Going feral over the differences in how Akutagawa and Chuuya remember Dazai during his Port Mafia days.
First image is Akutagawa's memory and the second image is Chuuya's memory.
Neither of them are accurate representations of what Dazai actually looked like, they are two peoples' perceptions of him.
Akutagawa idolizes Dazai, he was strength and power manifested, he was an ideal. He looks more put together than we ever see Dazai. He's looking down on Akutagawa both physically and symbolically. He's in all black, a true Port Mafia Executive from head to toe. His arms are concealed in Mori's coat, he's comfortable there, it fits him, he belongs. Akutagawa never saw him any other way, that's why Dazai leaving was something Akutagawa could never even begin to accept or understand.
But, God, it's such a different story in Chuuya's memory. He's disheveled, he looks so thin. In Chuuya's memory the Port Mafia life is wasting Dazai away. The mafia members behind him are ghastly shades, monsters of Dazai's past. He's wearing his Agency clothes under Mori's coat, whilst he pulls it around himself because it's all he knows. Signifying that Chuuya always knew Dazai's loyalty to Mori was fickle, that he wanted an out. Perhaps showing that Chuuya believes Dazai was always destined to be somewhere other than the mafia, that he knows he was destined for the Agency.
And then if you compare both of those to how Oda saw Dazai
It truly emphasizes just how young Dazai was to Oda. A kid who still had the chance to change, who didn't have to be the monster that mafia made of him.
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real question to all of my fellow book reading people. how do you guys mark your place? do you use a bookmark, dog ear, memorize the page #, or a secret other thing???? 📚
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Random percy jackson smut i dug out of my grave
i'm back (not really)
smut under cut!
"Quiet." Percy's hand pushed my face further into the pillows under me, his left arm snaking around my lower abdomen to lift me up slightly.
His dick somehow managed to kiss a deeper spot in me, making me gag on my own tears of overwhelming ecstasy. My hands gripped the once pristine sheets under us, now stained with mixed arousal from what felt like hours of fucking like dogs.
"Pe-percy~! fuckfuckfuck- gah~gods~! Fuck- no more!"
i cried out, my body language completely contradicting my words. My body rocked back to meet his pace halfway, the sounds of skin slapping somehow being made louder than before.
a harsh hand squeezed my breast, earning a squeak from me.
"I said be quiet and take it."
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