I Know That Baam’s Supposed To Be Like 5'10" 5'11" (according To The Wiki And Assuming My Math Is Right),

Chapter 13 is up as of today! If you choose to read, I hope you enjoy! Excerpt from the new chapter is below:

Neil,” Kein sighed, “how the hell did you not think to mention that you knew their cousin?”

“Oh, excuse the fuck out of me for not realizing that the one Mexican I met in fucking Berlin was related to these two!” Neil yelled.

I know it probably won't be the case, but I would love it if, in Tower of God, Arlene is revealed to be a very caring and doting mom to Baam. Like, she can be bat shit crazy and will destroy you for looking at her wrong, but when it comes to Baam, I would love it if she was a caring parent with a legitimate reason for not being around (improsioned or something like that). One, because he deserves a good parent. And two, it would be an interesting character dynamic given that every other parent in the story is competing for the worst parent of the year award.

So, I've seen some panels from the new BSD chapter (I haven't read it yet so I may be jumping the gun) and there's a minor plot hole that's been bothering me.

Dazai says that he made his plan on the assumption Fyodor's ability was based on touch which is why he concocted the whole helicopter crash to kill him. But, my guy, you got an ability that shuts off other abilities. You are immune to any side-effects and Fyodor can't use his ability (known or unknown/consciouslyor unconsciously) with you touching him. If you wanted to guarantee his death just choke a bitch out. You got a body count that would make most serial killers blush and you already planned to kill him. So why was that not Plan A?

I know this can be hand waved away a few different ways; Dazai figured Fyodor would've planned for that, Dazai isn't used to using his ability in an offensive way like that, Chuuya suggested it so Dazai said that wouldn't work just to spite him. It's not a major issue, but I wanted to see what other people think. Does anyone else think that's a plan that could have worked?

As a writer I know why the author didn't go with it and its fine that they didn't. But I still want to hear everyone's thoughts.

Handcuffs are completely useless when it comes to Soukoku. Dazai appears to be an expert at lockpicking and can escape whenever he feels like it. And if Chuuya can't just break the cuffs, the dude spent almost eight years fighting with his hands in his pockets, so he doesn't really need 'em. So, overall assessment: handcuffs are completely useless on Soukoku.

So, i was doing some research for my fic, Dead Ringer, (don't ask) and ... da fuck you mean the Yakuza got busted for trafficing nuclear material in New York?! Like, I know January was nuts, but I'm surprised that slipped right by unnoticed.

Okay, so rewatching season 5 and maybe I'm a bit behind on the conversation, but who the hell stabbed Atsushi in episode 1? Is it explained in the manga (or even in the manga)? I'm assuming the sword is Amenogozen since it's clearly a katana and not a broad sword like Bram was stuck on. Although it could be something else since it's not glowing purple? But since Amenogozen can cut through space and time, then I assume it can cut into Anne's room. Regardless of how it got in there, who do we think stabbed Atsushi and could this mean someone's going to jump backwards in time? I hate time travel because it tends to break continuity, but I'm not sure how else to explain that scene. Thoughts?

Okay, so in the Traumerei Amizu flashback, it's implied that the only people to enter the room where Traumerei had shut himself in after Amizu announced that she was leaving were other members of the 10 family heads. Somehow, I doubt he was close to anyone else given his reclusive nature. If that is the case, then who the fuck is he?

There's only three family heads we haven't seen in any capacity. Ari Han, Bloodmadder, and Tperie. We can rule out Ari since he probably looks similar to his cousin, Arie Hon (personally, I think SIU should have leaned into the closeness of their names and just made them twins). That leaves Bloodmadder and Tperie. I'm leaning toward Tperie because of all the eyes. What's all your thoughts on it?

Anytime I'm concerned about fucking something up, I remember that this made it into an academic text and I suddenly don't feel so bad anymore.

“I was minding my own business, taking advantage of the hot springs around here, and that little fucker inked me!”

Or one of the many shenanigans that happened while the Thirteen Great Warriors were climbing the Tower.

I like the saying, "Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly." Especially when it comes to creative things. While AI is fine in some regards. I'll admit that I used AI to write cover letters when I was applying for jobs because those are the absolute bane of my existence. And even then, I had to check it over and edit what it wrote. But with things like creative writing and art, there's just naturally a human element to it that a mechine can't replicate. Art comes from who you are and how you see the world. It's an expression of you. AI can't do that. And besides that, what we have isn't really AI. It's machine learning. Pattern recognition. It can note common elements and remix them into something that on the surface looks like art, but there's no deeper meaning. There's no happy little accidents.

I think we get so caught up in this world where there's always some end goal, and everything seems to demand 110% out of you all the time. But that's not what art is. You can half ass art, and it's still art. It doesn't even need to be profound. In fact, art is a lot like being alive. It's never going to be perfect. And that's fine. For me, I don't write to make something perfect or profound. The highest level of praise I can get is seeing someone react to my work. Laughing. Crying. Anything.

We've used art to say "we were here" since humans started humaning. And handing that off to something as cold as a pattern recognition software just feels disingenuous. I'd rather see a handprint smacked against a wall than some cold amalgamation spit out by something that will never understand what it made. Half ass your art. Be bad at it. It's not about being the best anyway. It's about saying you were here. You were alive. That you had thoughts and feelings. And that's worth something. Even if it is done poorly.