Yo check out this Ritsu doll thingy I made. It was originally a pin I got at the thrift store but I changed it. His hair is made out of craft foam and I made the little Shou jacket from scratch.
He just chillin
To, check out this comic I made for science. My handwriting is a little messy but just ignore that.
Day 2 of Ranpoe week- sweets
Ryunosuke Akutagawa as early on as chapter four is introduced to us as a brutal dog of the mafia with seemingly no regard for life. His first action is to slaughter an entire police station and then blow up the witnesses without any remorse. He’s the oe responsible for instructing Kyouka to kill 35 people, and tries to prevent her from escaping a life of killing.
However, as the manga unfolds there is far more to Akutagawa’s character than what meets the eye, and rather than someone who has no value for life and therefore can kill without feeling anything, his views on life and death are far more complex. As contradictory as it is, by stepping over corpses and sinking himself into the blood soaked world of the mafia, Ryunosuke is actually seeking a meaning to life. Rather than seeing life as worth nothing, all of his actions are his own struggle to make life worth something.
Despite being a cold blooded killer, Akutagawa’s character thematically revolves around life, and saving lives just as Atsushi’s does, as shown in the connection to the real life author’s short stories(Rashomon, The Spider’s Thread) as explained under the cut. This meta will explain that Akutagawa’s path to eventual redemption lies on something as thin and as weak as a Spider’s Thread.
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Mob is so right. Sometimes you just need a refreshing glass of milk. Sometimes I’m just an eepy fella that needs a warm glass of milk to wash away my worries. I am a proud milk enjoyer 🥛
I’m playing take apart and put back together.
hey buddy what the fuck is this
Oh um that’s just my friend. She’s just been chilling there for a year. She’s fine just a little crucified is all.
In honor of the 4th of July enjoy fem Mark Twain
What if the fog leaked into the basement?