A Ship Dynamic Between The Type Of Person Who Loves Obsessively, And One Who Longs Only For The Idea

Thinking about how Soukoku’s physical intimacy must have played out over the years.

Soukoku at 15, two teenagers who have hardly felt a gentle touch in their lives. Both unknowing how to initiate things, and at first making up for the touch starvation by picking fights with one another. A punch becomes more reassuring then a gentle hand ever could.

But slowly, the lines stop mattering. Touches linger, distance shortens, and physical closeness becomes more grounding than aggression ever had.

By the time they are 17, they have no concept of a line. They are close freely, albeit in unconventional ways: literally butting heads, practically lounging on top of each other on couches and beds, and helping one another with first aid.

The relationship they have confuses those around them, but for the two of them, labels never mattered. They are simply partners. Two forces that work in tandem.

Following the Dragon’s Head Conflict, they begin to drift. Then when Dazai leaves, it all ends.

There are no more quiet moments of just basking in each other’s presence. No more lingering touches. Not even any more fighting.

I wish I could say that when they work together again at 22 years old, they resume everything like they used to, but I think it takes more time for them to fall back into things again.

By that point their relationship is completely different; they’d have to find new ways to navigate things.

But I think they could get there eventually.

No because as a writer/artist and someone who consumes media with the intention of actually paying attention and looking into the characters themes, etc, things like this are incredibly annoying and only poison the well.

I often wonder if things like this are contributing to the slow dying of media literacy, and the more I hear about it, the more I believe that they do.

Art, in any form, is not supposed to be for mindless consumption. To make a creative work with that intention is to strip it of one of the things that make art so important to humanity.

im a fucking sucker for the “character gets so badly injured that they can’t think clearly and start calling for help in a distressingly vulnerable way.” characters who start using nicknames for their friends they haven’t used since they were kids. characters who start begging for their brother they haven’t seen in years to be there. characters who would usually use their parents’ names or call them mother/father/etc crying out mama when they go down. u understand.

I feel like Chuuya would have a blast Formula 1 racing

thinking about how stormbringer makes a point to emphasise dazai being unpredictable and no one knowing how he works or what hes thinking. even adam, who is a literal robot with predictive analysis shit going on, cant figure out what dazai is doing. but chuuya looks him straight in the eye, says, "I know how you work." and proceeds to nail exactly what dazais thinking with almost no indication of it at all.

chuuya collects ppl in his heart and never lets them go, but he tells them to their faces that they suck

My favorite thing about him is how hard he finds open affection with people. Like he was so stilted with the Flags, he wants to personally waterboard Dazai 90% of the time and looks at Shirase like he wants to hit him with a pan sometimes but he genuinely loves these guys.

Everyone. Do you realize what this boy is begging for? Do you even fathom the weight of what he just asked?

This is the same boy who declared the lengths he'd go to in order to live wholeheartedly.

And now he's begging to die. Just to save his friends. The only people he can call family. Without even an ounce of hesitation.

The devastation in his eyes. The desperation in his voice. I can't take it anymore-

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He struggles with emotional permanence your honor 😔

I SWEAR TO HELL, SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT FYODOR’S DEAL IS RIGHT NOW. I AM ON MY KNEES. WHY IS HE LIKE THIS.