#thank you for reading angel

[lilybug-02]

Patience and responsibility....that's a promise....right?

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--Full Series--

An exorcism? In my family-friendly Deltarune? It's more likely than you may think. The backgrounds here were very interesting! Much more complex than how I usually do them (especially that computer).

Player POV:

Feral energy.

[homoquartz]

edwin was simon's manic pixie dream boy if u really think about it

[illogicalvulcans]

[Fic Book Covers 11+12/?] Integrative Approaches by Nnm / @mouseonamoose

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma

As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following: --His clothing was expensive and stylish; --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne; --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;” --He looked angry; --He was wearing sunglasses. What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

Angel-Centered Therapy Through A Multicultural Lens

“I’d love to meet with you,” Davey said, apologetically, when he had been called up by a fellow looking to initiate therapy, “but I’m all booked up for months.” “Are you sure?” The fellow said, through a poor connection that crackled. Davey had been sure. And yet. Right there in his calendar was a blank spot, just a few days away, which he had somehow completely overlooked before. “How about that…I’ve got Wednesday at eleven, if you can make that work.” “What a miracle,” the fellow said, “that would be just the perfect time.”

[the-one-that-weeps]

Every time someone in this godforsaken fandom says "I think we've talked about misogyny enough" I want to hit them with a hammer. No we haven't.

We haven't even talked about the deep "Ruikasa&Akitoya Vs. literally everyone else" imbalance enough but imagine all of the people that get pressured into writing specifically for male/male ships simply because otherwise they won't get any appreciation.

Yes it's a cowardly thing but when you see Ruikasa having over 4000 fics and Ichisaki having like 5 in total obviously you're going to be discouraged. Obviously you'll be biased into creating Ruikasa instead of other ships.

And as someone who depends on appreciation in particular to do any work at all obviously that's going to have a lasting consequence. Some people spend 4 hours crying in front of a screen just for 3 people to like their work and leave, it's understandable if they lose passion for creating at all, you guys killed them.

It's even in how we handle m/m ships. You go into a fic that's tagged Rui&Tsukasa(platonic), someone in the comments always goes "okay but when do they kiss". You go to an action-packed longfic, someone always ends up going "okay but when do they kiss".

Fuck you guys. Actually. This is a silly piano tiles game about Hatsune Miku, we should be one of the MOST CREATIVE fandoms in history and somehow people still get mad over two boys not kissing immediately after getting introduced. It's so fucking difficult being a content creator in this fandom because you always end up having to take the same route. They meet they tease they kiss. End of story. "Oh you're doing something "lame" instead? -1 kudo. Bring me my yaoi next🖕"

[ankoluvly]

^prompt and vid(leads to twitter p()rn!)

cw; s3x toys, smut with very little plot

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You sighed as the last class of the day came to an end. bloody Divination, you don’t know why you even bothered to take it, Miss Trelawney just seems like a crazed lunatic. how did she manage to get into Hogwarts? no one knows, it’s truly a mystery.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . After finishing packing your books into your bag. you stood up, pushing through the mix of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students, muttering an apology as you accidentally dumped Lavender Browns books to the ground. you rushed down to the dungeons, among a few other Slytherins who were making their way down from their classes.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . you walked into your shared dorm with a couple other sixth year Slytherin girls. you were currently the only one there as everyone else has decided to go to Hogsmaede for a close-to-exams trip. you should’ve just ditched Divinations in all honesty. you started undressing, taking off your robes and tie. you admired your nearly naked body in the mirror, you white undershirt was a bit to small. but you liked it, added a bit of whore-ish vibe to your outfit, even if nobody could see it with your robes on.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . you started peeling your knee-length socks off, before jumping at a sudden voice,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Hey love.” is what you made out, you turned around to face none other than your boyfriend. “Draco? what the fucking hell are you doing here?” you exclaim, startled and slightly ticked off. before going silent in shock and embarrassment as Draco pulled out your dildo from under your pillow. “Seriously? your pillow isn’t a good place to put this…muggle toy.” Draco said, himself cringing slightly at his new found knowledge of you using such an erotic muggle toy. Though he couldn’t deny he was amused by it.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Am i not enough?” Draco suggests with a stupid smirk. his eyes moving back to look at you. “Why are you going through my stuff?!” You asked, face flush with embarrassment. of course the one time you figure you’d just put it under your pillow, someone finds it.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “It’s not my fault, i tried laying down while i waited for you. then felt some type of rubber under your pillow.” Draco starts with a smirk, “Your pillow? truly not the best hiding place you’ve come up with dear.” He adds with a chuckle. You roll your eyes frustratedly. “oh my god whatever Draco, just give it.” You say, going to move over before he stops you, standing up and making his way over to you. “nuh uh, I’ve heard a lot about this..muggle toy” he says, examining the dildo as if it’s some weird, newly discovered rock.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Lemme try it on you,” Draco says bluntly with a smirk as he turned back to face you, snaking his arm around your waist. you blushed slightly as you looked up at your taller boyfriend, god he was hot. “Seriously..?” you asked, slightly taken aback, though you couldn’t deny the thought made your core ache with want. “Mhm,” Draco said with a smirk before leaning down to plant a kiss to your lips, starting off soft and quickly getting more and more heated as your tongues fought for domination, his hand moving up and down the curve of your waist and groping your breasts.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He pushed you against the door gently, pulling away from the kiss as he says, “Turn around love,” With a small, excited smirk. his hand sliding down from your waist to hug the soft curve of your ass, other hand resting on the door as he looked down at you. You immediately did as he said, turning around and placing yourself gently against the door to your dorm. wiggling your ass teasingly.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco chuckled slightly from behind you as you pushed your skirt up, showing him your cute teeny emerald dark red panties. he gently rubbed your ass before giving you a sudden slap, a mouse-like squeak escaping your mouth as he did so. he rubbed the slowly firming red mark on your ass from the sudden impact, soothing the sting slightly. slowly, Draco started sliding your panties down your legs, bending down to get a look at your pretty cunt. “You’re beautiful,” you could hear Draco mutter from below you as he placed soft kisses along your thighs up to your ass before moving away. how could someone be either so loving at one moment then so degrading the other?

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You let out a small gasp as you felt the cold rubber of your dildo rub against your wet pussy, quickly becoming coated with your own slick from how turned on you were. you could just imagine the smirk on Dracos face.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You let out a soft moan as the tip of the dildo starts to finally push past your walls, just for the pleasure to be immediately taken away from you, causing you to whine slightly at the lost pleasure.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Do you want it?” Draco asked smugly as he heard your pathetic whine. you could hear the smirk on his face, asshole. you nodded slightly, biting your lip in slight embarrassment. “Nuh uh, i need words darling.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You know i do, stop teasing me.” You whined frustratedly, pouting your lips out as you turned to look down at Draco as much as you could with this position.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Well someone’s moody today.” Draco chuckled. but obeyed, sometimes he’ll let you get away with your attitude if he’s in a good mood, which he seemed to be in today. slowly shoving the toy into your tight walls. you shuddered and moaned as you felt the familiar intrusion, resting your head against the door as support.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . The dildo didn’t feel better then Draco, though it was girthier then Draco, But Draco was longer and had such a delicious curve that treated your sweet spot the way you deserved <3

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco started off slow, and to tease you just a tad bit more: “Tell me love, does this cheap thing feel better than my cock?” He asked, going in a mixed pace of slow and even slower, relishing in the way your body shuddered and your pussy clenched in want for more.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Fuck- no,” you say breathily, causing a smug smile to form on Dracos face. You moaned as the toy rubbed against your sweet spot when you opened your mouth to speak, “B-but it gets the job done.” Biting your lip, you let out a louder groan as Draco made the toy to do little ‘o’s inside your pretty cunt, rubbing against your sweet spot repeatedly.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco chuckled but accepted your answer. he pulled your skirt up as he started going faster, smirking as your moans picked up quickly with the sudden increase in speed.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You felt yourself getting close as your legs shook slightly and your moans picked up, arching your back more against the door.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You close?” Draco asked with a grin as he continued with the same pace. You couldn’t respond, letting out a moan instead as you nodded your head. Draco wasn’t happy with this though, as he placed a light slap on your ass, only hard enough to leave a slight sting, “Words sweetheart.” He demanded.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Fuck- yes! don’t fucking stop-” You let out breathlessly, pussy clenching around the toy in you as Draco let out an amused chuckle. god he sounded so hot,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You finally came undone as you moaned loudly, your moan muffled against the door. you were only being kept up by Draco’s firm grip on your shaking legs.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco fucked you through your high until you calmed down, pulling the toy out of you, he threw it back on your bed and stood up, planting a firm hand on your hip as his free hand moved to rub light circles on your clit.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You whined at the slight feelings of overstimulation, attempting to close your legs but Draco just forced them open again with ease,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Nuh uh darling, now i need to prove to you much better i am then that stupid toy,”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Written by Ankoluvly, 2024 on tumblr!

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . This is super old, started writing this a couple days after i posted the slytherin boys p links. then i kinda forgot about it until now. The ending very rushed lmao

[oobbbear]

Like a hug

[teddybeartoji]

i'm kind of obsessed with the idea of gojo never driving. like ever. he knows how to drive, he just doesn't like it. he LOVES being the passenger princess and he LOVES taking the public transport.

suguru and shoko both drive (they both also have very sexy cars. like some older cars yk... hear me out shoko with some kind of a convertible?? smoking as her hair flows in the air?? very hot i would say...). sugu and shoko keep complaining about the music he plays but they let him be the dj every single time anyway. satoru doesn't mind sitting in the back either btw. by passenger princess i guess i just meant that he loves to be in the car with his friends lmao. whenever he sits in the back – he's having a party on his own. he has snacks (which he always shares. sugu and shoko just need to open their mouths and satoru is feeding them immediately. they don't even have to ask for it. he sometimes whines about them eating a lot but he still feeds them without a second thought) and he's just loving life back there. he's staring out of the window, slipping from one side of the car to the other and pointing out just about everything he sees. kind of like a child but yk, it's sweet. sometimes he falls asleep in the weirdest fucking positions possible and then wakes up with a terrible neck pain and pouts when his friends laugh at him.

when he's sitting in the front... he's doing all of the same fucking things who am i kidding. he's eating, he's singing, he's pressing his face right against the window and earning a flick to his head for it. also he's fucking AWFUL with maps. idk that just feels right. never ask him any kind of directions bc you'll just get even more lost than you were before; so the only thing satoru is forbidden to in the car is being the gps. actually i kind of have a feeling that shoko isn't that great at it either lmao.... imagine suguru is just sighing loudly before yanking the map from their hands (fuck technology ig) and figuring out where they are on his own while the two of them just laugh their hearts out wahh i love them so fucking much

he looooves the public transport okay. he loves the little rush he gets when he's almost late to the bus; heaving and panting as he barely makes it with a stupid smile on his face. he also loves to blame the subway for being late, it's literally his favourite excuse and whenever somebody tells him to either get a car or idk take the earlier one – he just says that it's boring. because it is!!!! to him it is. he likes to try and enjoy the small things in life and the public transport is sometimes one of those things. he observes everything, he sees everything and he loves telling people about his adventures. the old lady with the rat, the guy with the hair, the man who was naked? yeah, it's all so exciting to him. honestly, i can't really think of anything about the public transport that make him upset in any way. maybe this is a reach but he's just curious little guy okay... he likes to experience new things and whatever might happen on a bus or a tram or a subway is just one of those new things okay.... let him do his thing..... OKAYY anyway i love this man so so so much<333 thank you for listening to my ramble i love you all mwah mwah

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I found the issue! Spent my morning looking for it because you had me craving the context too. The page/panel is from X-Men Blue Issue #10 from 2017!!

Also, just a side thing, but I love how you draw Erik. I crave more Erik context. Anyway. Enjoy!

THE HEEL CLICK I JUST DID YOU'RE A LIFE SAVER thank you for sacrificing your morning hours to find this it's been itching me for MONTHS

[cherubchoirs]

some cleaned up fallen gabe doodles....trading in wings for claws is. an adjustment

[darqx]

Got an evil eye

In which there’s a small Demon!Rire Angel!Rire comparison.

❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ

😇 The lore of Angel!Rire is essentially:

Possibly rogue angel that kills people under word of God.

Word of God being debatable because his criteria for killing people changes a lot - (eg: might kill a bad person cos they’re “bad”, similarly will kill a good person to get them to heaven faster, similarly will just “mercy” kill whoever because humans are a plague to themselves and others etc) - EITHER WAY no one seems to be stopping him.

Also debatable is whether he believes in his justifications for his actions or if he’s just doing it for fun and purposely smoke-screening that fact.

I have described their main similarity before as deception since they both seem viable (as a normal human / normal angel) at first. Their main personality difference is that their modus operandi is flipped - Demon!Rire will often see how long he can con someone, but will eventually reveal his true nature and will match what he says with it. Angel!Rire is more blunt and will reveal his true nature almost immediately, but will continue saying things in complete antithesis to that reveal thus masking the reality of his intentions.

I do know what OCTs are! But I probably would never join one due to lack of time. They seem to be very large commitments and i’d be better off trying to find that time to do BP :V

There is no set location for BTD (considering that me, Gato and EP all come from diff countries LOL)...other than maybe “Earth” and “some city/town place that predominately speaks English”.

This is, actually, one of the more popular questions I get asked over time about Rire XD; Which makes me think I need to update my FAQ to include it. Anyway in my FAQ i put it like this:

CAN RIRE FEEL LOVE? I don’t know if you could classify what he feels as “love” in the same definition we are used to…

And from other answers to similar qs:

IF he becomes fond of someone for whatever reason, he will probably become more possessive. His methodology might not change so much, but there would be more aftercare (cos if you want someone to last longer...)

I never go any more in depth when answering these kinda qs even though i’m sure people would like me to XD

At first I was going to say “I don’t know Depeche Mode”, but when i looked them up on Youtube i saw “Just can’t get enough” and was like OH I KNOW THESE SONGS.

As for Rire it’s not super in line with his usual, but I don’t think he’d mind the music!

He’s gotten used to moving between different climates quickly so it doesn’t really affect him as much.

You would not be the first so go for it if you want lol.

[alilaro]

those damned anime weebs were right, Neon Genesis Evangelion really does go fucking hard

[caycanteven]

Hey hey, it’s. cay~! Wanted to give a quick update, especially for those waiting to hear from me with commission updates! Feel free to check it out under the cut below. Following this is a TLDR!

TLDR: I have suffered an art block and I needed to step away to handle my lifestyle and IRL priorities like a good lil’ adult! In doing so, commissions, content, and activity have been slow. Please know I have taken the time to take care of myself, and that has always been a priority! I’ve also have been reading again, and it has been an amazing escape and stress reliever with art being unavailable to me. I’m taking the steps to return at my own pace, and I’m very appreciative of you guys and my supporters who have been patient for me as well!!

Firstly, for my ever so patient clients…

I have not forgotten about you guys! For those who haven’t heard back from me in a hot second, please forgive my disappearance! I had to take an unexpected pause and am deeply sorry for the inconvenience! I should have been quick to be forward on such a delay but it was a difficult time and things got away from me—even Art. I found myself in a creative block and all I have been doing is work IRL.

I couldn’t find it in myself to produce a piece for even myself without the care it deserves, and you guys know how much I care to provide the best—and am super critical of it even then.

Due to the delay, I’ll offer optional benefits and/or discounts as an apology, to give back for the inconvenience my absence has caused! I’ve gotten back into the flow a bit more and feel like I can draw circle, so I’ll be reaching out tomorrow afternoon to follow up with you guys and start/finish the remainder of the queue!

For my blog dwellers…

I’m still very excited to continue sharing my work and my husbones here, no doubt! Even more so, I keep seeing all the beautiful art and the FAE universe has me by the metaphorical balls. God I love it, it’s amazing. Even more so because I have a piece I plan to show in due time based on it!!

I’ve also been looking forward to showing off a new skeleboy coming from the Dustfell Universe. I won’t show his design but I will say his name is Spruce. Feel free to give your thoughts on him or what you think he may be like, because I wanna see how close someone gets hehehe.

Either way I definitely plan to start posting again as soon as I am in the swing of it again, and just need to have that time to relax and recover from the art block. Reading has been amazing as a form of therapy to my brain and has been an escape from the crazy life I had to endure lately, as why I haven’t been around much either. Though I have done good for myself, I miss you guys greatly, and can’t wait to share what I’ve been trying to work on for so long teehee.

[erwinsvow]

if i was shy reader, i would be so jealous even if there was nothing between rafe and kook trio reader😰

omg i knoowww it was a little meta but it's crazy the dynamic would have me in shambles. i tried to write a tiny drabble but i only got one paragraph i really liked so i deleted it, but i can imagine shy reader getting really upset and jelly since obvs rafe's bestie is a pretty, confident girl and poor girl really struggles with that. not to mention topper and kelce are always talking about how kook trio reader used to sleep in his bed and hang out with him alone !! shy reader would be a mess. rafe would have to reassure her so much n fuck her until she stops overthinking

however i cant handle any angst so in this universe kook trio reader ends up with jj (classic !!) and rafe meets shy reader and theyre both perfectly happy <3

[rodolfoparras]

what about some fluff with old man price?? Maybe he teaches reader how to dance

-😼

It starts like this;

The two of you are doing dishes after having dinner when all of a sudden Price strays away from the dish rack to instead dance with the glass in his hand.

“What are you doing you say?” You say, sounding amused as you watch the way Price hums to the song playing from the radio, while swaying around with the glass still in his hand.

“Dance with me?” Price says with a soft smile on his face, puts down the glass and walks over to you instead.

“What ?” You say, only for him to repeat his request “wait my hands are wet “ you say when you feel him gently tug on your sweater.

“Don’t care come here love” he says while reaching out for you.

“Okay okay” you say with a small smile on your face, quickly wiping your hands down before walking over to him. “How do we do this?” You sound a little bashful, as heat creeps up your cheeks.

A surprised look flashes across the older man’s face.“They never teach you how to dance in school?” Price knew he was much older than you but he was sure that they were still teaching dance in schools.

“I may have been doing something else during those classes” you say, feeling the heat spread over to your neck and ears.

He burst out laughing as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Don’t laugh” you whine into his shoulder.

“I apologize, it just- sounds very much like you,”he says while trying to contain his laughter.

“Oh really now and what am I like?” You say pushing away from him slightly to get a good look at his amused face.

“Always off doing your own thing huh? What were you doing back then? bothering the girls?”

“Not really more like ogling the pe teacher you know he was rather handsome I should give him a call, see if he’s still single- “you say with a smirk on your face while looking down at the older man.

He huffs at that and pulls you even closer to him which only has you laughing.

“Kidding kidding” you say while chuckling, in an attempt to soothe the older man’s jealousy

“You better” he grunts out before he quickly goes over to where the radio is and turns up the sound “now let me show you some basics steps”

“Oh you're being serious about this” you say when you see him extend his arms towards you.

“What, you don’t think you can handle it boy? He says with a playful tone.

“Oh I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it but I’m not sure if you’re able to handle a rowdy student like me, old man. Dancing isn’t the same as shooting,you know? It’ll take lots of patience and time” you say with a smirk on your face as you tug him closer by his waist.

“Don’t you worry about it" he says with a playful glare as he leans closer to your ear “this old man will whip you into shape real good, teach you everything I know, that sounds good to you?”

Your eyes flutter shut, lips sinking into your bottom lip and you feel the lower half of your body practically enjoying this idea

“Get your mind out the gutter boy” Price says, sinking his teeth into your neck and chuckling when he hears the breathy moan escape your lips.

“Okay okay show me how it's done” you say, voice sounding a bit hoarse, trying to focus on the task at hand before you end up sporting a hard on.

“Alright it’s pretty easy, it’s left foot forward, right foot…” he stops his explanation when he sees the confused look that seems to remain on your face and he can’t help himself from falling into fits of laughter.

”Just follow my lead boy” he says after finally managing to compose himself, echoing the same words he had told you when you first joined his squad. “Left foot forward….”

“Your left or my left..”

Somehow you manage to follow his lead and for a second things seem to be going smoothly but all it takes is a wrong turn before you’re accidentally stepping on his toe.

Price cries out, hands dropping from your waist and reaching out for his leg, moving so fast he almost falls over in the process.

“Sorry!” You cry out, eyes wide, mouth agape, hands reaching out to catch him before he falls over.

“It’s okay it’s okay” he grunts out, hands clutching onto his foot, as you help steady him.

“I’m really sorry, I told you I’m hopeless” you say, watching him let go off his foot to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Don’t say that, you’ll get it eventually” he says, voice still strained from pain but still sounding so sure of himself, like his boy could never disappoint him no matter what happens.

“And if I don’t?” You say, trying to ignore the swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life teaching you�� The words have you almost falling over but you manage to stay upright, as a swarm of butterflies invade your stomach.

He starts humming to the tune of the song that plays from the radio as you lightly sway back and forth, feeling the warmth of his palm on your back and the weight of his head on your shoulder.

You’re just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you.

He sings in your ear, voice low just enough for you to hear , as if the words are only meant for you and no one else in this world, while the two of you continue to sway to the beat.

You’d be like heaven to touch,

I wanna hold you so much.

He continues to sing as his hand cups your cheek, calloused thumb stroking soft skin and he looks at you lovingly and you just can't stop yourself from curling a hand around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

At last long love has arrived.

And I thank God I’m alive

You’re just too good to be true.

Cant take my eyes off of you.

[fulltimesapphic]

Pst

Hey you

Yeah you

You know that kid who sits in the back of class? The one who doesn’t have many friends, the one who is quiet and always on their phone?

Or the coworker who never looks like they’re doing work? The one who politely declined your invitations to bars after work so many times that you stopped asking?

They are reading. They are reading fanfiction and they are dreaming.

That kid in your class could be the nicest, sweetest, politest person ever but they are reading a story.

The words take them away. Far far away. To distant galaxies, to old bookshops, to shiny long black cars, to an underground bunker, to the burning remains of a church, to a bar in a hotel, to the past, to the future, to a random high school, to a tiny little coffee shop.

Those words are making your coworker feel something. They are making them feel happy. Feel sad. Feel both and neither. The words are telling them what it feels like to hurt so much and still be able to smile.

Those stories are full of life. Life that, yes is very painful, but still life. Lives that we have no right to mess with but spawn from a place of love. Lives that we value too much to let them go. Lives that we change at a whim to give them a better ending.

These stories are full of love.

Let that classmate read. Let that coworker go home after work. And don’t ask what they are reading. Under any circumstances. Trust me.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Thoughts on akutagawa being drawn with no highlights in his eyes, hair, coat, or on rashomon,,,like everything is drawn pure black? I like when he's drawn a little bit like not-human--contrasts real well with Atsushi's dilemma of being a tiger, personally thinking. Also like when he's drawn like a void. Little bit like the cryptid creachur he is. I think you wrote something about it in the tags on panels in his introduction in the Manga. I like to think other characters also see him the way we see him so his void ass scares the fuck out of others too. Man's skeevin and tweakin even in his design

I'm OBSESSED with Akutagawa's design. Look at him. This is what he looks like on a white background:

And this is what he looks like on a black background:

It's BRILLIANT. He literally disappears in the black. He's the ultimate monster. In his appearance, he embodies what above all is most scary for the human psyche: the darkness, the unknown. The way Harukawa took advantage of the the art rule of never using pure black by breaking it in the most clever way! No light gets reflected on him, because his form absorbs everything– is absolute darkness. Visually, his figure itself is Rashomon eating everything it encounters, and it's genius.

He is so nightmare coded. I love his big, inscrutable eyes that look like two voids, two black holes. I love how oftentimes you can't tell where Rashomon ends and where he starts, I love how sick and unhealthy he looks. I love how he looks scruffy like an abandoned dog. I love how young he looks– way younger than he is. It gives the impression of a ghost, someone who was killed before growing up and is now stuck with his young appearance no matter how many centuries pass.

I adore everything about these chapter 33 pages. The way he initially appears as just a single black shape, hardly resembling a human. His crunched, unnatural stance. The staggering. The way you can feel with your senses the thick and sticky blood. The top picture is the left page of the manga, so just imagine the visual impact of turning the page to be hit with an almost full-black page- it's meant to impress, it's meant to shake. The way he's one with the darkness: no textures on him, only white making out his outlines. The way you can't tell where his coat ends. His left arm hanging numb, limp, lifeless, inhuman. The spurts of blood on his face. His smile, how you won't notice it at first and how that makes it all the more disquieting; its juxtaposition with the violence that surrounds him and that he is the cause of. The way he covers his face, the impressions of hiding and looming. His face being split, which only adds to the horror elements. Akutagawa's character design as a whole is an ode to the gothic and grotesque.

And then this. Hello??????????????? The progression from how Akutagawa used to be to the last time we saw him alive is astonishing. It's upsetting. It really makes me wanna cry from a technical execution standpoint alone (imagine from a plot related standpoint). All the black is now replaced with predominant white, everywhere. His shirt is white and candid and pure, emphasizing contrast with the splash of blood in a way that almost results sickening. The blood on him is his this time. His face looks rounder, and healthier, and he overall looks more mature. His smile is sincere and genuine, it's light, it's affectionate. This scene is the culmination of Akutagawa's character both visually and thematically: the monster, Akutagawa, too, can be good, and arguably had good within him since the very start. Does it really matter if he lives after this? His character already developed to be the best version of himself‚ and this panel here is the proof.

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