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vote!

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also going to be slowly shifting this blog to plot based only, and only offering pre-plotted starters. so if you’d like to jump the gun and start developing a relationship, give this a like! i’ll come to you with some ideas.

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like this for a one liner! capping at 5. specify or don’t.

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i just wanna know how she fit that blade in her bag

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this is gonna be a weird ask , but can you elaborate on the image you reblogged for akutagwa. the dog biting the man's hand ? i have theories to why you would put these two things together but it really just struck me and i thought it was really neat :D.

oh absolutely!!    his is gonna turn into a meta so stay tuned under the cut.

typically in literature,   dogs have many symbolic meanings.   for the sake of akutagawa,   i usually play on the following:

dogs as symbols of death

dogs as symbols of vigilance

dogs as symbols of loyalty

it’s not a secret akutagawa has a lot of dog related motifs to him.   most notably being a couple alias’ he is called in the manga.   [ black-fanged hell hound, ]   in my portrayal and visions,   serves to signify dogs as symbols of death.   [ silent mad dog, ]   serves to signify dogs as both symbols of vigilance and loyalty.   i’ll go into more detail,   now,   below.

DOGS AS SYMBOLS OF DEATH.

it’s no secret that in many classical mythologies,   death and canines go hand in hand.   i think it’s important to note that dogs have two rolls in death:   serving as death omens while simultaneously showcasing the journey from the land of the living to the land of the dead.   [ for example: ]   cerberus,   the three-headed dog that guarded the entrance to the underworld in greek mythology   ---   this also has ties to dogs as symbols of vigilance.   anubis,   the god of death from egyptian myth,   had the head of a jackal.   BLACK DOGS,   ESPECIALLY,   SEEM TO BE VERY SYMBOLIC OF DEATH.   black dogs are thought,   in some traditions,   to be denizens of the underworld.   akutagawa is surely no stranger to death,   as a dying man himself with the blood of countless others on his hands.   a manga panel is pictured below with a quote i find very relative to this.

DOGS AS SYMBOLS OF VIGILANCE AND LOYALTY.

piggybacking off the previous image,   akutagawa ryunosuke is loyal to a fault.   and thus,   the port mafia’s silent mad dog was created.   one of the most notable classical uses of a dog’s loyalty i can think of occurs in greek myth,   that being odysseus’s arrival to his homeland after his wanderings, and meeting his old dog Argos, the only one who recognized him.   to put it shortly,   akutagawa took to dazai osamu like a dog sitting at the grave of it’s long since passed owner.   [ i recommend reading greyfriars bobby by eleanor atkinson for more on the imagery of a dog sitting at a grave! ]   and in doing so,   abandoned his sense of self worth.   not only does akutagawa serve as a watch dog for the port mafia,   his loyalty and need to prove himself leave him and his ability to be easily used for the benefit of others,   and to his own demise.   pictured again below.

LASTLY,   BITING THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU.

akutagawa’s plot revolves around coming to terms with himself.   in order to do that,   akutagawa has to remove himself of dazai completely.   AKUTAGAWA HAS TO BITE THE HAND THAT FED HIM IN ORDER TO LIVE.   the more akutagawa begins to think for himself,   the more he finds confidence in himself:   growing to believe that he himself has worth outside of his special ability.   he has a long way to go,   but i think one day,   akutagawa will finally take his leash off.   or die trying.

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the urge to make ocs with similar powers to atsushi but with dif cats

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i’m also doing my mains page so………………………………who wants to be mains

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kaminari brims with so much light that it sometimes feels too complicated to appreciate him…      it would be a waste of breath to compliment kaminari   [   like talking about how bright and pretty the sun might be:     established facts of the universe did not require comment…     everyone just understood that kaminari was a fountain of bright energy   ].       OR MAYBE SHINSO WAS BEING A LITTLE BIASED.      but it was hard to believe that anyone could look at kaminari and not see what he saw   –   unending potential and summery kindness cutting open soft skin and bruised hands.     kids were mean and often unappreciative of the things around them…     there were few teenagers able to compliment others,    and the true gem of an bleeding heart was never appreciated by its owner.     but shinso hoped his quiet presence was enough to speak for what he couldn’t say.        ‘       none that you’d listen to.     at least you weren’t reckless like izuku…     which means i don’t have to sit around worrying.        ’        shinso doesn’t move an inch as the fist taps against his forehead.

‘       you can’t focus until you’ve learned the controls.    and you should know by now that true learning takes many attempts.       ’        there’s a small smile on his lips,  however,  as the teasing springs free from the other’s mouth.    he watches kaminari’s deft fingers sweep across the buttons,     quick and easy.    he wants to touch those hands.          ‘        you must’ve been playing these games for a long time.   you’re a natural at it.       ‘

𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬,   one far more gentle than the ones he usually dons.   kaminari smiles like a thunderstorm on a midsummer’s day,   loud and energetic and electric.   KAMINARI SMILES LIKE A SLIGHT BREEZE RUSTLING THROUGH THE TREE TOPS ON A FOGGY SPRING MORNING.   [ there are things they all don’t talk about,   secret fears and worries and terrors and concerns   ---   kaminari wonders where shinso keeps his,   a lock box buried somewhere deep inside his ribcage?   a book left sitting open on a windowsill?   you’ve got so much to worry about   ---   where do you even begin? ]      ❝   awwwww,   you get worried?   ❞      it’s meant to be a light hearted tease,   a simper at the edges of his smile,   but kaminari defaults to staring down at his lap and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.      ❝   it’s okay.   i get worried too.   ❞

they leave the conversation there,   for now   ---   it’s one meant for quiet whispers in the hallway,   not in the comfort and privacy of a dorm.   kaminari strokes their fingers over the controls quickly,   opens his mouth to further gloat about his naturality behind the games he plays   ---   THE CONSOLE HAS OTHER IDEAS.   [ a moment’s breath has the screen dissolving to black,   a single low battery warning all they get before it goes unresponsive and quiet. ]   kaminari throws their hands up rather dramatically,   his controller landing on the bed with a couple bounces.      ❝   oh,   just great!   ❞      kaminari pouts while shifting to his hands and knees,   beginning his decent down under his dorm room bed.   it’s a tight squeeze.   they’ve done it before.      ❝   let me see if i can find the charger,   okay?   oh,   you don’t see it anywhere,   do you?   ❞