Heehee HawHaw

Heehee HawHaw

Chuuya: *Squeak* Mori: No, no, not like that. Do it like- Elise: Like Mori when he's in Fukuzawa's bedroom Mori: ... Dazai, appearing: Someone should reconsider having me as a babysitter for Elise. SEVERAL UNITS OF TIME LATER: Chuuya: *Screech* Chuuya: *Remembers that conversation* Chuuya: *Tries not to break character*

Gay Gay Homosexual Gay

Dazai: I’m going to jump off this bridge. Chuuya: No, you’re not. Dazai: Why not? Chuuya: Because I said so. Dazai: That’s not a good reason. Chuuya: Fine, then because I’ll miss you. Dazai: … Chuuya: … Dazai: That’s the gayest thing you’ve ever said to me. Chuuya: Shut up, you love it.

So, after a day or two without posting, I came back with some pm Dazai doddles! I was experimenting with charcoal.

How Many Dazai?

This panel is from the manga Beast, with my labels added. Dazai is explaining how The Book contains the Multiverse. Look at the version we got as "just for example":

We have our storyteller, the Mob Boss. Facing him is the Mainline Dazai from the Armed Detective Agency. And behind *him* are all the possible versions they fit into the panel. In the first tier is a trio of Mafia escapees: an Agency member who grieves and openly weeps, an "I got this" player, and one turned away in despair who may not have joined any group after leaving the Mafia. Above that, the scarred emo boy and the "whatever" fuckboi in Mafia colors, a little goblin and a gamer in neutral shades. On the Left edge we have a Pirate Dazai, and on the Right, someone with a black trenchcoat and shoulder length hair, perhaps the Right Hand Man that Mori envisioned. Then cowded into the top row are a Rampo twin (I've talked about how teacher shape students before), a Blind Oracle OR Steampunk Engineer, another Agency Dazai (bitter this time), a long-haired and kimono clad Girl or Gay Boss holding a finger across their throat, and a smoking, scraggy individual who reminds me of Spike or possibly Kōgami.

Elise is such a vibe tho

Mori: I have a very important announcement to make. Elise: Is it about the cake? Mori: No, it’s not about the cake. Elise: Then I don’t care.