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Heyo!!
I saw that ur doodle requests were open.
Can I request tony collette just being gay?
Thanks :]
happy pride i cant bother cleaning lines lol
#tony collette#the peachyville horror#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dndads s3#gang are we tagging dr man#i dont think i care to#i do hope he and tony get gayer every time he ends up in the hospital though#my artwork#sorry its 9 pm but ive been busy lol
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“Can you give me... A reason to live?”
“I can.”
screencap redraw
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#bsd akutagawa#akutagawa ryuunosuke#bsdart#the pm went downhill after they thought a 16 yr old taking care of a 14 yr old would go well#dazai has that toxic big brother swag
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When Edgeworth shows up at the detention center in Farewell, My Turnabout…where is he located? Is he standing? If so, how? Perhaps he is sitting on the little table bit? Did he slide on over in front of Wright? These questions and more were all inquiries a couple of pals and I posed while playing through the case on Saturday.
#doctorsiren#ace attorney#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#ace attorney fanart#farewell my turnabout#aa2#art#digital art#my art#fanart#procreate#IGNOREEEEE MILES’S GOOFY AHH PORPORTIONS PLEASE#the more I look at it the more it bothers me so like haha don’t talk about that 😳🤫🤭☺️😊#in the anime. there’s a table bit on both sides of the glass#and if Phoenix was sitting to talk to Matt…#then Edgeworth would have had to slide in really fast#ALSO I MADE IT NIGHTTIME OUTSIDE OF THE DETENTION CENTER BC THEY KEPT BEING LIKE: it’s 10 PM!!#WHILE IT WAS STILL VISIBLY DAYTIME 😭#Phoenix looks like he’s about to teeter into Beanix territory if he’s not careful#but in his defense he’s not had a great couple of days 😰#okay but I am actually happy with Edgeworth’s shoe 💥#also I’m Not The Best with backgrounds but I am working on it lmao#I would have included a screenshot from the part I’m talking about but uhh I’m too lazy to go get one#also you can’t tell but his socks are totally Steel Samurai#also the more I look at how I did Phoenix’s hair the more I realize how his head is in the middle and his hair makes a goofy helmet#like around the sides y’know?? idk what I’m trying to say HAHA
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Hi everyone. I will try to slowly in private my old art since it seems to be something I have to manually do…
I wrote a super long post about how I’ve been trying to process everything: feelings regarding the impersonation, feeling of violation of boundaries, this weird sensation of adjusting to different perceptions of my online self when to me, I’m just a random regular guy.
I’m still processing it but I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want something I love so dearly to be tainted to the point of feeling like I should just blow up everything. I miss posting and I miss reading tags, I miss reading comments… I miss seeing the little snippets of thoughts.
There is still good in that and I still like comics. I want to thank everyone who’s been incredibly supportive so far. I like sharing a space with passionate people who love things I love
#I don’t mean for this to sound like a serious post. it kind of is but it’s also kind of not. it’s that don’t trust your brain past 9 pm bit#I do actually want to unprivate my old stuff…#: ( ACTUALLY I AM REALLY TIRED OF THINKING TOO MUCH. we’re doing a reset or trying. no more thoughts no more anxiety.#we move forward. live laugh enjoy. through brute force and will that is of questionable strength.#I actually rewrote this post like 3 times because I kept thinking who cares about what I think but maybe in this harsh world we need#communication and sincerely. maybe we need to be brave and say we’ve just been really confused and not sure of what to do#SINCERITY*#this is my equivalent of stabbing the flag on the moon. I WILL POST ON TUMBLR AGAIN. I WILL NOT FEEL WEIRD ABOUT IT. holding my ground
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sskk au where no one believes that akutagawa has a boyfriend
like its not a secret relationship au becuz when akutagawa met and started getting close to atsushi he called chuuya at 3 am to ask if he was dying becuz his heart rate was acting up
and like since they got together he's referenced him, talked about him, minimally becuz he's akutagawa but still
yet no one believes him when he describes/talks about his bf
until of course aku gets hurts on a mission and a pissed off atsushi shows up ready to rip apart whichever fucker is responsible
#sskk#shin soukoku#i just like the image of atsushi stomping into pm headquarters and everyone being too flabbergasted to stop him and he's stomping towards#aku and everyone is like “who caused this; ill take care of it”#he'd punch mori too for sending aku on the mission but aku says punching his boss is a no-no
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The real reason why Atsushi shops at the same grocery store as Akutagawa is because the grocery store they both shop at is one of the Port Mafia’s money laundering schemes.
It’s not like Atsushi is completely unaware that it was a money laundering scheme, he just didn’t piece together that it was a Port Mafia money laundering scheme. He shops there anyway because Mori doesn’t know the average cost for most household products so everything is ridiculously cheap and also decent quality.
#bsd#atsushi nakajima#bsd atsushi#nakajima atsushi#bsd headcanons#idk#He asked Kyoka for permission once he realized that the PM was involved#she did not care#not even a little bit#He runs into different members of the mafia semi regularly#And calls the cheese he buys Mafia cheese#I forgot to tag akutagawa#damn it#ryuunosuke akutagawa
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Incorruptible pt 36
Here concludes our little tour of Paris circa 1790-91~ Mr. Miles saw smth in Robespierre that not many else did, at the time.
Now back to the main character's story in the next update hehe
#incorruptiblecomic#I was careful to only refer to Paris' optimism#I'm aware pm all of France inclusing Paris was already in intense conflict#frev#french revolution#robespierre#maximilien robespierre#william miles#french history#history comic#historical fiction#webcomic#comic#webtoon#comic update#webcomic update
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Too Late~ Dazai Osamu
featuring:- PM!Dazai Osamu, gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned), Chuuya (briefly) warnings:- angst, hurt/no comfort, being hostage, mentions of torture in captivity, graphic mentions of blood and violence, major character death, lmk if i missed anything a/n:- im already sighing on looking at the warnings... it IS bsd i suppose.. well here's what im best at again, in a new fandom, so have some angst that is VERY late set some time before Odasaku's death
wc:- 2.5k || masterlist
Not many people knew what it was like to have known Dazai before he joined the Port Mafia. To be one of the few people who had been trusted by him. Keyword being ‘had’- for some, some unfathomable reason, he’d drifted away, leaving you behind, alone. Making you wonder if for some reason he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.
It hurt. It hurt that you could lose him so easily, despite having been with him throughout the years, making sure he knew that you would always be there for him, silently tending to him after yet another attempt. It hurt because you had no idea what you did wrong to push him away. It hurt because he didn’t care anymore, for you, for them, for your shared childhood.
A fool could have probably known that you shouldn’t have gotten so close to the brunette, that he leaves nothing but a trail of suffering and sorrow in the wake of the people who dared to care for him. You, however, argued that he wasn’t like this before. At all. Again, a fool’s excuse.
Perhaps the Port Mafia had changed him, so much more than it changed you. Because now, he was completely unrecognisable, almost like he was a different person altogether. And you can’t help but dully wonder where the man you once knew almost inside out went, the man who once did his best to stay with you no matter what, when he abandoned you yet again during a joint mission ordered by Mori, citing some logical reasons of why it was better for you to not be with him during a mission. (Like always.) Not even bothering to get your opinion or response, something he never did before joining the Mafia.
You watch silently as the brunette slowly disappears into the horizon, leaving you behind. Again.
That night, as you return to your apartment alone once again, (Bittersweet memories surface in your mind- young Dazai cheerily walking you back home, laughing.), you get the distinct feeling that something is off. You are a mafioso after all, you need to have a keen sense for danger to be alive in this industry. You’re instantly on high alert, even though you look calm as always, with your hands in your coat pockets, ready to pull out your knives in a moment. But you still can’t sense anyone following you. Just to be sure, you take a detour home.
You take a deep breath at the threshold of your door, relieved to be back here. That sense of danger wasn’t as prominent anymore, and you were dying to get some sleep in an attempt to get a certain brunette out of your mind. You’d deal with whatever the problem was tomorrow- you’d had enough today. You can’t help but smile forlornly as you walk into your dimly lit home-
-And then suddenly you’re falling, falling, into a void of darkness, surrounded by the people you care, by him, hurling words at you that stab you like a thousand knives in a nightmare, and dumbly you realise that you walked right into an ability user’s trap, before the unknown ability takes your consciousness, bringing a silent darkness and pain.
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Mimic. A foreign organisation, a group of extremely skilled soldiers who sought the Port Mafia for unknown reasons. People who are willing to go to extreme lengths to get what they wanted- much like your own boss, really. And the ones who are your captors.
You can’t move, you’ve been chained. You assume that they want someone valuable to the Mafia as a hostage, and apparently you serve the purpose well. And dammit, you’ve been completely disarmed while unconscious, you can’t feel a single weapon on you. You’re alone, too, but there’s definite signs that someone’s been here, multiple times. There’s also an assortment of sharp weapons some distance away from you, and you think its cruel to leave them in your sight but out of reach. There’s no windows or openings either.
Footsteps echo outside the door of the room you’ve been kept in, breaking your survey of the room and your thoughts of escape routes. Two men walk in, dignified. It’s clear that they are war-trained soldiers. One of them stops talking with a grin, as he notices you awake.
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They want an individual from the Mafia on orders of their boss. They claim that Mori has been taking too long in making a decision, and they apparently hope their decision to take you captive will either force Mori to choose, or force you to give up the individual’s identity yourself in exchange for your freedom under pressure. But you can’t, won’t do the latter.
Because the individual they want is Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai’s new best friend, and you know damn well that he would utterly despise you if you gave up his identity, if you took away the one who gave him his reason to smile these days. Bitter thoughts cloud your mind, of how he abandoned you completely over some new friends, and you wonder if it would be better to just tell them. But then, your mafia sense kicks in, reasoning that if Mori doesn’t want his identity to be revealed yet, then you're probably as good as dead if you choose for him instead and return alive. (You would later realise that this thinking, too, was planned out by Mori, that bastard.) Your captors let hints slide that they’ll let your absence build up for a while, then let the Mafia know of your being their captive. Hopefully they do something.
You’ll just have to do your best to get out of those damn bonds by then, or survive till then. This was a very convenient time to wish that Dazai had taught you his little trick on how to unlock handcuffs, you think wistfully.
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As it turns out, surviving is an extremely hard thing to do after a few days have passed since Mori was apparently informed about the news of your captivity. Mori still hadn’t responded with his decision. Proof being the various cuts and bruises littering your skin already, a few small bloodstains already on the wall and floor. Not too much. Yet. They were intent on forcing your answer out of you, and clearly wouldn’t mind going to extremes for it.
You did your utmost to not make a single reaction when the knife pierced through your skin again, despite the pain that shot through your body for the umpteenth time. Unfortunately, you were well trained on how to not divulge information in captivity- after all, the Port Mafia really couldn’t risk their insider secrets getting out.
You were still intent on escaping, on getting out. You still had a flicker of hope in you, that someone would come for you, that he might come for you, despite the past few days proving fruitless. You refused to give up yet. You still believed in him, in them, that you wouldn’t be abandoned so easily by your kin.
‘Such a naive belief’, you would dully think some days later.
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Hope seemed like such a foolish thing now. You had lost track of time in the room without windows. No idea of how many days or weeks had passed. They weren’t coming for you. Of course they weren’t. You weren’t that important anyways, easily replaceable. Casualties happened often, what did it matter if someone died by being taken hostage? You truly attempted to free yourself, many times. You never succeeded, and each time you only received more wounds as punishment. Your captors were merciless, to say the least.
Wounds. That seemed like a small word to use at this point, with how battered and bruised you were. Your clothes were bloodsoaked, and you’d lost count of the number of scars and cuts you’d gained from your captors a long while ago. You could sense they were getting extremely frustrated by the lack of response. You didn’t mind, you didn’t care. You’d even stopped screaming when they cut you particularly deep- you just didn’t have any strength left in you at all. You passed out a few times from extreme blood loss. You could almost hear Mori in your mind, scolding you to get up already.
Mori. Of course, everything was probably a part of his heartless plans, fully willing to use any number of pawns for their execution.
At this point, you just wanted to be put out of your misery.
Your wish was granted some time- days?- later.
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Dazai was initially relieved when you didn’t show up to your next joint mission. He wouldn’t have to ensure your safety and hide his feelings again. But he’d quickly figured out that something was wrong when you didn’t show up again, and again, and you were nowhere to be seen around the Port Mafia buildings either. He’d gathered up the courage to go to your apartment, but had immediately sensed the ability at the entrance and deactivated it. That was what confirmed it for him, and finally, he allowed himself to feel fear for his childhood best friend. For you.
He was well aware that he didn’t deserve to, after how terribly he treated you in an attempt to protect himself from his emotions. His only defence was that he was afraid of hurting you- he knew his reputation well. But that didn’t matter right now- he had to find you. Except not a single person had a clue of your whereabouts. The only person he hadn’t questioned yet was Mori.
Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to go beyond the doors of Mori’s office. He was scared. Scared of what he’d find.
Again, that would prove to be one of his biggest mistakes, when Kouyou grimly approached him, having accidentally obtained information about you that she wasn’t even supposed to know in Mori’s office. Kouyou cared for you enough to let Dazai know of your situation.
Dazai felt sick to the core when he saw the single picture attached in the message Kouyou sent him, along with a decision to choose between you and the future-seeing ability user- Odasaku. His heart dropped into his stomach even more when he saw that the last message was a few days ago. What if-?
No. Dazai refused to think of that possibility. He’d track down the source of that picture, he’d hunt them down, make them regret their decision, and he’d get you back. He’d make sure of it. He had too many apologies he owed to you after all, even if they would never make up for all that he’d done. He would.
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You were surprised that their boss hadn’t shown up to interrogate you yet. You simply stared hollowly at the walls as the door slammed open and the highest-ranked individual in the facility walked in, knife in hand.
Not a single piece of information slipped past your mouth, as he went through the routine torture process.
Time passes, and you can see that he’s grown extremely frustrated with your lack of response. One of the others standing at the door, watching your misery, suggested that he simply kill you and get it over with. It was pointless to keep you around anymore.
‘Finally’ you think darkly. You didn’t think you could hold out for much longer.
You close your eyes, not wanting to see your killer. Instead, you remember the people you care for, silently apologising to them for giving up. Somewhere, in the background, you hear the distant noises of shouting. Probably some of the other soldiers playing cards or something again.
Despite you willing yourself to not make a sound, a shattering scream tears itself out of your throat when you feel the knife harshly stabbed straight into your heart. Your killer twisted it roughly- another scream, your last- and then pulled the knife out.
You feel yourself fall forward, double in on yourself, wrists held back to the wall. The agony is excruciating, but hopefully it won’t last long. To you, it feels as if your screams are echoing in the room, or maybe in your mind, and your vision has gone blurry in pain. But then, you realise through your numb haze that your screams do not sound like that- you’ve heard the sound enough.You realize that maybe someone has attacked your captors.
There’s a terrified shout mixed in all the clamor, and its a voice that you would recognise anywhere. ‘But there’s no way’, you think hollowly. No one cared enough to come for you.
Then you feel yourself falling forward suddenly, blood gushing out from your chest, into someone’s familiar arms as your eyes close. The handcuffs are gone. Faintly, you hear a voice- his voice- through the ringing in your ears, saying something unintelligible to you. You can’t understand what's being said, but you struggle to open your eyes one last time to see.
And somehow, Dazai is there, holding you tightly, eyes full of panic and terror, everyone else in the room crushed to the ground. He’s saying something worriedly to someone behind him- Chuuya. You briefly wonder if you’re hallucinating, but decide against it- this all feels too real. This must have been the shouts in the distance.
They came for you. In the end, they came, albeit a bit too late. You feel yourself being lifted, and then Dazai is running out, holding you carefully as if you could break any moment- you’re already broken though. You feel the cool night breeze for the first time in ages, see the beautiful moon again. A small smile rests on your lips as you feel yourself finally fall limp in his arms. ‘He still looks as pretty as before, and maybe, just maybe, he still cares for you’, is what you think.
You shut your eyes again, surrendering yourself to the darkness beyond the agony.
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Horrified is much too mild a word to use, when he sees your condition. When he sees you being stabbed in front of his eyes, when you fall limp in his arms. The next moments are a panicked blur, Chuuya saying something to take you somewhere, that he’ll handle this place. He runs straight out, towards the Mafia building, towards the doctors, towards the hospital, anywhere, anywhere you can be saved.
But its already too late, he knows it when you don’t move in his arms anymore, when your bleeding chest doesn’t rise and fall again, and he doesn’t know what else to do apart from screaming in sorrow and fear, because he’s just lost the one person who understood him like no one else, who cared for him like no one else, who he stupidly pushed away, and its all because of him. He falls to his knees, still clutching your lifeless, bleeding body. Your face had a hint of a smile in your last few moments, and that is what finally breaks him. All he can do is cry out apologies continuously, tears freely streaming down his face, for everything he’s done wrong, for how he’s treated you, for being too late to save you.
finallyyy, and as usual, votes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated also lmk if you guys want a happy ending :D
#extra:- this was all part of mori's plan to make dazai leave pm without actually making him leave bc he feared dazai wanted his position#and he follows this up with oda's death to finally push dazai over the edge as he lost the two ppl he cared abt the most and left#skylia's works#bsd#bungo stray dogs#dazai#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#dazai x reader#dazai osamu x reader#dazai angst#bsd angst#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai bsd#dazai x reader angst#bsd oneshots#dazai oneshots
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thinking about doing a month-long event for the homestuck tumblr community to encourage people to make + post fanworks as well as reblog other people's fanworks.... where people can opt-in by being randomly assigned one of two teams (probably red and blue) so that each team has roughly the same amount of members. teams get points for making fanworks and having their posts reblogged, which encourages people to make posts and also reblog the posts made by their team members. and the top 3 people in each team to get the most points get some kind of reward... hmmmm
#if you have thoughts please let me know!!!#just trying to think of ways to encourage sharing fanworks and getting feedback through friendly competition#sort of like artfight but not the same attacking/revenge format. just the same basic idea in mind of encouraging this kind of creativity#for the reblogging to get points i don't think duplicate reblogs would count. to limit spam#but you can reblog multiple times... it just won't get you more points#i don't want it to be too complicated though#i also don't want it to end up limiting reblogs since the other team wouldn't want to reblog...................#this is like very very loose brainstorming here#i'm leaning toward this concept because it encourages people to engage with posts they might normally skip over#like if you don't really care about PM. but if someone posts their PM fanart you might reblog it anyways because they're on your team!#homestuck
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completely genuinely, i love to log on to tumblr dot com and have my dash be nothing but ten different people liveblogging three different sports across six or so teams, several of which ive never heard of before in my life. sports bar type of atmosphere. never change. im cracking open a cold one with you guys in spirit
#tfw the only game you care about today doesn't start until 9 pm#i mean. i guess i care that the twins beat the pirates. but it's preseason eh
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haven’t stopped thinking about this post by @catboymoments since I saw it last year and it inspired me to draw Cici’s ears wiggling like a cat too ❤️❤️
(still images under the cut)
#gustholomule#the owl house#gus porter#matt tholomule#augustus porter#toh mattholomule#cici tholomule porter#toh fanart#toh fankid#toh oc#gustholomule fankid#cici my fucking beloved…#she’s a toddler in the one with gus and a few months old in the one with matt :)#turns out animation is Not That Hard when it’s only 2 frames who knew (i knew)#i love making self indulgent content. more to come this year but who is surprised#yes its almost 11 pm here no i dont care im posting it NOW#steph draws#x
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thinking about how ultimately it was dazai who was too sentimental to stay in the mafia
#makes me a bit insane tbh#*his blood is mafia black* NO!!!!#hes a softie <3#like yeah he doesn’t care about morals and stuff. but he sure cares about his people#hot take that is why he’s actually not at all qualified to be the pm boss lmao#he’d never put the organization above the people he cares about#beast being the most obvious example#like he had a backup plan for after his death#but that plan sucked and immediately failed because he failed to actually consider anything beyond his immediate lets save my friend plan#in the canon universe as well!!! he was not ready to sacrifice oda#chuuya too!! remember when he would’ve rather had the whole city he destroyed than make chuuya activate corruption?#this got away from me lmao#guess this now also counts as dazai is not returning to the mafia propaganda#he does not belong there!!!!!!#anyways. i love him <3
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People will defend Dazai's relationship with Akutagawa as if they have some deep, galaxy brain understanding of Dazai's character and we're the dumb ones for going, "um, no, fuck that."
Like, I'm sorry, were your eyes closed to Dazai's words in the dungeon scene? Were you sleeping during the Moby Dick phone call? Conveniently deaf during his conversation with Hirotsu? Did you miss the manipulation in the Cannibalism arc, too? Did you think he called Akutagawa to the place where they first met because he was feeling fucking nostalgic???
Notice how I don't even have to reference the abuse in the Mafia to show that Dazai is the greatest fucking dick in this show???
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#bsd akutagawa#akutagawa ryuunosuke#“the mafia is a cruel place what did you expect” love seeing how chuuya was brought in at 15 and nobody fucked him up#love to see how the two that were canonically physically abused during the time dazai was in the mafia were Q and Akutagawa#love to see how nobody in the Black Lizard (Gin too) seemed to have gone through similar shit#hell tachihara picked the pm over hunting dogs and that was somehow the healthy decision for him#dazai defenders pulling out delusions and fanfics but i pull out receipts#“oh dazai was taught to be cruel it's all he knew” so what was Oda to you guys??#nothing??#sitting there looking pretty???#dazai knew very well what kindness was#he had a built in example of a caring guardian figure#and he chose to throw that in Akutagawa's face rather than imitate it#losing oda was karma bitch
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im normally not one to defend this asshole because a lot of the criticism of solas is great and valid but i need ppl to stop acting like solas is bringing down the veil to bring back arlathan because he believes it’s “better”.
solas does not romanticize or idealize arlathan. his goal of bringing down the veil has absolutely nothing to do with arlathan being morally superior to present thedas. most likely, his goal has nothing to do with restoring the empire of arlathan at all, and rather is about reversing the damage the veil did to his People- elves, maybe. spirits, more likely.
he is vocally critical of elvhenan as an empire on several occasions. he literally tells dorian not to romanticize it and compares its corruption and depravity to TEVINTER:
he also literally orchestrated a slave rebellion and threw a coup?????
he exhibits some nostalgia, maybe, for things like architectural marvels and of course the magic, but to act like solas ignores the reality of the political corruption of elvhenan and wears rose colored glasses, dreaming about ripping the veil apart and letting everyone die to create a perfect elven utopia just like the last one? it’s a major disservice to his character.
if i were to speculate, id guess that there’s far more to his motivations than we even know at this point, most likely (definitely) regarding the blight, considering how heavily implied it is that he created the veil to contain it, and that that also majorly plays into his need to bring down the veil regardless of the potential loss of life, but since it’s speculative ill can it for now.
regardless, the whole point is that it wasn’t perfect, elvhenan was deeply flawed, but it’s not about the empire, it’s about his People and his personal responsibility to atone for what he did to them. in trespasser he does not say he will bring back arlathan or elvhenan. he says “i will save the elvhen people”. whether you think he’s right or wrong isn’t really relevant (it’s relevant to your own playthrough and relationship to the narrative, of course, but not to the greater themes of the story), it’s not about right or wrong, or whether or not one society was more just or “better” than the other.
even a low-approval solas who HATES your inquisitor and tells a human inquisitor that they proved him right about their people being small-minded and crude will still approve when you help the refugees in the hinterlands and when you leave flowers at an old womans grave. he will still develop respect for cassandra, a friendship with varric. he still plays 4d mind chess with the iron bull to cheer him up. he will still tell blackwall that he will remember the people of the inquisition for their courage:
solas is not weighing thedas versus elvhenan on the metaphorical scales of justice and finding elvhenan worthier of existence, and destroying the other. he is a man who loved his people and in trying to save them, he made a mistake that doomed them, and feels he has to make it right, no matter the cost.
solas’s is not the story of a god making judgement calls on the worthiness of those beneath him, finding them lacking, and condemning them to death. it is a story of a man who has completely lost himself to the enormity of his guilt. it is a story of well-intentioned mistakes, of impossible choices and who has to shoulder them, of losing your personhood for a cause you believe in, of whether or not the ends justify the means, of accountability versus complacency, of progress versus stagnancy, of the role of violence in radical progress, of absolution of guilt, and of loneliness. right or wrong doesnt matter - he knows it's wrong and suggests the process will turn him into a monster. but its not about right or wrong, its about a man alone on an island, who can’t bring himself to surrender, who can't help but fight, knowing it all might end with him.
#sorry I saw a post on my for you section that made me lose my mind for a sec#i usually don’t care but this interpretation really rubs me the wrong way for some reason#i think it’s less about solas as a character being misinterpreted and more the themes of his personal story being ignored#usually in favor of some simplistic good vs evil no nuance killing people = bad take#yes it’s bad to indiscriminately let people die to take down the veil#i don’t even like anders but it’s so similar to how people engage with his story#I can elaborate on this more another day when I have more energy and it’s not 10 pm#phew I’m done that’s my rant#solas
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bsd but anytime dazai is being particularly annoying/distracting/whatever everyone just says something nice to him and he gets so surprised he just. stops.
dazai: kuni~kida~!!! kuni~kida!!! kuni~kida~!!! kuni~kida!!! kuni~kida~!!! kuni~kida!!!
kunikida, sighing: i didn’t want to resort to this
dazai: huh~? are you gonna hit me~?
kunikida, turning around and facing dazai, looking him in the eye: dazai, although you can be annoying most of the time, you’re a very dear and precious friend of mine and i value your presence in my life
dazai, turning red: O-O
dazai: *just melts onto the ground*
kunikida, adjusting his glasses and going back to work:
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junichiro, to naomi: dazai-san’s been running me around for errands a lot lately its interfering with my work
naomi: oh.
naomi: we have to do that.
junichiro, nodding
dazai: heyyyy tanizaki can you do me a favor ~?
junichiro: of course! but before that i wanted you to know that um i think ur actually really nice and fun to be around even when ur bossing me around and i just really like that we’re friends
dazai, starting to blush:
dazai: O-O
dazai, slowly turning around and walking away:
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and so on
i wanted to add the rest but all the thoughts in my brain went away
and also atsushi would only do it accidentally
dazai, irritating atsushi on purpose: im not being annoying am i atsushi-kun~?
atsushi, huffing and then smiling: a little but its fine. even when ur being weird i like it when ur around so i just have to accept every part of u
dazai:
dazai:
dazai:
atsushi: dazai-san...?
dazai:
dazai:
atsushi: dazai-san are you okay? u look red?
dazai: i have to go.
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all of this is meant to be platonic but yall know i ship kunikida and dazai so-
#its the last option becuz they dont want dazai to associate their care with leaving them alone if that makes sense#Dazai Osamu#pushing my pathetic wet cat dazai agenda#bsd dazai#pm dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#bsd kunikida#kunikida headcanons#kunikida hcs#kunikida fluff#bungou stray dogs kunikida#kunikida and dazai#bsd junichiro#tanizaki junichirou#bsd tanizaki#bsd naomi#atsushi nakajima#bungou stray dogs atsushi#atsushi and dazai#dazai and atsushi#bsd atsushi#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#incorrect bungo stray dogs#bsd incorrect quotes
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do you guys think Verlaine was just one room down from the dungeon where skk had their gay ass reunion?
#I’m violently torn between thinking that Verlaine would never life in a basement that run down and also thinking stormbringer emotionally#ruined him so much that he doesn’t care and just sits in a random dungeon in the pm basement#also I think it would be a poetic parallel to Dazai’s shipping container#anyone who watched the cannibalism stage play: are there any clues to how his basement looks?#I just think it would be funny if he was next door to that shit show going down#bungou stray dogs#soukoku#bsd#osamu dazai#chuuya nakahara#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#bsd Verlaine
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