Faith

«E mi ero detto che una stella cadente era una stella che poteva essere bella ma per paura di brillare scappava il più lontano possibile. Un pò come me.»

[estelle-sim]

“There’s no greater love than laying down one’s life for their friends. If you do as God commands, you’re… His friend. Amen.”

[yesterdays-shadowtag]

Tecchou's true morality

~mandatory warning: bsd manga spoilers

Tecchou is one of the characters (along with Teruko) who intrigued me the most in the entire DoA arc. Despite having multiple chapters dedicated to him (and the HD), we know very little about his character. I thought it would be fun to try and dissect Tecchou's morality a bit :D

Firstly, his introduction panel.

Tecchou is the strongest Hunting Dog in combat if we don't take into account their abilities.

Maybe Tecchou is more of a threat than we give him credit for. Next, we have the line 'steel in body and mind' - it's likely that Tecchou is incredibly rooted in his ideals kunikida manifested and in 'goodness' Despite his eccentricities, Tecchou is actually an extremely determined and strong-minded character. The 'meteoric slash' is something I'll come back to later.

At first glance, this is just Jouno and Tecchou quipping at each other- but look at Tecchou's expression. His eyes are closed (almost reverently and in respect of something) like he's talking about something that's inherently true to him. While he and Jouno treat it as a joke in the next panel - it's still clear that Tecchou believes in some kind of 'truth' of this world. I can't begin to guess at what it is - but clearly, it's something that matters a lot to him.

It's clear to anyone, bright as day, that Jouno doesn't particularly like Tecchou. And in this panel, we can genuinely see Tecchou's slight confusion at realising that Jouno hated him. This happens on numerous occasions where Tecchou is seemingly 'oblivious' to the feelings and things happening around him. (It could be that he's just unobservant owo)

Tecchou gets A LOT of tunnel vision.

When Tecchou is incredibly focused on something, he forgets that everything/everyone else around him exists.

Like this, for example:

And this reflects when he's attacking people too.

While Jouno is gloating talking, Tecchou doesn't even bother truly 'looking' at his enemies. He's just entirely focused on killing them. He didn't seem to care that he was attacking a literal child.

Next, look at these panels.

Tecchou looks like a monster.

His hair covers either his entire face or covers an eye. I think it's incredibly reminiscent of 'blinding' yourself. Tecchou is so incredibly driven and has a needle-point's intensity that his 'virtues' and 'goodness' that he fights for blind him from the truth, simply because he doesn't look at the bigger picture - goodness and badness are not something that intersects for him.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have virtues and morals - he does, more so than anyone.

He believes so much in the intrinsic goodness of the world and people in it, and beyond anything, he simply wants to protect the it and keep it safe for innocent people.

To finally finish this (incredibly long) analysis - I think this truly sums up Tecchou better than anything else.

He believes that it is his job to punish the wrongdoers, to bring criminals to justice and that his sword is a method of doing so. For him, there is no grey morality. If you commit evil, you deserve the appropriate punishment, no matter your reasons. But this mindset is what genuinely blinds him from the messy reality of the world - and the way his own morality turns him into a 'monster' in the pursuit of justice.

Finally, (I swear this is the end), while I couldn't read the IRL Suehiro-sensei's Plum Blossoms in Snow, a common symbolism of plum blossoms is 'preserving the sanctity of life' and in Confucianism, plum blossoms also stood for 'principles and the value of virtues.' Sounds like someone we know :D

And now I'm going to get poetic, simply because I can. The 'meteoric slash' likely refers to the way his blade flashes in the air when he fights with it. Much like how evilness is often associated with darkness, its Tecchou's blade that streaks across it like a meteor slash and brings light to them.

~Thank you for reading!

[bsd-bibliophile]

Translated by Dazai Scans

If you have only watched episode 31 of Bungou Stray Dogs and have not read chapter 39 of the manga, this is definitely worth reading. If you only watch the anime you are missing out. 

If you’re not convinced check out my analysis under the cut.

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[sunsetquotes]

“How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.”

— Charles Bukowski

[thoughts357]

“Some show love rarely and mostly in small quiet gestures; Sharing an umbrella in the rain, leaving you the last slice of their pizza, throwing their arm around you when you are afraid, love does not have to be flamboyant or loud to be present”

— Beau Taplin //some show love differently but that does not necessarily make it less

[cherrymaho]

You guys…are all I have.

[thereisnochillinsideme]

Ode to a Fictional Character

I fell in love with them, is that really a mistake?

i knew what i was doing, I knew my heart would break

A being of imagination, they can’t love me too

The moment their story runs out of plot, they bid me adieu

They are not in my world, nor will they ever be

They will never be able to fall in love with me

They are made of pixels and colors, I of human bone

They stay the same age, while I have grown

“If we are so different, how can I love you?” I ask

I know that to love them would be an impossible task

They come from someone else’s brain, an idea put on paper

The voice in my head knows they aren’t real, and that I can’t escape her

Another human made them, created them from a thought

Then used them to create more people and then create a plot

Gave them their own story, stuffed it full of pain

Gave them their own way of thinking, an entirely unique brain

Gave them some personality traits, humor, loyalty, and grit

Gave them perseverance, a drive to never quit

Gave them little flaws, made them self-aware

Made them very loving, we knew they’d always care

Using what they knew the author made an ideal human

For character’s who were less ideal they got an arc to bloom in

We fell in love with these people, their goals, their quirks, their wants

But even through all of this, the voice in our heads taunts

“They aren’t real, they’d never love you, they wouldn’t even care!

You aren’t worthy of being loved! Stop this whole affair!”

The voice is sometimes too strong, belting out its lies

But if you can block it out, that is when you rise.

You fell in love with a being who sadly isn’t real

But the voice inside your head does not dictate how you feel

This being is a figment of an authors imagination

But falling in love with this being doesn’t need to mean love deprivation

We can fall in love with people, real ones at that

They might not be as perfect, but they won’t be as flat (2-D)

But they can return our love, feeling the same way

Everyone can find some sort of love when they wish someday

Whether it’s romantic love, filial, or pride

Love is necessary, it keeps you warm inside

Your character may not love you back, but they would be proud.

When you finally tell someone you love them, saying it out loud.

[teen-titanz]

Raven, forgive my interruption, but… I haven’t seen Robin, Cyborg, or Beast Boy. Truthfully, I am wishing to join you in meditation. Really?

[christopher-reeve]

[bbraeforevr]

[btsaestheticpeach]

˗ˏˋ ᴘɪɴᴋ & ʙʟᴜᴇ ˎˊ˗ ❥ ʏᴏᴏɴᴍɪɴ

[lonelykamui]

[pnra-follia]

A volte

si tocca il fondo del terrore

si smette di lottare eppure non si muore.

C. Bukowski

[ragazzo-fenice]

Perché i silenzi possono dire più delle parole.

@ragazzo-fenice

[xitsfaith]

[xitsfaith]

Dove mai ho letto che un condannato a morte, un’ora prima di morire, diceva o pensava che, se gli fosse toccato vivere in qualche luogo altissimo, su uno scoglio, e su uno spiazzo così stretto da poterci posare soltanto i due piedi, – avendo intorno a sé dei precipizi, l’oceano, la tenebra eterna, un’eterna solitudine e una eterna tempesta –, e rimanersene così, in un metro quadrato di spazio, tutta la vita, un migliaio d’anni, l’eternità –, anche allora avrebbe preferito vivere che morir subito? Pur di vivere, vivere, vivere! Vivere in qualunque modo, ma vivere!… Quale verità! Dio, che verità! È un vigliacco l’uomo!… Ed è un vigliacco chi per questo lo chiama vigliacco.

Fedor Dostoevskij

[xitsfaith]

ma cosa me ne faccio dell'amore

se siamo tutti nati

in momenti e in posti diversi

e ci incontriamo solo

grazie a un artificio dei secoli

e un po' di fortuna tre passi

a sinistra?

mi stai dicendo

che un amore che non ho mai incontrato

vale meno di un egoismo

che mi sta vicino?

Charles Bukowski, il mio vero amore ad Atene