I’m not Akane! I’m Seishu!

There's so many layers to this whole scene but this exchange in particular. When experiencing the story for the first time, it's obvious that the attention is going to be directed to the reveal of Dazai having been Akutagawa's mentor, a fact up to this point unknown to the audience. But on a second rewatch, and knowing everything we know about Akutagawa and Dazai's relationship… I feel like the thing that might have actually sent Akutagawa over the edge might be Dazai simply addressing Akutagawa as his former superior; Akutagawa being someone he doesn't recognize anymore. Whereas after all those years (and after this scene, too) Akutagawa has kept considering Dazai to be his one and only mentor still. Here, Dazai saying that he's his past mentor must have came as experiencing the trauma of abandonment all over again for Akutagawa. Which might explain why it's something that pushed Akutagawa's most hurting buttons so much, to the point he'd even retaliate by punching his beloved mentor and most respected person.

About that, i really like how physical Akutagawa's reaction is during this scene. He punches Dazai twice. And to me it really uses to express how conflictual and oxymoronic Akutagawa's state of mind is. He loves Dazai, but he's also enraged at him, feeling so betrayed for having been left alone without a word, all those years. He craves his recognition, but right here and now even that can't placate the relentless rage boiling inside him. The overwhelming feeling of frustration for himself before anyone else, because it's his fault for being so weak and incompetent that Dazai left him behind; and yet he can't help but take that frustration out on Dazai himself, symbolizing just how overbearing Akutagawa's emotions are, how he's not in control of them. I just think this scene is neat.

"Trust, huh. I didn't realize you still held any for me."

not me picturing imogen ding-dong ditching some rumored horror witch only to fall hard and leave town with her okfjkskfjskcnfje

Was inspired by @le-penis post about the layton characters with these shirts 😭😭 (original post in last reblog) Sorry i didnt do all of them i was LAZY and also I didn't know how to draw them sorry guyz😁 Whatever though, i tried to draw them in the original style more and tbh i kinda nailed it hot damn!! Also i accidentally saved the Desmond image like a hundred times and now my gallery is flooded with distressed Desmond and drug dealer Layton

*party blower sound*

OH BOY Dave sure can! Do THAT! Was that presentation a one time thing or does he do that for kicks Translation: SHOULD I BE SCARED OF HIM

Itsa one time thang, babe, dontchu worry 'bout it, aight? ~

Unless you's plannin on crossin' me- hahaha! Just playin', or am I?

FUTURISMO ⚡️⚡️⚡️

buwan ng wika already passd but i still wanted 2 draw sum futurism in modernized filipiñana garb 4 funs

VaniChai/Iced Tea moodboard

I hit 200 followers recently !! Thank you! I just took my last final of the semester, so.. Big Things Coming...

god this fantasy has been eating me alive… (18+ minors dni) warning for tickling, cnc, and some mention of knives (no knifeplay)

gender neutral lee/gender neutral ler

Ugh, I can’t stop thinking about it: Walking alone in the woods on a fall afternoon, breathing in the cool air. Maybe listening to music in my headphones, or enjoying the sounds of nature. The trail isn’t popular, but I am not surprised when I hear another set of footsteps behind me. I’m not bothered by the presence of another hiker, the trail is more than big enough for us both. The footsteps begin to grow louder and faster, as if coming closer. Before I even figure out what’s going on, strong arms wrap around me from behind and the smell of bug spray fills my nose.

“Don’t fucking scream.” The hiker growls in my ear, before unsheathing a hunting knife and bringing it to my throat. “If you scream I’ll fucking cut you, got that?”

Eyes wide, I nod. My heart pounds and my mind fills with images of what they might do to me. The feeling of fear only grows as my attacker yanks my arms behind my back. Roughly, I’m pushed deeper into the woods, the hiker being careful to stay behind me and never reveal their face.

Eventually, they’re satisfied with how far off the path they’ve dragged me. Still holding onto my wrists, they violently turn me to face them. The lower half hiker’s face is concealed by a bandanna, and a baseball cap conceals their hair. They yank my hands above my head and waste no time fastening them to the tree with the rope strapped to the side of their hiking pack.

“Please, don’t hurt me! I’ll give you whatever you want!” I begin to beg fearfully, but they quickly cut me off.

“I’m taking what I want right now, shut the fuck up.” They bark at me angrily. Fear grips me as my attacker reveals their hunting knife, allowing me to fully appreciate the size of the blade. With the knife still in hand, they begin to unbutton my flannel. My stomach begins to churn, I can’t help but think they might gut me.

That possibility begins to seem like reality as their knife-brandishing hand approaches my stomach. I suck my stomach back to my spine and squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable pain. Suddenly, the chill air bites against my belly. The hiker pulls my undershirt away from my torso, takes their knife to it, and cuts it in half from the bottom hem. The ground seems to fall away below me as fear takes over. My entire torso is exposed and my arms are bound above my head. There’s a stranger in front of me with a hunting knife, this must be it for me.

But it isn’t, the hand that makes contact with my stomach is empty. There are a few seconds of silent confusion as the hiker’s fingertips ghost over my belly, but it doesn’t take long for them to dig in.

They’re tickling me…? Oh my god, the attacker is tickling me. I try as long I can to hold in my reactions, but it isn’t long before pathetic, whimpering laughter escapes me. I pull at the bonds above my head and kick my feet at the hiker.

That didn’t end well for me, they only caught my ankle and let out a low chuckle. Still holding onto my ankle, they crouch to the ground. They look up at me from under the brim of their cap and tap their blade against my boot. I continue whimpering as my attacker makes a show of slowly untying my boots. They gently run the tip of their blade over my socked sole, before dropping my ankle and standing back up.

“Keep kicking like that and I won’t stop there next time.” They growl before grabbing at my stomach again.

I can’t help but continue to whimper and thrash, stuck between gripping fear and ticklish suffering. It seems to go on for hours, the attacker growing more enthusiastic with every passing moment. Realizing that each noise that escapes me is encouragement, I fight and fail to silence myself.

By the time the hiker is through with me, there are tears streaming down my face and the sun has begun to set. I stand there, chest heaving, as they reach up and cut the rope holding me there. They walk off without a word, leaving me crumpled on the ground.

I lay there for a while, shaking and trying to regain my breath. After feeling around in the dark, I put my boot back on. My mind is still reeling at what just took place as I walk home.

he is cosplaying as judd for halloween :3

Imagine if like.. Villain is just chilling and minding their own business with their hot cocoa at hand, their bedsheet covered their body as the warmth of the fireplace gave them peace.

A knock on the window broke their peace, they turned around the sound and saw a black hooded figure staring at them through the window. Villain whipped out their weapon to the couch and approached the figure slowly, but when they came near the figure, they saw Hero shivering from head to toe by the cold winter weather, the only thing keeping them warm is their hoodie.

"H-hi.. V-Villain.. C-c-can I com-come in?" The poor, quivering Hero stumbled in between words, teeth chattering, slowly rubbing their shaking body on their arms.

Villain lowered their weapon, furrowing their brow after seeing their cru- friend in such a state. "Oh, dear. Come, come," They invited Hero in.

Villain made them hot cocoa and cuddling with them until they both fell asleep in each others arms.

huh really weird that my moots have the same problems i do when it comes to actual real romantic relationships and feeling very isolated from a potential partner and also protective of themself to a point where it prevents you from actually getting close to anything, I wonder how that happened to me when it wasn't because of my ex

.....

*realization*

Happi Ester

this is your yearly reminder to keep your insectoid friends out of your Easter baskets.

i miss the era of internet where all we got were anime fansubs made by people who had the time to do what they enjoyed