Jason: I Think We Should Get A Divorce

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Hey Tumblr mind giving me some phrases or sentences to inspire a character off of?

I'm having trouble creating a character and would like something I haven't considered to take the essence of

Some Examples are

It's so much easier to swallow poison if you tell yourself it's medicine.

And the only thing more deadly than a wild animal, is a cornered one.

The worst part about betrayal is that it never comes from the enemy

If you're too late to take the stage, you can work behind the scenes

What do you do when faced with the God of the Sea?? You flirt mercilessly

Welp, you asked, so you shall receive: FYODOR TIME.

The entire point of the IRL book Crime and Punishment is the philosophical idea that fictional justification will never be enough to excuse an IRL crime: no matter how many times Raskolnikov told himself that he could get away with murder, the moment he killed his target he was consumed by guilt. Asagiri, a man who is constantly putting his underage girl characters in sexual situations for no reason whatsoever, absolutely does not wish to believe that this is the case.

This is why Fyodor Dostoevsky is a villain in BSD: so that his Google results will be flooded with people defaming him and his ideas and what he ACTUALLY said will get buried. (Asagiri knows that this is possible because it happened with Mori: in real life, Yosano was his closest and only female friend, and BSD fans vandalized their Wikipedia pages to erase this.)

Now, you may be wondering “then what’s up with Fyodor’s plan? Clearly, he knows there’s a God and that God is Asagiri, so why put him in the story at all?” This is wish fulfillment from Asagiri, plain and simple. There’s a reason why all of the named DoA members are famous literary CRITICS and their desire is to remove Abilities: Asagiri wishes to make people believe that anyone who disagrees with his worldview that his actions are harmless is an evil monster who wants to censor or otherwise destroy all literature, when in actuality, we have every right to be disgusted and outraged by his actions. At this point, my dream is for Fyodor to get the Book and create a new story that respects the authors it makes bank off pretending to glorify.

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Right, I forgot, ALSO: when Fyodor frames the Agency as terrorists by putting them into a universe where they’re all evil, this is a reference to how many of the Agency authors practiced Naturalism: the literary movement that Mori hated that claimed to write “life as reality shows it”, but instead many Naturalist authors used this excuse to glorify the sexualization of incest, rape, and abuse (Junichiro Tanizaki is the most famous for giving Naturalism this horrific reputation, as not only did he write about the first and last of these three, he abused his IRL wives and was known to date much younger women. Does the teenager incest in the show make sense now?).

Meanwhile, the Mafia authors practiced Romanticism, the movement that existed prior to Naturalism in Japan and was focused on creating stories that made a reader FEEL something, regardless of how true-to-life it was. A lot of them (Mori and Akutagawa especially) pushed back against this new wave in their own writing. By swapping their roles like this, Fyodor therefore sets to put the world back to how it played out in real life: Naturalism wasn’t seen by Japan as courageous underdogs, but an uncontrollable corruption of their pre-existing literary standards. However, through the metaphor of BSD, this course of action is portrayed as evil and villainous, taking anyone who wishes to convey IRL history as it happened and framing them as an evil monster bent on censoring authors’ right to creative expression.

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Flower crowns are awesomeee

not rlly proud of how it turned out but might as well post it

I enjoy wading through murky waters. Sensing the frantic-nibblings of an unknowable creature against the bares of your feet and legs, far from the casts of your vision, is a sense truly-miasmic in nature. Knowing a mere layer of skin separates the volumes of your insides to that of the wide volumes around you, feeling the buoyancy of your blood bobbing in alarmed instinct to the cold impermeability of the mire.

"I am the last librarian on Earth. The world has forgotten how to read, but I guard the knowledge of humanity in a hidden vault. Today, someone knocked on the door—and they brought a book."