moonlit-rabbit

[moonlit-rabbit]

More WHB mini comics

[moonlit-rabbit]

How I feel coming back to obey me after playing what in hell is bad after some time

[moonlit-rabbit]

WRATH...😼

[moonlit-rabbit]

POSTING THIS MEME HERE to help people notice differences!

[moonlit-rabbit]

I finally find out why is naoya so famous in japan!!! iT'S BECAUSE OF HIS CUTE DIALECT!! LMAO

[moonlit-rabbit]

Twas a joke😔

I hate Dazai sm, I don't get how you Dazai wives/husbands like him sm

Look at this ugly worm

[moonlit-rabbit]

my struggle. why are you so perfect, asshole @ noritoshi

[moonlit-rabbit]

lesbian fengqing is here!

enjoy✨

[moonlit-rabbit]

see, like, sometimes i see bsd fans commenting about how it's weird for asagiri to make the tanizaki siblings incestuous or the whole lolicon gag with mori and elise but the thing is both of those things are based on the real life tanizaki junichiro and mori ougai's works

naomi is, of course, based on the novel naomi, a story about a man who groomed a young girl into a westernized woman and it ends up with her turning the table by dominating his life. which is why the junichiro in the manga is unable to say no to his sister. while the irl work is mostly a commentary about the cultural change in taisho period, the siblings in the manga focuses on the unhealthy relationship of the protagonist jouji and naomi. you might find it disgusting and that's okay. but the character dazai is also created based on the real dazai osamu's uncomfortable depiction of humanity's ugliness. it just doesn't make sense to allow one depiction but not the other.

elise is named after the love interest in the dancing girl, but the power that creates her is named after the real mori ougai's erotic novel that is secretly about his own sexual experiences. you can argue that there is no need for elise to be a child because the character in the dancing girl isn't one, and vita sexualis itself is more about the author-slash-protagonist's struggle with having sexual desires in a society that champions moral purity.

but the thing is elise isn't even a fanservice character. she isn't depicted as someone the audience should find desirable for one. when it comes to lolicon fanservice you can expect either excessive depiction of innocence or at the very least elise getting jealous when mori gives attention to someone else. but even her mocking is just that, mocking. we were never shown her returning mori's affection even in a tsundere way.

the biggest hint is actually the fact that in beast au, a timeline where mori gives up his position as the mafia boss, elise is an adult. it shows that the child form of elise is symbolic of mori's desire to control those with the power he wants to obtain i.e. dazai and yosano. it's so much easier to gain power over other when they're a child and you're the authority figure, after all. so when he no longer chases after that ambition, elise becomes an adult.

tldr; asagiri didn't necessarily make tanizaki siblings and elise for the sake of fanservice but it's definitely because he actually pays attention to the literature that inspires him

[moonlit-rabbit]

PATROCLUS AND ACHILLES TOGETHER AAAAAAAAAAAAA

also patroclus side profile :000000

achilles losing it in the codex help

[moonlit-rabbit]

July 13th, 1917

Be it from a sense of paternal concern or simply patriotic duty, Arthur made sure to leave his soldiers in the charge of an older Corporal and made his way to the quite pathetic excuse of a medical section where his son was left to rot.

Arthur had heard about the attack. He had been informed the day prior.

He had seen war and famine and sickness, but never like this. Arthur wasn't young, in any sense, and what wonders and strong political oppinions young men had, had left him a long time ago like a ship leaving the harbour in a hury to claim new land. This though, had left shock echoing within his tired, millenia old frame. He wasn't used to this.

Arthur made his way through the trenches with soldiers from every corner of the globe instantly stopping whatever they were doing prior and saluting him as if etiquette and rank mattered in hell. As if it was more importaint to greet the Higher ups than to survive long enough to even write a letter back to family. Arthur did understand that though. Routine and rules were the only thing keeping these poor and wretched souls from being consumed by thoughts of an imminent death.

The path to the section where Matthew was held was quite straightforward and quite familiar. He had marched to and from it hundreds of times and had a sort of automatic rithm in his step. Arthur made his way to the small and damp room with a fast pace indicative of familiarity, only to stop in his tracks in the shabbily built doorframe at the sight that awaited him in the corner.

Matthew sat in the corner of the sad makeshift medical section of the trenches, his back firm against the cold, damp wall.

His once-piercing blue-grey eyes were now clouded over with milky white cataracts, rendering him completely blind. The newly used gas had stolen his sight. His skin, once tanned and healthy, now bore the sickly pallor of a much older man who had endured unimaginable suffering.

Matthew's uniform, discarded in favour of his worn down undershirt, was now a tattered and stained relic of his time in the trenches. The not-white-anymore shirt clung to his emaciated frame as if decency still mattered in hell. The physical toll of the war was clear on his body. Not that Matthew would have to worry about seeing that any time soon. His hands, which had once held a rifle with resolve, now trembled even while resting on his thighs.

Despite his physical and emotional anguish, Matthew remained seated upright, his back pressed against the unforgiving, stained wall. A testament to his resilience if there was any left, a silent protest against the horrors that had taken his sight and left him broken in body and spirit.

As he sat there, his spirit reduced to a hollow shell, Matthew's face bore a mixed expression of utter defeat and complete indifference. His lips were drawn into a thin, lifeless line, and his cheeks were gaunt from the weight of his suffering. His blank, unseeing eyes stared into the abyss, as if waiting for answers and also hoping they'd never arrive.

In that moment, Matthew was not a representation of Canada; he was a young man who had been scarred and broken by the senseless brutality of war. The trenches around him buzzed with activity, but he remained isolated in his silent world of darkness and despair. The young medics job was done. He had patched Matthew up and left him to his own misery. Matthew was grateful.

Arthur stood there silently under the doorframe for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few seconds. A strange and unfamiliar twinge of emotion plucked and pulled on his conscience. He hadn't felt guilt in quite some time. This feeling was reserved for drunken nights spent in solitude with the doors to the room he resided in firmly locked so that his sliver of self-deprecating emotion wasn't witnessed by any but himself, while he drunk himself to unconsciousness.

He preferred the emotional solitude to this.

Arthur had believed himself to be capable of most things. Especially conversation and confrontation. He was quite good at those as centuries of existence had proved. He believed himself quite skilful with words. Most of the time he knew what to say and when to say it without it resulting in unwanted and unforeseen consequences, while still making sure his opinion was heard.

Arthur had no words forming as he stood in that doorframe. If Arthur was a good man, his reasoning would be that he felt such strong empathy and sadness that words wouldn't be enough to express the sorrow he felt at that moment. If Arthur was a good man he'd run to his son, assure him that this wouldn't happen ever again and that he was safe. If Arthur was a good man he would fall on his knees in front of his oldest son and beg for forgiveness.

Arthur wasn't a good man.

He could admit to his shortcomings, but to act on them was not in his nature.

So he stood there for another 5 or 6 minutes watching his son shallowly breathe in and out, hearing the boys lungs struggle to keep up with his muscles contraction and need for air.

He must have made a noise, as Matthew's head tilted slightly to the left, almost looking at Arthur but definitely not seeing him. Arthur looked back at him.

The room was quiet, save for the desperate plea of Matthews lungs to be put out of their misery.

Sensing nothing after a few moments, Matthew turned his head back towards the blank wall ahead.

Arthur silently turned his frame around and slowly started walking the path he had taken to get here. As he took a few steps, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding.

How he longed for that whiskey bottle and that dark room where he could lock himself in and slowly drift out of consciousness instead of facing his own mistakes.

Arthur definitely was not a good man.

[moonlit-rabbit]

Your opinion on Prussia x England..?

I don’t really know tbh. I feel like they are not very compatible for a long-term relationship - their egos are a problem in any relationship constellation with others, but they lack the skill to maneuver emotional situations, so they ultimately clash more than they complement each other. Their relationship wouldn’t survive a slightly bigger conflict I feel like :’D Plus in modern times Gilbert is probably off the dating market anyway.But I think there’s some potential, they’d have great late 18th, early 19th century aesthetic– Actually I had an image for them stuck in my head for ages because I think Gilbert has a bit of a thing for poetry but never tells anyone (but Arthur is a slut for poetry too)

Quote from Keats, suggested by a dear friend!

[moonlit-rabbit]

Dear Hnk writers (or writers in general)

I want sm I want sm you can make. I need it, I crave it.

I beg you please, please! Never craved fanfic or even small scenario, one shot or sm like that in my life.

I'm desperate. Please I need more of it. I'm begging.

If you're willing to write something, anything like that please tag me or message me (even tho I'll be searching for it and I'll probably find your post that you'll write if you will, just please use tags if you able)

#hnk x reader #hnk #hnk fanfic #hnk oc #hnk manga #hnk phos #hnk aechmea #the land of lustrous #houseki no kuni #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine #oneshot #writers on tumblr #anime fanfic #anime #manga #please write this

[moonlit-rabbit]

fellas is it gay to visit the graves of achilles and patroclus with your personal bodyguard/bff who you named second in command to your empire and compare yourself to achilles and him to patroclus and also lose your mind when he dies and die yourself not eight months later

[moonlit-rabbit]

So sorry for your shit taste!

Is this because I called Dazai an ugly worm? 😭😭😭 Or is this because I like Mori more than Dazai?

Anyway, thks for this sentence, made me laugh (not joking)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #mori ougai #bsd dazai osamu #mori bsd #dazai osamu

[moonlit-rabbit]

Man, I need a fanfic where Snape gives up on the wizarding world and becomes Sherlock Holmes

Can y'all recommend me Snape fics like in glory and in ruin?

#harry potter #severus snape #severus #snape #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #snape fanfic #snape fandom #I need more Snape fics

[moonlit-rabbit]

Zenitsu this u?

#Zom 100 #zombie #demon slayer #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu #kny