Gentle reminder that Dazai, who was also in the Port Mafia, could use driving as a threat due to how poor his driving skills are
Kyouka being able to drive at 14 whilst Atsushi can’t will forever be my favorite thing about bsd
California girls, we're undeniable 🍒🎶✨
trench coat jason !!
Please let me know if this needs TWs :)
Again, this is sloppy. I'll clean it up when I do another analysis, but I think it's alright, but it's not supposed to be academic -- it's just for fun! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
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The beach sat in the sunset, the waves mulling over the sand endlessly. The sea was always restless, it had always returned to find something on the shore. Whether it was the remains of dead sea creatures that no longer lived, or the abandoned toys of a kid that once played there but had now succumbed to being a memory.
Lotte sat on a bench, observing the endless life of the forgotten shore. Her fingers gently held the cigarette. It was unlit, yet she would still hold it. She didn't know how to let go. If it was just there, that was enough. The tears of the sea splattered once more on the sand, curdling as it was dragged back into itself.
"You like the sea." He said, approaching her. His footsteps were muffled by the sand.
She glanced at Dazai, before looking back at the sea. She remained riddled with silence, the cigarette brought to her lips once again; no smoke followed. The sea and the sand, even with all their different hues, seemed tainted blue.
"I need the sea," She said wistfully. "I can't be somewhere without the sea. I'd be miserable."
Dazai sat next to her. "I suppose I can understand that. The sea is serene – consistently doing nothing."
Lotte looked at the waves once more. "No, it's not doing nothing. It's moving forward. It may not look like it to us, but it is."
For a moment, she became a window. She had allowed some form of understanding to be made – a translucency. Her eyes looked close to tears, yet remained firm and unchanging. The wind yawned past the two of them, the shiver of nearby trees soon halted. Everything was unwilling to move. The air was damp, the faint scent of salt haunted its being.
"I want a house by the sea." She said.
She said it like a prayer.
There was a moment's rest of silence. Dazai smiled at her, a pitiful expression painting his face. They sat for a moment, watching the same wave return to nothing.
"A house by the sea? That won't be enough for you." He said, sighing with emphasis. He peeked at her with one eye open. She snickered and nodded.
"You're right, I'm too greedy."
The Maiden of Forgetfulness & The Angel of Remembrance
Yamakawa Tomiko & Yosano Akiko.
More information about them below the cut!
Her nameless poem is dedicated to Yosano Akiko:
Yamakawa Tomiko was a fellow poet, however she was the total opposite of Yosano in the sense that she was obedient and modest. They were best friends (or perhaps even more? According to some sources!) for a long while, producing poetry magazines together, such as myōjo. Tekken — Yosano Akiko's husband — liked her for those reasons. Due to that, Yosano Tekken had destroyed their relationship by making them rivals for his affection. With poetry being published publicly on the matter, there was no privacy for them. Yamakawa, wanting the best for Akiko, decided to enter the arranged marriage her family prepared for her while Akiko married Tekken. She contracted tuberculosis from her husband, which led to an early death.
"I quietly surrender the red flowers to my friends, and weep and weave the forget-me-nots." (Source)
Which was also translated into English as,
I leave all the scarlet flowers
For the woman I love
And hiding my tears from her
I pick
The flowers of forgetfulness.
(Taken from Women Poets of Japan.)
Sidenote but I'm so excited to play Aether Gazer, I'm just so curious as to how it's going to work in open world??
we are the armed detective agency.
Dead Apple for @strwcherri!!
No because it literally wouldn't make sense, am I right?? Right?? 😭
Plus I don't think it narratively makes sense, I think Asagiri is showing the uhh uhh night to dawn affect? Where the darkest moment happens before dawn? What dawn is?? I have no clue 😭 I'm guessing Ranpoe have something going on with Poe's ability, like a book that can mimic a page writing? Or projecting it onto a global level?? To somehow change the narrative??
I DIGRESS. THAT MAN LIVES. He's probably going to tell Atsushi all about his prison time when they get back to the agency DJDJD
*Chp 109 Spoilers*
I don't care what y'all say Dazai is not dead and no I am not considering the fact that denial is the first in the five stages of greif
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