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Kamusta can I be tagged on your queen of baybayin fanfic?

Of course!

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𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜: 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗

𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗: 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎-𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒���𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗. 

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒, 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎.

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 -

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𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜: 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚒. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝟼𝟿𝟶 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

As the moonlight shone upon the Japanese sky and the cooler wind blew in the countryside, Takemichi sighed contentedly.

"August night's cool wind is incomparable, especially with so many sweet plums around," Takemichi's grandfather announced as he walked into the Machiya's genkan where Takemichi was seated.

As his Ojiisan gave him a cup of Shincha tea, Takemichi simply hummed in agreement, trying to experience the cool wind and sweet scent of the Tsuyu season. After a while of comfortable silence, the elder Hanagaki spoke to his young grandson. "You always remind me of the story my grandfather used to tell me. He told me that my great-grandfather used to have eyes just like yours."

Takemichi looked at his elder with confusion, "Really? What else did Sosofu tell you?"

As his Ojiisan takes a sip of his Shincha tea, he takes a moment to pause. "He told me how a Pilipino maiden, our ancestor's first love, gave his bride a gift that later became an incredible ability in our family. The ability to interfere with time. She never gave up, just as you never give up."

Takemichi listened in rapt attention, his eyes widening in surprise. His Ojiisan's words confirmed his long-held suspicion that something strange and mystical ran in his family. He couldn't believe that the power to manipulate time could be real, but he couldn't deny the possibility. "Is that even possible?" he asked in disbelief.

As the elder Hanagaki stood up and went inside the house, he turned to Takemichi and said, "Maybe, maybe not. We don't know for sure, but you can find the answer hidden in the attic. It's in our family's most precious treasure, the Pilipino maidens' Journal. You can read it if you want, but the first half is written in the lady's native language." With that, his Ojiisan wished his grandson a good night and went back into the house, leaving Takemichi alone to ponder over the newfound information.

Once his elder was out of sight, Takemichi quickly rushed up the stairs of the Hanagaki Mansion and made his way to the attic, grabbing a flashlight hanging off one of the ladder bars. As he opened the hatch, the attic revealed a plethora of artifacts and antiques that belonged to the family's ancestors, including vintage guns from World War 2 and a French umbrella. Although he was fascinated by the collection, his focus remained on finding the journal. He sifted through the various items, all while scanning the attic for the precious treasure.

The night was deep, and the clock had struck 2 a.m., the Hour of the Ox. Despite searching for what felt like ages, Takemichi still couldn't locate the journal he was looking for in the attic. Frustrated and tired, he was about to give up and go back downstairs to finally get some rest. Suddenly, a beam of light struck his eyes from underneath his arm, making him wince and cover them for protection. He looked around to try to find the source and soon realized it was coming from the flashlight he held in his hand.

In a frenzy to locate the source of the light, Takemichi scanned the attic with the flashlight he was holding. As he searched, the beam suddenly bounced off of something, which caught his attention. He realized that it was a painting hanging on the wall. The woman in the painting had a beautiful face, with jewel-like eyes that sparkled a unique shade of color. Her smooth hair was adorned with small white and brown flowers, and her lips were accentuated with a rosy hue. When Takemichi took a closer look at the painting, he noticed that the side of it was surrounded by glass, indicating it was a door. He opened it on the side where it reflected the most, leaving traces of small pieces of leaves in its wake. Inside, he finally found the book he was searching for - a book that bore his ancestor's name, written in dark ink. "Is this it?," Takemichi thought to himself as he picked up the journal and carefully opened it to read its contents.

Notes: 

Machiya: A Japanese house for town's people. The Machiya is a type of Minka(Japanese house) There are different kinds of Minkas, one of them is the Machiya. Machiyas are usually where the nobles live.

Genkan: The porch in a Japanese house. The porch is covered with Tatami mats.

Shincha Tea: A type of Japanese tea that is harvested during the early times of the harvest season. Considered to be sweeter than the other varieties.

 Ojiisan: The title of grandfather

Tsuyu season: This is the term of Japan's Rainy season. Tsuyu means, "Plum Rain" because Plums grow on the Rainy seasons.

Sosofu: Title of Great-Grandfather

The Time-telling used in here (Hour of the Ox) is called Shibiji. (You can check out the book I made about it in my Profile)

The painting was referenced from the format of most Russian Mansions, where they have a lot of hidden rooms. Paintings with side mirrors is just one of them.

The leaves that fell when Takemichi opened the painting are used to specifically preserve the diary to avoid it from rotting.

The 'unknown small white and brown flowers' are actually Sampaguitas, the Philippines' National flower. Also known as, Jasminum sambac. Mostly found in South and Southeast Asia. The reason it was with [Name] was because it symbolizes hope, devotion and love. Just like how she is with her nation. Sampaguita is the national flower of the Philippines because there is a Philippine law known as Proclamation No. 652 s. 1934 which mandates that Sampaguita shall be the Philippines National Flower or Pambansang Bulaklak. The name Sampaguita is a Spanish term that comes from the Pilipino words "sumpa kita," which mean 'I promise you.' In the Philippines, the Sampaguita is called by various names: sambac, sampagung, campopot, lumabi, kulatai, and pongso.

The dress that the reader is wearing was a Filipiniana or also known as a Maria Clara dress. The national dress of the Philippines. And no, barong tagalog or camisa de chino(the male counterpart of Filipiniana) Is NOT the national attire for male. Don't ask me why it wasn't considered because I don't know why either. But one of the distinct characteristics of the Filipiniana is that it's traditionally made from pineapple leaves. Pineapple fibers are extracted by hand and worked into fine threads that are later woven together in a loom.

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The way my face went :o => :O as well

Unmute !

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His Mother's Prodigy: A Decision of Moral Justice: The Bitter Cost of Doing What is Right.

The road to redemption can be a difficult and treacherous one, and for Osamu, a former member of the notorious Yokohama mafia, it's no exception. Despite his best efforts to live an honest life, a part of his past still haunts him, and he struggles to reconcile with the man he once was.

But when Osamu meets an innocent young lad in need of rescue, he finds himself in the position of helping someone who reminds him of the person who originally introduced him to a life of crime. Even as the prospect of doing good weighs heavily on his heart, he grapples with the difficult decision of choosing to do what is right, while navigating the demons of his past.

Alternate title: Dazai gets peer pressured (More likely that it is work pressure)

Osamu Dazai is a peculiar yet idle individual with exaggerated pride in his abilities. Despite his attempts to act elusive, Dazai's demeanor revealed him to be transparent to anyone with similar cognitive capabilities. As much as he might look like a very great of a man, he was simply a Narcissus with a head, the beauty he was but with burdening intelligence instead. Despite his impressive physical attributes, People may have admired his unique gestures and enigmatic demeanor. Still, his carefree attitude and youthful exuberance seemed ill-suited for his role as a detective. In truth, he might have found more fulfillment in pursuing a career as an actor, model, or performer, with his distinctive appearance likely drawing attention.

But enough of describing such a portrait of the significance of something similar to another Dorian Gray- the more we talk about him, the more he would feel like a balloon soaring too high. Let's go back and retrace our steps to what he is currently doing, lazing on the Armed Detective Agency's couch as he hums the tune of a very concerning choice of song.

Osamu's colleague/partner was seated in the farthest corner of the office, grumbling about wasted time. The two had a significant workload, yet they risked further delays if Osamu's laziness continued to interfere. 

Kunikida's eyes drifted toward Osamu's relaxed state, accompanied by a heavy sigh. "Please show a bit of consideration and pay attention to the President's instructions now. As Atsushi has made clear, the work we need to accomplish has been piling up due to your lack of cooperation," the taller man stated, indicating the albino who had begun bemoaning the consequences of Osamu's self-centeredness.

Dazai is humming the lyrics to a rather morbid suicide song. He rolls his eyes, annoyed and bored with the lecture but remains silent, not wanting any sort of confrontation. He looks over at Atsushi, who has finished his complaints, and he sighs. “I know, I know... I'm just so tired! Plus, these files are so boring... Do I have to work with these files? It's so unfair!” Dazai says, sarcastically.

Kunikida gazes at Atsushi, watching him finally stand up in apparent annoyance at Osamu's response. "If you are feeling ill today, it is only acceptable for us to carry on without you, but you should have informed us sooner if you were feeling overstimulated," the taller man mutters, to which Atsushi nods in agreement.

"Indeed, Kunikida-san is correct. If you felt unsteady or overwhelmed, it would have been acceptable for you to stay home and relax, as we are quite capable of fulfilling our obligations on our own," Atsushi supplements their senior's statements, offering assurances.

Osamu's reaction to their tolerance made his heart stop and his stomach churn, overwhelmed by the realization that he had repeatedly exploited their empathy for his benefit, resulting in their kindness feeling like a waste. He was ashamed of himself for continually utilizing his mental condition as an excuse to avoid work, while feeling powerless due to his inability to proceed with his tasks, despite his desires. This left him feeling nauseous and disheartened.

Dazai looks shocked as if his mind is in a spiral of thought. He wasn't expecting such an understanding reply and was taken off guard. He feels ashamed for exploiting his mental condition all this time. ‘They haven't given up on me yet... I can't just betray their kind demeanor like this..’ he thinks to himself.

While he had no energy to perform tasks at the moment, Osamu was able to push aside his negative emotions and force himself to get up and join his colleagues in their shared obligations. Dazai gets up and pulls out a file, he opens it and begins reading. He's silent and surprisingly attentive. He takes notes and appears very focused. He still feels shame for the recent events, but he's working through his guilt to be of assistance.

Kunikida and Atsushi both gaze at Osamu with gratitude, occasionally offering gentle gestures of support such as patting his shoulder or providing refreshments to assist him in his tasks. In addition, Kunikida expresses concern by repeating the question, "Are you sure you can manage? We do not wish to make you feel worse or fatigued?" He proceeds to jot down notes in his notebook to monitor Osamu's condition for the next 40 minutes.

While his mind still lingers on the previous events, he's determined to stay focused on his current task. Even though he was tired, he was getting work done. He replies to Kunikida, "No worries. I'm fine!" while taking a swig of coffee. He resumes work, making it obvious that he's trying his best to get his job done.

Kunikida nods as he briefly scrutinizes his notes again. "My apologies, I left out a significant piece of information. We are scheduled to investigate the Osanbashi Yokohama International Passenger Terminal this afternoon due to reports of suspicious activity from nearby residents.", he informs, taking a break to re-evaluate their schedule. Kunikida seems concerned about the amount of effort Osamu may be capable of mustering after an earlier crisis, not wanting to overtax his partner who has special needs. "I do understand if you are not feeling up to the task. Let's ask the President to allow you to depart early if that's what you prefer.", he offers, expressing accommodation to Osamu's situation.

‘Special needs... Huh..’ Dazai thinks to himself, not wanting to be perceived as someone with issues. He's determined to make it seem like he's perfectly normal. "Nonsense! I can do the job. Just a little tiring, nothing more. I'll be able to keep up just fine." Dazai says, taking on a reassuring tone.

Despite Osamu's attempts to downplay his condition, Kunikida is aware that his partner has particular requirements and chooses not to push him to his limits. Therefore, he opts to permit Osamu's participation while reminding him to wrap up as many duties as possible before handing the necessary files over to Tanizaki to ease the burden. "That seems reasonable. Finish up your tasks and entrust the necessary paperwork to Tanizaki if necessary...", Kunikida grants while maintaining mindfulness of Osamu's welfare.

Dazai nods and returns to his work, finishing up his current tasks within the allotted timeframe. As he finished up, he gathered the necessary files and handed them over to Tanizaki. It was then when the fatigue finally set in on him, his head starting to whirl and his vision blurring. He tries to focus, but his fatigue and exhaustion make it difficult to concentrate.

Kunikida, upon sighting Dazai's state, looks back one more time and queries, "Are you certain you have the stamina to join us? Avoid overextending yourself."

Dazai sighs. It is obvious that he is not feeling his best, but he continues to put on a front. He responds to Kunikida's concerns, "I'll be fine. It's just a little fatigue. I've dealt with worse." Dazai's breathing grows heavy and his head begins to spin. This was his limit.

(Your rizz is a rizz-training order)

Kunikida was acutely aware of Dazai's limitations and knew that his partner often spoke about what he could not accomplish. He understood Dazai well enough to recognize when he was brushing off work and knew that Dazai needed rest. During such moments, Kunikida would only sigh at Dazai's stubbornness and strive to reach a compromise, "Come along then, but do keep in mind that there's three of us, don't take all the work for yourself when we get there."

Dazai knows that Kunikida is wise in his behavior and habits, and he's rather persistent in keeping him from pushing himself too hard. He feels that he is just being stubborn, and perhaps his partner is right. Still, he doesn't wish to appear like a liability by leaving the rest of the work to his partners. Thus, he tries to maintain his composure as the three arrive at the Osanbashi Yokohama International Passenger Terminal.

At the Terminal, Kunikida takes the lead in conducting the investigation, surveying the surroundings and questioning nearby residents. Osamu is quieter than usual, taking sporadic notes and remaining aloof. Kunikida takes a few minutes to assess the situation, taking note of the fact that Dazai is not feeling well, before making a decision. He decides to let Dazai rest, asking Atsushi to accompany him instead. “I think it’s best if Dazai sits this one out. Let’s not tax him and have him rest. Atsushi, you can come with us instead.” Kunikida offers while checking in on his partner. The trio of detectives arrived at the Osanbashi Yokohama International Passenger Terminal later in the evening. The terminal was located on an artificial island in Tokyo Bay and featured an iconic architectural design of suspension bridges. It was a bustling terminal with commuters rushing to catch their flights or ships.

The three detectives began their investigation while maintaining a distance from one another. Kunikida and Atsushi were searching the area while Dazai took notes on the environment. Overall, the investigation goes smoothly and without issue, with Osamu completing his duties and maintaining his composure despite his fatigue. Kunikida and Atsushi's support and understanding of Dazai's situation make it possible for him to continue his work despite his limitations.

After completing their examination of the area, Dazai felt strangely unsettled. He looked around, trying to understand why so many civilians would complain about what seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. He reviewed his written notes, taking in the fragrant aromas of vanilla, anise, benzaldehyde, and almonds wafting off the pages. Despite the lack of obvious signs of suspicious activity, Dazai couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

"Hey, are you doing okay? You seem a little off." Kunikida inquired, breaking his silence as he examined their surroundings.

"I don't know... It's hard to put my finger on it, but there's something off-putting about this place." Dazai replied, visibly unnerved as he scribbled notes and scrutinized his written observations.

After walking in circles and intently studying every single syllable and word, Dazai came to a potential conclusion. Although the air was rife with a strong scent of iron, he considered the possibility of the pipes being the source. The reason why people would complain about rusty pipes despite the recent replacements and approvals could be attributed to either Phantosmia or an infection in the nasal passages caused by the heat and humidity lately. However, since the Terminal is not a closed space with the potential for suffocation due to heat, he wondered what could cause these complaints.

"So, what you're suggesting is that the smell of metal is coming from a leak in the pipework?" Kunikida inquiries, his face still bearing traces of concern.

"While that might explain the metallic scent, I find it hard to believe that the leaks are solely responsible for the complaints. After all, we're dealing with civilians, and they wouldn't simply cry foul over an unpleasant odor. There must be some deeper issue at hand," Dazai replies, still scribbling down his observations as he speaks.

"As we just pointed out, a damaged pipe isn't the source of the metallic scent. In addition, there's a sickeningly sweet, rotten fruit-like smell that mingles with it," Atsushi speaks with an exasperated sigh, his keen sense of smell being hindered by the strange odor in the air.

"You raise a good point. If damaged pipes were to blame, we would have likely come across the same issue in other locations by now. It appears to be an isolated issue," Dazai responds, crossing off some of the previous hypotheses as they attempt to narrow down the source of the peculiar scent.

With a fresh piece of data delivered by his companions, Dahzai's investigation shifted to other areas frequently frequented outside the terminal. The aroma intensified, becoming increasingly pungent and disgusting, and he felt a sharp stinging in his nasal passages as if the air was irritating his sinus cavity. He scanned his surroundings as sweat poured from his brow, the scent reminding him of his youth with the Port Mafia. The stench was almost too familiar as if it were a signature perfume he had worn for years.

His mind drifted back to his time with the Port Mafia, where the same intense odor lingered in the air. Uncomfortable with the familiar scent, he brought his stride to an abrupt stop, his eyes wandering to a particular location. His heart started to hammer in his chest, and his breathing became shallow as he slowly approached what seemed like a small storage shed in the distance.

With urgency in his voice, Dazai called, "Atsushi! Kunikida! I've discovered the source! Hang back for now!" He instructed, motioning for Atsushi to restrain Kunikida from advancing, heeding his command to stay at a safe distance.

Kunikida's expression shifted to one of slight anxiety as he noticed Dazai's sudden change in disposition. He promptly heeded his companion's instructions, halting with Atsushi while keeping a watchful eye.

"Are you sure this is a wise move?" Kunikida muttered, evidently concerned.

Dazai failed to acknowledge his colleague's query as his full attention was focused on the small storage shed door before them. He cautiously examined the entrance and proceeded to turn the knob, making sure to be mindful of any potential hazards.

The knob's surface was slick with perspiration as his mind raced, terrified of the imminent revelation he was about to uncover. The terrible aroma was too familiar and made him feel queasy, urging him to turn away and avoid the danger that was sure to come. However, despite the growing dread, he took a deep breath and turned the knob quickly, allowing the horrid fragrance to seep out like an explosion. The smell was overwhelming, inducing a near-gag sensation as he forced himself to keep his lunch down. His nose crinkled, and the taste of the delectable dishes prepared by Kunikida for their lunch break soured on his tongue. Clenching his fingers to his nose, he prepared to confront the source of the horrendous scent.

A wave of nausea engulfed Dazai again as the putrid scent assaulted him, almost causing him to lose his balance. His body's natural defense mechanisms kicked in, and he began to drench in perspiration, his abdomen threatening to expel all prior meals. He was cognizant of the source behind the smell and anticipated what would await him as he opened the tiny storage room's door. Despite his mind desperately attempting to force him to run from the confined area, he trudged forth, summoning all the courage he could muster.

His trembling fingers searched carefully along the perimeter, straining to locate the light switch until he felt his fingers brush against a small metal lever. With a light flick, a dim light flickered and buzzed above his head, illuminating the tiny room containing a gruesome sight. Dazai stood motionless in the space for what felt like an eternity as the lightbulbs sizzled and crackled, his hearing filled with their echoes. His stomach turned at the sight before him, his throat almost closing upon itself to keep his vomit down. The unfortunate girl lay lifelessly on a chair, her clothing stained with dried blood that had long turned brown, as though death itself kissed her already and would greet her in the afterlife if he did not intervene.

The memory of his life in the Port Mafia flashed before Dazai's eyes, his mind drowning in a sea of anger and resentment. The stench was sickening, the taste of regret and shame welled in his mouth, his stomach threatening to betray him at any instant. It was all too familiar, and he knew he had to act fast. Moving to the body, he approached it cautiously and evaluated it for further wounds. The girl's lifeless eyes met his own, and he couldn't help but feel like her spirit was calling out to him for help, to save her from whatever horror she faced before it was too late. The weight of the world's pain and suffering seemed to rest on his shoulders, the guilt becoming too much to bear.

A wave of relief washed over Dazai as his index finger brushed over the girl's neck, his hand finally sensing a slight beat - a pulse - that was almost too quiet to be true. However, the gentle vibration was evident, instilling a sliver of hope in his chest. The relief of knowing the girl was still alive and had a fighting chance helped calm his racing mind and steady the shaking in his legs. He could finally breathe again, his anxiety easing as he realized his presence might still make a difference.

With an almost inaudible murmur, Dazai confirmed that the girl was alive, his voice barely carrying beyond his lips. Despite the relief coursing through his veins, he struggled to keep his composure and remain grounded, trying hard not to let his emotions overcome him.

"Her heart is beating... she's alive, she's alive," Dazai whispered to himself, his voice quavering with concern. He carefully shifted the blouse that had concealed the girl's injury, examining the spot. He prayed silently in his mind, "Oh please, let her be alright. Let her injuries not be severe..."

Dazai's blood pumped so fast in his chest, that it felt like a macabre rhythm that threatened to break his sanity. He stood abruptly when his eyes caught sight of a yellow scab, an infection, a physical representation of his fears and a stark reminder that time was of the essence. With the girl's small form cradled in his arms, he bolted to safety at top speed, the weight of her body reminding him of her fragility and vulnerability. He felt his legs burn, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he ran, each step feeling like it might be his last. Every second counted, and he could only pray that his efforts were not in vain.

Dazai dashed out of the storage shed, his mind and senses becoming more focused with each step he took in carrying the girl to safety. It was a race against the clock and he knew that every second counted. As he exited the shed, he could hear the sounds of the other detectives calling for him. His heart began to race even faster as he approached the detectives' locations.

"What is it, Dazai-san?" Atsushi's voice called for him as he saw his mentor running towards them, the unconscious body in his arms.

With an almost disbelieving look, Kunikida turns towards Dazai and sees the unconscious girl.

"Dazai... you found her?" Kunikida knew they would find something, but it wasn't in his expectation to find a half-dead body.

Dazai's voice gains strength as he sets the girl down and gives a thorough assessment. "She's alive. Faint pulse, but there's breath too. She must have been stuck in here for hours, but the miracle is that she survived all this time."

Kunikida's gaze lingers on her for a few more seconds, his eyes assessing her condition and the gravity of her wounds. "This is nothing short of miraculous... if she can make it, she's the luckiest girl in the whole world."

Dazai never believed in miracles, but he hoped that Kunikida was right. 

While Dazai's past was checkered with acts of violence, his mindset evolved. With age came a certain degree of perspective, a recognition that life was precious and that even his worst enemies did not necessarily deserve death. So when he looked at the innocent girl, who wore frills and a dress that should have been white, his mind was devoid of any murderous intent. He wished for a miracle, for her to live and not suffer any further harm.

Dazai and Kunikida remained focused on the girl, carefully watching as her breathing and heart rate slowly showed signs of improvement. Kunikida continued to inspect the girl's condition, noting the lack of response and the pale color of her skin.

"We need to get her to the hospital immediately. She may need medical attention if she's been exposed to any toxins," Kunikida said, his expression turning serious.

Dazai, meanwhile, continued to monitor the girl's breathing and lungs, making sure she was still able to get air into her system.

"We should call for medical help," Atsushi suggested, clearly trying to be of assistance and contribute to the situation.

As the group of detectives considered their options, their minds seemed to be racing with questions and concerns for the unconscious girl. They all knew the urgency of the situation and were determined to do whatever was necessary to help her.

Dazai suddenly spoke up, with a determined expression on his face. His hands shook slightly, but the conviction in his voice was undeniable. "Call the fastest company vehicle, we need Yosano-sensei. This is a matter of utmost urgency, and we must keep it a secret for now," he ordered, his gaze fixed on Kunikida. The man nodded, then hastily exited the terminal with a phone in hand. Atsushi quickly followed, eager to help Dazai carry the girl. They knew that this situation required the immediate attention of their most trusted physician, and they were determined to do whatever was necessary to ensure the girl received the best care possible.

As the trio swiftly exits the terminal, they prepare to carefully lift the girl out of the building and place her in the waiting Company vehicle. Since Company vehicles can be ordered for many reasons, the one with the quickest response time is requested.

"Atsushi, you make sure her head is safe. I'll take care of her legs," Dazai instructs, getting ready to transport the unconscious girl out of the terminal and into the waiting car. He's being extra cautious to ensure that she's not further injured during the transportation process.

As the car pulls up and comes to a stop, the trio quickly gets in and settles in for the ride. Kunikida sits up front, while Atsushi and Dazai huddle in the back with the unconscious girl lying across their laps. The tension of the situation hung heavy in the air, with a tense silence enveloping the inside of the car. However, amid all the chaos, they all found a sense of relief in knowing that she was now in capable hands and that they were doing all they could to ensure her survival.

At this moment, Dazai appears to be somewhat relieved that they are on their way to the detective agency, where Yosano-sensei, with her extensive experience and expertise, should be able to handle the situation appropriately.

"Yosano-sensei has the most experience in the field, so she's our best bet to handle this situation," Dazai says as they ride to the agency.

In response to his statement, Kunikida nods in agreement and mutters, "I agree. At least now we have someone we can trust to take care of her medical needs."

The trio's ride to the agency remains quiet, with none of them feeling like it's the right time to talk about anything. Kunikida quietly stares at his notebook, occasionally peering over to check on the girl behind him. Atsushi, on the other hand, continually glances out of the window, afraid to even look at the girl lying on his lap. Dazai, meanwhile, continues to observe the young girl's condition. As he wipes away perspiration and dirt from her face, he feels a strange connection and attachment to her innocence. As Dazai tends to the unconscious girl, he's acutely aware of the delicate and vulnerable state she's in. He takes the time to clean away the sweat and dirt from her face and gazes at her youthful features. Despite never having seen her before, he feels a strong sense of protectiveness over her, almost as if she's his child.

"We'll do everything in our power to ensure she gets the medical care she needs... she will survive," he whispers to himself, still recovering from the shock of the situation.

As Dazai looks upon the unconscious girl, he is overcome by a strange feeling of familiarity. She seems to resemble a hazy memory from his childhood, and he can't quite place why. As he continues to stare at her pale face, a sense of unease grows within him. He doesn't understand why he feels a connection to this stranger. Dazai's thoughts are consumed by the strange sense of familiarity he feels towards the unconscious girl lying in his arms. As he stares at her face, a feeling of unease and confusion washes over him. It's as if he's seen the girl before, but he can't quite place where or when. The longer he gazes at her, the more intense the feeling becomes. His entire mind is lost in this state of perplexion and uncertainty.

As Dazai looks down at the face of the unconscious girl, a fleeting vision of a mischievous doctor flashes through his mind. The doctor, the leader of the Port Mafia, was someone he had once seen as his equal. The memory brings a bitter smile to his face, as thoughts of the hurt he had suffered at the hands of Mori Ougai flood back to him. It was an event that had forever changed their relationship.

Dazai can't help but find a sense of irony in the fact that such an innocent-looking girl could bear a striking resemblance to his former boss. The more he stares at her, the more it seems that she might be a physical manifestation of everything that had gone wrong between him and Mori. The memory of his old partner brings up a mix of emotions within him, and he can't help but wonder if he will ever be able to let go of the past.

As Dazai gazes down at the unconscious girl, the memories of his past with Mori Ougai begin to flood his mind. He can't help but feel a sense of guilt over how their relationship ended, even though he knows it was for the best. As he continues to study her features, he's struck by the uncanny resemblance she bears to his former boss and mentor. Was she somehow linked to the past that he so desperately wanted to leave behind? Could she be a physical manifestation of everything that had gone wrong between them? He wasn't sure if he would ever be able to let go of the past, but the memories refused to leave him.

As they reach the entrance, Atsushi quickly gets out of the vehicle and tries to remove the unconscious girl. He's met with Dazai's hand on the girl's body, though, and the older man refuses to let go. Atsushi is left puzzled as to why Dazai would prevent him from seeking medical assistance for the girl. "Dazai-san... the girl's infection...?"

"What infection?" Dazai snaps, still gripping the girl's body tightly. He's suddenly unsure if he wants to save her after all. It's an ugly thought, but one he can't shake.

Atsushi is left puzzled by Dazai's refusal to let go of the unconscious girl. Despite her dire infection, Dazai remains unmoved. He doesn't seem at all concerned about her wellbeing and instead, holds onto her as though his life depended on it. Atsushi's gaze turns towards Dazai, hoping to find some sort of rational explanation for his behavior.

"Dazai-san, is there something wrong? Why won't you let her go?" Atsushi asks, trying to gain a better understanding of the situation.

The trance Dazai finds himself in quickly fades as the reality of what he's doing sets in. The girl lying unconscious before him bears a striking resemblance to his former mentor and boss, the leader of the Port Mafia. Despite knowing that letting her live would be the morally correct choice, the thought of her resembling someone who had once caused him so much pain is overwhelming.

He knows that Atsushi won't understand his reasoning, but he tries to explain anyway. However, his words come out in a rush of emotions, making it difficult for his students to follow. With a heavy heart, Dazai reluctantly loosens his grip, allowing Atsushi to take the girl to get medical attention.

"I...." Dazai tries to get a handle on his sudden change in emotions. The realization of the girl's resemblance to his former mentor and boss is overwhelming, and he finds himself unable to explain his actions to his student. With a heavy heart and remorseful look on his face, he reluctantly loosens his touch on the girl, allowing Atsushi to take her away for medical care. Dazai can only watch helplessly as the girl leaves his care for the first time, wishing they could've found some other solution.

The panic immediately sets in as everyone rushes to the girl's side. Yosano begins her assessment of the girl's condition, quickly diagnosing her with acute sepsis. The girl is rushed to the infirmary, where she is placed on one of the hospital beds. The pure white sheets contrast her ghostly appearance, further exacerbating her condition from the lack of blood flow and difficulty breathing.

The girl's condition is dire, but the doctor is doing everything she can to save her life and keep her alive.

Thou Shalt Not Die

君 死 給 勿

As the doctor spoke, a stunning and graceful display unfolded before her. A flock of butterflies took flight around her poised form, their wing beats filling the air with a beautiful melody. The doctor's eyes were determined as if she were the goddess of the sun, Amaterasu, who shone a blessing upon those below her. With fiery resolve, she sought to save the young life before her.

The multitude of butterflies descended upon the wounded child, their proboscises delicately drawing nourishment from the injured flesh, akin to maggots in the process of decay. The butterflies persistently fed on the child's tissue, subsequently regurgitating it, contributing to the restoration and healing of the wound, ultimately returning it to its original form.

The delicate melody of the butterfly's wings resonates in the air, their graceful fluttering filling the environment with a harmonious melody. The doctor's eyes are determined, showing her resolve to save the life of the young child before her. The multitude of butterflies gracefully swirl around the child, their proboscis gently extracting nourishment from the injury, akin to maggots in the process of decay. The butterflies relentlessly feed on the tissue, eventually regurgitating it to aid in the restoration and healing of the wound.

They all watched as the child regained consciousness. Her expression quickly becomes one of relief as she sees the girl breathing comfortably. The doctor's lips curl up into a small smile at the healthy color returning to the child's face. Despite the girl still being disorientated, Yosano attempts to alleviate her confusion.

"It's alright, dear. You're safe here. No one will hurt you. Just take a deep breath and calm down..." The doctor, in a comforting and soothing manner, speaks to the child who has just awoken. 

The young girl's breathing becomes more and more stable as the doctor speaks to her in a comforting, soothing manner. Her expression shifts into one of relief, with a healthy color returning to her face, alleviating her confusion and disorientation. The doctor assures her that she is safe, and no one will harm her. The child takes a deep breath, taking the doctor's advice, and begins to calm down.

As the child slowly gains her bearings, she queries with a soft and barely audible voice, "Wha-what...? Where am I...?”

"Shh... Shhhh... Shhh... It's okay, honey, you're safe. Please, don't panic!" Yosano gently speaks to the child, using her most reassuringly sweet voice. She leans in closer to her and whispers.

"We're at the Armed Detective Agency. I'm Doctor Yosano. Remember, don't try to talk too much. It'll hurt your throat, okay? Take some deep breaths." The doctor gently rubs the child's back and guides her to engage in a series of slow, controlled breaths. As they slowly inhale and exhale, the doctor offers instructions, urging the child to remain calm and focus on her breathing.

The child, still trembling but gradually calming down, takes the opportunity to observe her surroundings. As she looks around, she studies the people in the room, taking note of the doctor who is instructing her. With her keen aubergine eyes, the young one turns her attention back to the doctor and poses her inquiry, "Was it acute sepsis?” she paused as she caught her breath, “I was on rounds to check on patients, but I accidentally left one of them unattended for a period. They were so incensed that they stabbed me with a scalpel out of spite. I didn't realize it at first, but soon after, I realized my mistake and the consequences I'd face. I didn't bother to tend to my wound, thinking it wasn't a big deal, but it turned out to be an infection..."

Dazai's eyes follow the conversation between the doctor and the girl. He notices that the doctor manages to keep the girl calm and relaxed, despite the serious condition she was previously in. As the doctor explains the cause of the infection, he realizes the circumstances that led to the injury.

Yosano instructed the brunet and albino to vacate her vicinity so that she could continue with the young girl’s care. At this point, Yosano realized that the child was a medical student- although they looked too young to perform hospital rounds. However, the incident gave her reason to pause and ponder her attitude and approach to her patients. She had to do better in the future, she realized, because if she didn't, she may end up causing more harm than good.

Dazai remains silent as he watches the interaction between the young girl and Dr. Yosano, taking note of how the doctor deals with the patient. Though he is happy to see that the girl is receiving proper medical care, he also notices the doctor's slight hesitation and pondering, which makes him curious. He wonders what the doctor is thinking and whether she is considering an adjustment to her practice as a result of the incident. Yosano shoos Dazai away, having noticed that he didn't fully leave her vicinity despite her instructions. Dazai, curious about what the doctor is thinking, lingers behind for just a little longer before finally heeding her orders, moving a reasonable distance away.

Out of stubbornness and curiosity, he hid behind the door to listen to their conversation, "So, you're a medical student?" Yosano asks with a smile. "And you're right about the sepsis." She adds.

The doctor watches the girl's movements with interest. She is observant, intelligent, and articulate, unlike most people her age. Even after undergoing such a traumatic injury, she is still able to speak eloquently and ask perceptive questions. She makes a mental note that this young female has potential.

Dazai remains hidden behind the door, listening to the conversation between the doctor and the young girl. He's curious to see how it plays out, and he takes note of the different traits and characteristics that the girl possesses despite her circumstances.

The child listens intently to the doctor's observation, slowly nodding her head to show her acknowledgment. Upon hearing the doctor's comment, her small form seems to swell with a sense of pride. With a soft voice, she responds, "Yes, that's correct. I'm a third-year medical student at Tokyo Medical School's college-prep course. Despite my young age, I'm proud to say that I have maintained high grades throughout my academic career."

Despite the lighthearted amusement on Yosano's face, the doctor takes a moment to ponder the intriguing piece of information that the child had inadvertently revealed. She notes with interest that the young one mentioned the Tokyo Medical School college-prep course instead of the present-day name of the university, the Faculty of Medicine, University of Tokyo. This revelation led Yosano to wonder if the child had arrived from the past, possibly 20 years ago or more, or if there was some other explanation for her statement.

Dazai remains hidden behind the door, listening to the conversation between the girl and Dr. Yosano, his curiosity peaking as the doctor ponders the revelation.

Dazai takes note of the doctor's reaction as she ponders the revelation that the girl may be from the past or at least 20 years ago. The notion intrigues him, and he wonders if there might be more to her than what meets the eye.

The doctor and the girl's conversation continues, with the doctor gradually shifting into a casual tone, teasing the young girl. Soon, the two begin bantering like they are familiar with each other, which catches the curiosity of Dazai who is still hidden behind the door and can't see the situation.

Dazai decides it's best to leave the doctor and young girl alone, realizing that the conversation has taken light and friendly direction, and they don't need any more interruptions.

He leaves the room, stepping outside to have a smoke, needing a moment to himself to clear his head to relieve some of the stress of the situation. He plans to take a break before facing the questions and concerns that Atsushi and the other detectives have for him.

 As Dazai puffed on his cigarette, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Even though the girl resembled the leader of the Port Mafia, he had chosen to act according to his sense of right and wrong. It was a small victory in an otherwise difficult situation. He looked up at the sky, his thoughts turning to the friend he had lost.

He wished that Odasaku could somehow see that he had done the right thing.

[marahuyomae]

In Defense of the Misunderstood Hero, Mori Ougai

I’m sure many would raise eyebrows when they read the title because, Mori? A hero?

Many people portrayed Mori as a sadistic devil, but in no canon situation has Mori ever shown any sadistic tendency (like Dazai has). In fact, I’d say he’s the reverse of that. He took care of Elise very well, despite/even though she’s his own ability. He never once has hurt people for the sake of hurting people.

In fact whenever he didn’t have any business to take care of, his true personality shone through and it was not of a cold, heartless man with no conscience. Rather it was one full of dorkiness and gentle patience. Here, he even contacted Ango (who was sweating bullet because holy shit he’s being called by the fucking boss of Port Mafia) just to ask what color of dress will fit Elise more.

(For the love of anything holy I’ve scoured Ango and Oda’s tag in tumblr yet I can’t find it. It’s the extra DVD comic featuring Buraiha trio drinking and talking shit about Mori. In exchange, have these dorky dad and son interacting;

First thing first, I will give you what I think is the most important fact about Mori. Look at his line in this scene

Now this is his true nature; his main motivation for doing everything he did. The good of the organization.

At no point has Mori’s action ever benefit only himself. At every instance he appeared in the story, he’s doing something for the Mafia and for Yokohama. The only self-centered thing he has ever done was asking Elise to wear what he wanted her to wear and that’s moot point anyway since she’s his Ability and presumably modeled after his ‘ideal’ little girl.

In this scene, he saved four members of ADA and even gave Atsushi an important lesson. Why would he do such a thing when he could literally immobilize Anne and Lucy by bloodlust alone? He could have let her take Tanizaki and Atsushi, then pressure her to let him out with his memory intact. Not to mention that his Ability, Elise, was waiting just outside, standing by ready to break him out any time.

If he does this, not only he will go free with the memory of the attack and thus the secret of Anne’s Room, he would also take care of not one but three ADA agents. Rather, he chose to save all of them plus every single person Anne has swallowed in the Dark Room.

Now here;

This is the scene where he took over as boss. The fact that the Old Boss was bedridden and hallucinating while seemingly so thin, also from the way he was narrated by Hirostu in episode 21, implicate that his condition was something he contracted at a long period of time rather than it being something sudden.

Notice the circumstance in which he did it. Mori only killed the boss after he issued the order that would bring destruction not only to the Mafia but also to the city and nation at large, killing many people whether criminal or innocent. He didn’t do it before even though he could have.

By becoming the biggest bad of the bad, he resolved himself to take care of the light from the shadows. And this is important because if he hadn’t stepped in at that time either the Old Boss would have burnt Yokohama down or another heinous criminal would have taken over and brings the nation down with them.

He is protecting Yokohama by not letting people worse than him to take control of its biggest criminal organization. Notice what Kouyou think about him;

She supported him because of this too. She knew what it felt like to under one of those leaders that cared only for money and power like the Old Boss. Kouyou will not support people if all they brought with them was suffering and death the way she was forced to feel when her dearest was taken away from her. Under Mori’s reign, our queen Kouyou pledge her loyalty not to him but the kinder way he brought.

It can also be seen in this scene.

Mori could have taken effort to keep Kouyou there, but his tone and body language are open. He knew that Kouyou can go anytime and he’s not fighting to keep her there; Kouyou decided to stay on her own free will and he is appreciative of knowing he had a single ally he can absolutely trust on who also knew of his true motivation.

In this scene

It was made clear that he respect the Old Boss, so much that the death of a hundred subordinate made him embarrassed.  He’s not upset that he lost some underlings, he’s upset that he lost them without a good reason to justify their death. A miscalculation has taken a hundred of his soldiers.

And you might think his reaction to this is rather cold, but remember that all of them were members of the mafia. All of them are criminals who would be executed if they fall into the hands of the police and they also knew what they’re getting into when they joined the Organization.

You can probably say what he did to Odasaku was horrible, sure. But it was expected for the boss of the Mafia to do so. (further reading for this topic)

But you have to admit it was a stroke of utter genius. With the gifted Business Permit and no longer fearing the government, Mori would be freer to take down opposing criminal organization that might bother the peace. Rather, he focused the Mafia to expanding its power and outwardly he did so, like this there will be very little chance for either a rebellion or an enemy organization attacking them in their HQ. This would also mean less threat to Yokohama.

Fukuzawa’s remark in this was absolutely true. Not only between the two organization but also for him and Mori specifically. Mori loved Yokohama, enough to dip into the darkest of dark to protect it. And Fukuzawa knew it too because look at his line here

In this, it can be said that he didn’t want a war to break in Yokohama that might disturb its peace. But then why say ‘balance’?

This is because Fukuzawa knew the extent of his subordinate’s strength also that they will be able to kill Mori if they go all out. This is what he feared the most. While if he died, the Agency can be well-taken care of in Kunikida’s hand, once Mori’s dead there’s no one to reign in the Port Mafia and keep it from wreaking havoc, thus destroying the balance of Yokohama city into what it was before; the Dragon Head Rush. (you might want to read the novel of dark era to really grasp the situation. But basically it was a gang war that led to many victims including the families of Odasaku’s orphans)

More than that, the people who might succeed Mori would not be as kind as him. They might do what the Old Boss did and try to burn Yokohama down.

And this, I think, is also the main reason why Mori sent Dazai away from the Mafia. It is, of course, easy to assume what Dazai remarked about Mori’s intention in chapter 30/episode 21 to be the truth; that he did it to remove a threat to his position.

But is this the whole story?

The fact that he kept Dazai’s spot empty rather than choosing someone else to fill it was a paradox if you were to look at him from the angle of a man hungry for power. He has anticipated Dazai’s return, was so sure of it in fact that he sacrificed monetary and workload gains of having another Executive. If he wanted Dazai back in the first place, then why drive him out of the Mafia and into the ADA?

For now, imagine what would have happened if Dazai took over as the Boss if he’s still the same man he was before Oda’s death. Cruel, ruthless and uncaring for people’s life as he was, he would have gone into the same track as the Old Boss and destroys Yokohama as his mental health eroded. Not even Odasaku would be able to save him from himself at this point.

This is also why he asked Dazai back to the Mafia after taking such extreme methods to drive him out. Of course there are another reason, that is he needed his right hand back to drive out the Guild as he remarked.

But the main reason why he asked back after all this time was because there are people in ADA who have taught him about having something worth loving and worth protecting.

Mori felt that Dazai has learnt enough about the light and why it is something worth protecting. With it, when Dazai inevitably take his seat as the Boss of Port Mafia, Dazai would be able to follow his legacy as the Darth Vader of Bungou Stray Dogs and The Dark Knight of Yokohama. This is Mori’s special way of grooming Dazai to become his successor.

All this was so Dazai can be his successor and not the Old Boss’.

Conclusion for those who are too lazy to read 2000+ words of Mori being awesome: no, Mori is not an evil incarnate born to manipulate everyone to his own amusement.

If anything, he’s the greatest hero of the story. The same way the ADA is protecting the city and Japan from the light, Mori is protecting it from the shadows. With the balance that has been made between him and Fukuzawa, it is imperative that he keep doing what he did, or the balance will fall and Yokohama condemned into a lake of fire.

Asagiri Kafka is truly an exceptional writer. They made Mori into this all-bad boss of the Mafia while slipping in his real face every so often. Here is the author who made every character complex and with their own motivation. What made you think they’ll make the ‘villain’ as simple as a man existing just to be a villain?

Even Fitzgerald and Fyodor got development and reasoning for doing what they did, but the difference is they’re arc-villain and not whole story-villain like Mori. Their reign will be over with their arc, but Mori’s will live as long as BSD continues, so it’s imperative that they got their development and exposition early on so the readers can sympathize with them.

Thus I concluded my exposition of the anti-hero that has been protecting Yokohama all this time not by bathing in sunlight but by submerging himself in blood yet capable of keeping his head out of it depth; Mori Ougai.

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The Library of Atlantis

 "Neptune's gaze went to you, knowing full well that there would never be me and you"

Art Gallery

"Why am I finding you when you can't even handle my heart carefully?"

Look at Me! [Tokyo Revengers animatic ft. Umbrella n Heels duo] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/745395427187277824/just-my-two-sillies-from-tokyo-revengers-monaca?source=share

Case Hunter [Game Introduction] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/744525463472553985/just-a-game-recommendation-case-hunter?source=share

His Mother's Prodigy [1] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/736276829507354624/another-his-mothers-prodigy-mori-art?source=share

Bungou Stray Dogs Oc [CHN 1] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/736276221085777920/my-bungou-stray-dogs-oc?source=share

Queen of Hours- The Diary of a Babaylan [Bb. Name] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/699416812912345088/the-painting-in-question-the-sampaguita?source=share

What should I name her? : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/686752102066896896/what-should-i-name-her?source=share

Tokyo Revengers [MM1] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/680873858313732096/monaca-myoga-tokyo-revengers-oc?source=share

Tokyo Revengers Oc [HH1] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/680873590010281984/hoshinju-hitsujukai-tokyo-revengers-oc?source=share

Beyblade Burst [Lui Shirosagi 1] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/679572422775668736/recently-i-have-been-wondering-what-if-lui?source=share

Beyblade Burst

"One kiss is all I ask, Love"

The Minister of War and His Lady Jewel:

???

Fanart:

Lui Shirosagi 1

Analysis and Theories:

Big 4 of Season 1

Bungou Stray Dogs

"Your love is like poison that I couldn't swallow."

Adamant Patissier:

???

Adomania Format:

Character Introduction 

???

Memes:

Dazai with High Blood

Me endlessly waiting for Pareng JR to show up

Being smarter than Dazai and Fyodor is scary

The Book is literally just one big fanfiction site

My stressful OCS in a nutshell 

Dazai for Hoe Repair

Just Mori

His Mother's Prodigy:

Character Introduction 

A Soft Poison

His Mother's Prodigy: The Doctor's Dilemma: Balancing Ethical Obligations and Personal Feelings

Fanart:

They are born pretty wdym?

Case Hunter

"You kept on talking in Bisaya, like you were someone good at it."

Game Introduction

Hogwarts

“Why is my love for you as deep as an ocean depth?”

Ravenclaw Authors

Zodiacs if they are in Hogwarts Series:Aries

Inazuma Eleven

“No matter how deep I would dive, I’ll come for you.”

The Duchess of Hope Series:

Mihori Inoue Character Introduction

Prologue

Percy Jackson’s Universe

“My heart chose, and my heart chooses you.”

Child of Dolus and Son of Pheme Imagine

Philosophy

“If I would be given three wishes, I’d wish for you thrice.”

Noli me Tangere and El Filibusterismo Versions

We Become What We Behold

Don't Call Me a Prodigy

Spring Hope

48 Laws of Power in a Nutshell

The Picture of Dorian Gray Oversimplified

In a Country

He who Learns

Once a Man

Menstruation and Cardiac Arrest

El Fili Chapter 15

Genderfluid! Dolus

Athena and Hermes: The Sibling Helper Duo

Tokyo Revengers

“Just seeing you burdened with too many problems, already makes me happy.”

Code of the Waters Series:

???

Code of the Water Ocs:

Umbrella n Heels Duo [Animatic]

Hoshinju Hitsujukai Intro Card

Monaca Myoga Intro Card

Tanashiri Cheng: I Never Liked Mama

Relationship HCs for my Ocs

I Can Change Him (Reader Insert Series):

https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/722811784839544832/i-can-change-him?source=share

Headcanons:

Izana the White Tiger

Make Up Artist Draken

Mitsuya does not like cooking

Filipinos' Siopao Addiction

Mama's Boy Izana

Incorrect Quotes:

Draken is Alive Prank

A Cactus for Kokonoi

YOU'VE BEEN POISONED

Hina is Non-Existent

Tokyo Revengers FF Wattpad Comments

Kakucho the Un-Jail-able

Honey Badgers can Outlive Shinichiro

Overbaked Akane Non-Edible Edition

Women stay Kitchening

Both Genders pulling Ran

Non-Living Baji

Imagines:

Tokyo Revengers x Philippine Historical Au

A Cleo de Nile Reader

Alice Madness Reader

Queen of Hours: Diary of a Babaylan (Reader Insert x Philippine Historical Au)

Intro

Prologue

Snake Egg (Incorrect Quote)

MC's Portrait

His First Love Was his Cousin??? (Incorrect Quote)

Chapter 1

CHapter 2 Nutshell

Theories:

One Manjiro, Other is Mikey

Shinichiro's Death on Purpose?

Mixed Protest (Kazutora x Reader DDDNE)

Introduction

001

One Shots???:

Amethyst Gardenia (Izana x Reader)

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The Duchess's Hope- Chapter 1: To Jump off the cliff, or to not jump off the cliff.

An Inspiring Trip to Hell- is definitely what I'll need right now...

A look of shocked contemplation filled my face as I stared at Kageyama, trying my best to maintain my previously confident smile. All of my senses were on high alert, on the lookout for any potential danger. The smell of fear filled the air, making it increasingly difficult to put on a facade. This situation made me ponder how my older siblings managed to act so naturally in similar situations. As I continued to think, I recalled the reason for my presence before Kageyama's gaze, once more, became menacing. After taking a few calming breaths, I answered, "Your proposal is rather appealing to the average individual, but why would you want to hire me, who has yet to earn the appreciation of society? In all likelihood, someone else who possesses the desired characteristics would be far more suitable for the manager position."

The elderly individual regarded me with visible amusement as a result of my statements, clearly expecting me to decline his offer from the outset. He chuckled in an apparent attempt to unwind from his regal throne-like seating area, remarking, "You? One of the top scholars at this distinguished institution- yet an outcast all the same? Oh my, you should reduce the complexity of your diction if you wish for me to accept your words at face value."

His tone was in a low baritone, an attempt to hide the condescending tone that he had, I pondered in which sequence of his words made it sound so- insulting? With eyes narrowed I observed how his hands entangle with each other, the way his brow ceased, behind his glasses held an observant gaze that narrows right into your very existence.

"You have been given a choice by yours truly, the head of the Soccer club. Either you can become the soccer club's manager or be expelled from Teikoku Gakuen. Usually, I would not hesitate in having you kicked out, but given that the soccer club currently needs a manager, Kidou has suggested you be given the position." He repeated his statement as he awaited my response.

Pardon me? I was under the impression that my expulsion was a certainty. This turn of events is rather perplexing. What sort of deception am I being exposed to?

"We're waiting little Miss..." It would appear we are all on standby, with Kidou resting his chin on the palm of his hand, his eyes fixated on me with a piercing gaze that pierced through my thoughts of confusion, as if his gaze alone is capable of piercing through the depths of my soul and to eat my guts.

As more time has elapsed, my brain is scrambling to process every last detail, with Kidou asking me, "So, what will it be? Become the manager of the soccer club or leave the school?", his voice laced with the slightest bit of amusement, as if he found my predicament humorous.

"I will become the manager," I murmured, my voice hardly audible. These moments of solitude I've experienced, moments where I can take a deep breath and be at peace in my mind, served as my enlightenment. For if I suddenly depart this establishment immediately, despite it being the easier path to take, I would undoubtedly be doing the same thing that I have consistently done, and that is- being a coward while running from the challenges that lie ahead, as I scream at my eldest sibling to help me. With my own two hands, I worked tirelessly to enrol in this school without relying on bribes, connections or my siblings' assistance. I enrolled not only to prove to myself that I can be an independent individual with my own interests, but also to demonstrate to my siblings that I can achieve my goals without their assistance. It is not an option for me to throw in the towel, for that would make all of my hard work meaningless, and I cannot- no- I will not relinquish my efforts so easily.

When the Commander looked at me with those jet-black lenses, it was almost as if I were gazing into his soul. He roared, sounding like the God of Justice, "After today's practice, which starts after school, you will serve as the soccer club manager for Teikoku's soccer club until the moment you reach your graduation ceremony at Teikoku Gakuen."

As soon as Kageyama had dismissed us, Kidou decided to accompany me to our shared first-period class, even though he did not have to. It was strange, as Kidou could have easily excused himself, yet he chose to walk with me regardless. Perhaps he wanted to avoid being perceived as impolite or experiencing any uncomfortable feelings that could arise if he simply left me behind.

As I stood across from him, I gazed deeply into his tinted goggles, almost as if trying to pry into his soul. It was clear that I was trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Why are you still here? You could have simply left me alone you know?" I said in an amused tone. As I bore my eyes into his tinted goggles, I could swear I could discern his eye colour from all the layers of tint. The shade of red was a unique one, and it was rather difficult to identify. Was it a bright red or a dark red, perhaps even a dark brown that could easily be mistaken for red?

Despite my attempts to engage him in a conversation and challenge him, my efforts fell on deaf ears. He completely ignored me, as if our earlier encounter never happened and he was not attempting to intimidate or assert his dominance over me earlier.

After a brief period of time, we made our way to my classroom. To my surprise, as soon as we entered the room, the teacher paused his lecture and every pair of eyes was affixed on us. It was as if I was the focus of the day's events. As I took a seat, I could feel the curious stares of others watching me. Although it was unusual for being a few moments late to class, I appreciated how Kidou had managed to exempt me from receiving detention. I had noticed most of my classmates were sneaking glances at me. Despite that, I am eternally grateful to Kidou for rescuing me from getting detention.

Although I am thankful to Kidou for getting me out of detention, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of worry. My previous record of perfect attendance has just been destroyed by my tardiness, and now I feel an indescribable sense of unease. I have never been late to class and now this has happened, which only serves to aggravate my sense of insecurity.

By the time lunchtime had come, I felt as if I had been transported to a parallel realm. I did not grasp that Kidou, the most desirable boy in school (In my classmates' standards), was in all of my classes, let alone that he had begun to walk with me regularly. Nonetheless, upon realizing that he was walking with me, I felt somewhat perturbed. I did not particularly enjoy the fact that people had begun to stare at us; they were most likely trying to figure out who I was and why Kidou had chosen to put an arm around me. Although I had wanted to remove his arm, the same feeling that I had experienced earlier once again caused my desire to subside. Alas, I was rather silly for not having realized it sooner. Oh silly little me :3

I used to spend lunch time alone in the school library's far corner, immersed in a book. However, on this particular day, Kidou led me to the cafeteria. For some strange and inexplicable reason, I allowed myself to be guided by him. While I could only stare at him from the corner of my eye, I chuckled in amusement at his antics.

In response to the sound of my laughter, I could sense a feeling of unease emanating from Kidou. He turned towards me with a stern expression like I had just lost my mind. "And what's so amusing? Please do enlighten me. I'm dying to know what's so funny." His voice sounded slightly irritated as he dug his fingernails into the surface below his hand- my waist to be exact.

"I find it baffling that you would rather escort me like a porcelain puppet instead of just letting me walk on my own." I said, my voice dripping with irritation. It was truly perplexing that Kidou would not allow me the freedom to roam the hallways unaccompanied. I can only snicker at his reaction right after, "Are you afraid I would run away? This cutie pie would never dare do such!" I motioned about myself as I held my face with both hands.

"Hey Kidou!" the turquoise-haired boy who wore an eyepatch called out, and his voice echoed through the vast space. I immediately recognized him to be Sakuma Jirou, Teikoku's lethal striker. The prying eyes on me that came from the students who were in the vicinity while Kidou escorted me to Sakuma's table caused me to lower my head so that they would not catch a glimpse of my face- it is not like they deserve to lay eyes on someone as stunning as me.

The brunette sitting by Sakuma's side, who stood taller than him, leaned in and muttered, "Who's this girl?" His grin was anything but innocent, and his eyes bore into mine, attempting to suss out my identity.

I cast him an indignant gaze, the smile that had graced my face melting away into a half-scowl as I held myself back from physically attacking him, even though I desperately wanted to. Good news! Such an adorable girl like me would never do such thing! All I could bring myself to do was judge his hair and facial markings, both of which gave the impression of him recently entering civilization after a lengthy sojourn in the jungle.

"Our new manager." Kidou responded with a nonchalant tone, but the undertone of smugness that crept into his voice could not be missed by any of the individuals who were present in the vicinity.

"Nice to meet you." Upon meeting me, the brunette, who was none other than the highly skilled soccer player, Genda Koujirou, greeted me in a polite tone. As if his charming appearance weren't enough to steal my breath, his winking caused the frown that was forming on my face to deepen further, and I hastily lowered my head even more in an attempt to conceal my dissatisfaction.

Sakuma looked at the boy with dreadlocks and asked, "We never had a manager for our school in the past 40 years. Most other schools playing Football Frontier had one, didn't they?" Kidou simply nodded, acting as if it was no big deal. When Sakuma got a positive response from Kidou, he also nodded and exchanged a look with Genda. He then said, "She can stay, then."

Kidou suddenly changed the conversation to their upcoming practice match against an unknown team called Tora-Tekko, accompanied by a certain person they were hoping to attract. Sakuma and Genda gave Kidou their full attention, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. The spotlight was no longer on me, which was a huge relief. While most girls would be thrilled to have the attention of the most popular boy in school, I was far too shy and timid. I had been content with my old, boring life and was overwhelmed by the sudden change. Well, not really the kind of shy that would avoid being seen with people. Just an introvert who dislikes attention and interacting with people - I just dislike people in general.

At the end of lunch break, I was relieved that I no longer shared any classes with Kidou. I was about to make a run for it to my fifth period classroom when someone placed a hand on my shoulder.  "I'll walk with you," said the person behind me. "Kidou told me to look after you." Oh no, I had forgotten. I have fifth period with Sakuma-san, the cyan haired striker. I nervously turned around and stuttered, "Arigatou, Sakuma-san."

This time, more people turned their gaze towards me when Sakuma and I left the cafeteria together. I couldnt help but wonder why Kidou had to choose me. If only I had been more careful this morning and hadn't accidentally bumped into the captain of the soccer team. I mentally chided myself for my mistake and wished that I could just go back to my old, mundane life. Despite these thoughts, I forced myself to smile at Sakuma, who returned the gesture.

As we made our way out of the cafeteria, I turned to Sakuma with a lighthearted tone. "Can't an adorable lady walk by herself now?" I teased him, watching as he let out a deep chuckle in response.

"An attractive young lady like yourself shouldn't be walking alone in such a dangerous place like this school," Sakuma teased back, his eyes shining mischievously. "I'm just trying to protect you from other clubs who might sweep you away. Can't let that happen, now can we?"

How Mihori feels rn:

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Choosing Gojo the Mop is Illegal

Me and my brother were arguing who's the hottest guy in jjk. He said Gojo. I said Choso.

So who's hotter?

Reblog for bigger sample size. AND ADD YOUR ANSWERS, DON'T JUST VOTE SILENTLY.

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on my hands and knees begging ppl to recognize platonic content. sometimes 2 guys r just friends . i dont mean this in the 'stop making everything romantic way' i mean this in the 'stop calling 2 friends who bicker siblings and stop treating any remotely caring remotely older character like a parental figure' ohhhh my god . they are not siblings they r buddies . u are all underestimating the power of having a buddy

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Do kids even care if their media consumption actually affect their whole brain's development? Like seriously, as adults we try to let them get away from this as much as possible, because smut is still a form of porn, and it can cause addiction even to literal adults. PLEASE I beg to whoever reads this that is a minor that you stop doing what you are doing and stir away from 18+ blogs. Hypersexuality is a no no joke. It can destroy your life, your mind, and how you see life.

Jesus Christ, minors have become so fucking cocky and self-centred recently.

It feels like every time I open up a +18 tag or go into an adult fandom space, there's all these actual kids running around, telling people they're minors.

I could be wanting to read a smut fic and I'll see a bunch of posts with the text "minor writing smut, don't like, DNI" or something like that.

How fucking stupid are you? Genuine question. Are your grades okay? Do you need to talk to the school counselor? Take a common sense test? Because I certainly think so.

Why are you entering and actively taking part in adult spaces and then using the "umm I'm a minor, so if you do or say anything, then I'm the victim and you need to get away from me, you creep" card when you get called out on your bullshit?

These adult spaces are not for you, GET THE FUCK OUT! Go sit in the corner and think about what you've done!

Teens will teen. They'll find adult material one way or another, I am fully aware of that. Hell, I'm guilty of reading smut when I was a teen. But when I did, I never told a soul.

I've had accounts run by minors as young as 13-14 interacting with my NSFW posts. And they're somehow bragging about this. Of course, I block them immediately, but I am shocked at how brazen these kids are, to have the gall to do this and think it's okay because "they're mature enough."

No. You're not. I promise you.

Becoming an adult isn't about reaching some arbitrary number. It's about learning to take responsibility for your actions. So take this advice and GET THE FUCK OUT OF ADULT SPACES! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME!

I don't care how much anon hate you kids send my way to try and get me to kms or deactivate. By all means, give me your best shot. But if you seriously think I am going to just let you do this without realising your actions have consequences, you need to be sent to the psych ward across town.

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I'm not even half there 😭🦔

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I DO TOO

Givenchy - Spring 1997 RTW

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Just my two sillies from Tokyo Revengers, Monaca Myoga (The Pansexual Umbrella haver) and Tanashiri Cheng (The Cupioromantic Lesbian who never knew she was even one as she still keeps finding a non existent husband). These two are besties that mock anyone they see and won't hesitate to be menaces to society if they want to.

They are called Umbrella n Heels btw-if y'all actually even cared.