There is something so good about Akutagawa--a very much feared, boogeyman like figure (even amongst his own men) in Yokohama because of his violence, bloodlust, and steadfast loyalty to a violent criminal organization such as the Port Mafia--given biblical angel symbolism
I don't know, something something about someone whose beauty is so incomprehensible and terrifying to most. He's not physically ugly, he's not--he's beautiful, the type of beautiful that almost feel as if he's not a real person, like he's a mirage, or a painting. But he's beautiful not like those renaissance cherubs and lovely looking maidens for angels, but more like the biblical angels with their beauty beyond mortal grasp, the beauty that brings fear and revulsion towards whoever sees them because they cannot comprehend it. Coming across him makes you understand why angels say, "Be not afraid" when they reveal themselves to mortals. An incomprehensible beauty that very few can keep looking at. A dangerous feat, literally and metaphorically.
(This isn't only with his physical appearance either--for someone who is constantly beaten down both by canon and by the fandom for being "simple", he is a terrifying bundle of different aspects that contradict each other. Like a super machine you open up and you see the intricate criss crossing of wires and bolts that hold it together. He's a mess of nerves and feelings and experiences so profound, so horrific, that you don't know where to start with him. To uncoil him and see him truly bare is almost impossible. Where does he end and the roots that connect him to the earth begin?)
Something about Akutagawa being an angel, a being created entirely to follow the will of "God", obey their every word. Unwavering loyalty to their master while singing praise. Acting entirely on the order of their master--wing always dipped in blood for his sake. A weapon of "heaven' that brings destruction to those who oppose "God" and be one of the many upon which "God" rests upon.
(Almost everything Akutagawa does is for the sake of the Port Mafia, taking orders from the "master" (boss) himself. Willingness and obedience and loyalty repeatedly exploited and used, everything he has done as one of the high ranking leaders handling most of the Mafia's dirty work playing a part so Mori's throne stays high.)
Something about comparing Akutagawa to a certain archangel, finding repulsion in "God"'s cherished creation, the inferiority that came with being "less" to "mankind", and the painful fall from grace to the deepest pits of despair when he confronts the being that created him, molded him, and then condemn him. And to his humiliation, mankind, for centuries, condemns him too.
(He can't be compared to Lucifer, God's most beloved angel. Maybe Dazai did value him, but it doesn't matter, does it? because the difference between the two is that one was cherished and one never was. However, you can compare the rage and humiliation Akutagawa felt towards Atsushi--for obtaining Dazai's approval and affection with no effort, no proper control over his skill or any seemingly differentiating quality-- to Lucifer's refusal to bow down to humanity--a creation inherently imperfect and lackluster, with not the qualities of angels. And as a result? Disgraced. Both by the creator and by ones that held their creator's favor. )
Something about Akutagawa being an angel--someone whose presence means nothing pleasant to those he appears before. A reaper of sorts, responsible for taking life and for souls to see the afterlife (killing both as an order and an act of mercy, for he despises torture and meaningless suffering). A guardian angel watching over "mankind" from afar, where he is not aware and saving him from certain death at his own expense.
There's just something so appealing about depicting Akutagawa--a fearsome, ruthless, and bloodthirsty mafioso, a boogeyman to his own men--as an angel, be it of death, of mercy, a destroying angel-- whatever anyone wants to see him as and use him for.
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what,,,, would be the word for the base joint of a wing
like the base joint for a forelimb is a shoulder and the base joint of a hind limb is a hip. but on im pretty sure All bony creatures with wings the wings just are the forelimbs so I'd guess it'd still be a shoulder. but like what would the word be for like. a human with wings. you can't really just call it more shoulders
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it’s a bit grim to think about, but the wanderer actually has some degree of knowledge when it comes to performing MAINTENANCE on himself. learning how to stitch a wound or stop the bleeding are rather basic skills anyone intending to live a life on the road would do well to pick up — and yes, he most definitely knows how to do both. however, the extent of what ren is actually capable of goes far deeper. mending a hole in his internal cooling system and draining excess fluid? ( or to put it more simply, patching a punctured lung? ) been there, done that. clicking broken bones into place? they’re built impossibly, inhumanly dense; every ( rare ) break is a clean one — he only needs to set them properly.
it helps that his body comes equipped with natural regenerative capabilities. every wound wanderer sustains WILL eventually close without a trace. ( hence why he has no visible scars, despite lifetimes of battle and brutal experimentation. ) it won’t happen IMMEDIATELY, so getting injured is still an inconvenience — but his wounds do heal at an accelerated rate compared to a mortal. provided everything is in its rightful place, his body can perfectly stitch itself back together from the very brink of death in a matter of days. minor injuries ( cuts, scrapes and the like ) have been known to close in minutes. it’s probably been timed before. regeneration speedrun.
in essence, this means he CAN perform “repairs” on himself despite possessing fairly limited medical knowledge — if only because his body is so obscenely durable, it just needs its pieces to be in the right place and it can do the rest automatically.
on a related ( though disturbing ) note, what little information ren did pick up had to come from somewhere. i’ve mentioned before, but he has a slight phobia of SLEEPING ( namely, he worries a time will come when he won’t be able to wake up ) and would never consent to being knocked out if he had a say in the matter. which means he was likely conscious and completely aware for at least the MAJORITY of the horrific experiments dottore put him through. very fun. very pleasant. very useful for figuring out how his mess of a body is supposed to function, though.
his pain tolerance is a disaster.
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