From Asagiri’s “Reception Of Modern Literature” Lecture At Chuo University’s Hakumon Festival.

I looked into it this morning and Midnight Blue truly fits Dazai!

When Dazai was in the port mafia ('a limited spectra') he appeared black morally, and in terms of color, a bringer of death and highly intelligent. But when Odasaku displayed a more realistic gaze on him, due to Odasaku being an as-it-is person, we discover he was just trying to get close the the human nature, and see if it would give him a will to live.

Midnight Blue is composed of black and blue, the black gives it it's dark shade. In the eye of "sunlight" otherwise referenced to as the ADA, we can see the brighter aspects of him.

I think that's what Odasaku saw in him too, his blueness.

Bungou Stray Dogs character colors From the 2nd BSD Guidebook

All of their names are on the left side, with their corresponding color on the right side.

How do people feel about Eleceed OCs? 🧍🏾‍♀️

a friendly reminder that microaggressions against asians can also look like this:

pretending to gag at asian food

pretending to be weirded out by asian customs and cultures

excusing cultural appropriation (often through ignoring the stories of asians who have been mocked for wearing their ethnic dress while praising a white person for doing so)

not trying to learn how to pronounce an asian person's ethnic name correctly, or asking, "can i call you by something else?"

adopting an asian name for the ~aesthetic~

using the words "oriental" and "exotic" to describe asian people, particular asian women

ignoring the experiences and stories of south, southeast, and central asians

making sweeping assumptions about asian countries (including their political, historical and cultural landscape)

treating the entire asian community as a monolith and ignoring the fact that the experiences of asian nationals are remarkably different from the asian diaspora/migrant community

co-opting asian aesthetics into creative media without acknowledging their history

“I think Akutagawa is a character who has changed just as much, or even more than Atsushi. Generally, we try not to alter the characters of a series, because there is the risk of misinterpretation of the character and of losing fans. But Akutagawa's change is truly a glorious growth, a great achievement, and could even be called a proof of the power of human beings.” — K a f k a A s a g i r i

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA [3.1] ⟡ insp.

27.03.25 | Vivian Bonsu, Character Revision — PT I

Hello! Previously I had made a slideshow for Vivian (Previously named Lotte) and it's been two years??? ?? ??

So I decided to update her slideshow/character information because she's changed alot! 🩷

Sources for images below!^^

The picture of the whale on the first slide.

For the wardrobe section:

1. Black skirt and red jacket (Atelier Boz).

2. Black skirt, white blouse and open jacket.

3. Black skirt, white blouse, closed jacket.

4. Mana-Sama's picture.

5. White blouse and long mermaid skirt.

6. The dolls on display.

The flowers are taken from Canva's photo library!

Confessions Of Memories. | • 3.

1. | 2. | 3. | 4. | 5. | 6. | 7. | 8.

Li Jing wished she hadn't taken the route.

She feared for him.

Of course he had lived hundreds of centuries that had built his immunity to wounds, there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

"We'll get to rest soon." She said subconsciously to the two.

Xiao nodded, whilst the Traveller was silent. Who is Mei? They looked to Li Jing, who beamed at them. They looked to the path again.

Li Jing was greeted by a little girl as they finally got to the circular village. The girl tugged on her sleeve.

"Are you staying over again? Everyone missed you. You barely visit after last year's Spring!"

Li Jing chuckled lightly. Her face fell flat, as she beckoned for the two to follow her. The path curved into a lively place, one of yellow hues and humble faces. As they settled in, she couldn't make contact with him.

He remembered; she could feel it in her swollen soul.

"So why did they need you right now? Couldn't they have asked someone else?" He murmured.

Li Jing looked at him for a moment before bursting out with laughter.

"I didn't know you whined." She pinched his cheek, prompting him to scoff.

He buried his head in the nape of her neck, his hands firmly around her waist. She hummed, filling in the last of her scroll. His affection was a plea for her attention. The ink finally finishing. They walked through the back of the village, leaving them to the stars.

His head laid in her lap, she stroked his hair. The moon smiled at the two, willing them to be together.

Except they weren't. The sunset stuck in the sky, unwilling to move for them. She dropped her things in her room, kicking it in so the door could close. The dust stuttered in the air as the door settled in place, leaving the three of them in the open area.

The birds chirped, the crows squawked.

"Make yourselves at home- for now."

"Going somewhere?" Xiao asked gently.

"Mhm. I won't take long."

She didn't have to walk far to find the rounded mound of grass and mold, littered with broken white roses and unfailing snow. Sunrays lulled on the grass, quietly expecting Li Jing.

She kneeled beside the mound, her hands curled up into delicate fists. The snow dampened her dress, as she scraped at the snow to mold a heart. She placed it ontop, and stood.

"I wish I could remember your face."

The path she walked back was one that left her empty, and senseless. She stepped back into the room, unravelling her hair. She placed her hairpins on her table. Li Jing stretched out the scroll, placing a weight on either end.

She loaded the ink.

There was a faint growl, one of pain. She paused, hearing the scraping of wood. Li Jing approached his room, his hoarse breathes filling the room.

A smooth wave of paralysis unclosed around her, hand outreached.

She hummed, like she would always do. She would just have to improvise for the harp that wasn't being played. Her throat grew brittle, as she stood from a distance, waiting for him to show any signs of relaxing.

His shoulders drooped.

A heavy silence filled the room, as they failed to make eye contact.

"I'll leave you alone. Call me if you need anything."

-

He poured hot water on the herbs, carrying it to her study. His hand hovered over the handle. Either way, he would still find her in her study, her hair like a black curtain over the book. He placed it beside her.

"Oh, thank you."

"How is the book coming?"

"Finding the memories that fit with this book isn't as easy as I thought."

"Maybe you need a break then."

She smiled to herself, closing the book as he sat opposite of her. She glanced into the glass, the hued water letting the petals fall to the bottom.

"...Sorry. I'm sorry for saying that. " She murmured.

Xiao crumpled his face, and turned to the side. What was he to say? I don't have feelings anyway. I don't deserve them.

"You don't need to apologise for that."

Her face grew faint, as she took a sip. As her tongue burned, she realized just how much she want to tell him. She wanted to tell him the truth.

-

Borrowing town memories was easy. Yet, as she sat in the place where the author once was, she could not remember. In fact, she was beginning to forget. Her eyes dulled, waiting for midnight to strike.

"It must be difficult being a historian. You constantly ignore your life to record others."

Li Jing looked at the Traveller. She smiled gracefully, fixing her posture.

"You could look at it like that. I like to look at it like an escape."

The Traveller sat beside them, resting their hands in their lap.

"I wanted to ask,"

"Who's Mei?"

"I'm not ready to answer that." She faltered, fiddling with her fingers.

"Is that why did you become a historian?"

"That wasn't because of her. I'm just naturally indebted to Liyue."

"Naturally." They thought to themselves.

"You're lucky to have a fate of your own." She chuckled.

The Traveller quipped a brow, to find Li Jing's gaze averted to the sky.

You're lucky,

To have parents who wanted you.

-

Two hours!!!!!!

Hi hello! This is my first post,, I’m new but I thought it would be cool to try Tumblr out! Um, here is young George Harrison :D I would like to use this account to post about things I like and whatnot, but also post my art from time to time. Hope you enjoy!

Literary Stray Letters

Hello! I always thought the sea was Romantic in Winter and Summer, but I wonder about Autumn?

This is the second short story of Lotte's collection, however I also feel this is my weakest, but I hope you enjoy it.^^