#greater than his artistry was his humanity

[countesspetofi]

Harry Belafonte and The Muppets - Earth Song (short version)

[starry-bi-sky]

I am so interested in hearing more about the world building of your stillborn still-born au!

So what exactly is the burning mountain island and its ecosystem? And have you built out anything for the far frozen in return? Do the far frozen and molten lava island have relations or do they avoid each other? Are they friendly or enemies? Since the yetis of the far frozen are healer-warriors are the locals of the volcano also healer-warriors or are they something else? Does the volcano have an equivalent to Frostbite(maybe called heatstroke or something similar?) to help Danny with his powers and become his ally?

WHY I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!

( @ishkagrante because they asked me the same thing)

The Molten Springs is a mega-island similar to the Far Frozen, but rather than being made up of extreme cold, it's made of extreme heat! The name "Molten Springs" is me playing with the words 'hot springs' and it stems from this fanart I saw a few years back of Vlad relaxing in a pool of lava and Danny being very judgy about it lmao. It's a large, mountainous-volcanic region made up of hundreds of mountains and volcanos. All the rivers, lakes, ponds, etc are made up of lava rather than water. It's extremely hot, as you would expect, and the further inland you go the hotter it gets as you come across more volcanic activity.

All greater rivers and lakes lead back to the center of the island, where Mt. Abzi (created from the word obsidian) stands, a massive active volcano that is thousands of feet tall and is constantly bubbling out lava and feeding it into the rivers. Two to sometimes three times a mortal year it fully erupts, shooting out a massive geyser beam of lava into the sky like a beacon, that lasts thirty minutes before cooling down for a few minutes or hours, before shooting up again. These cause what the locals call a "magma storm", which is basically the human equivalent of flood season because the lava that goes up must come down, and it rains down over the island. This can trigger other volcanoes into full eruption.

I've currently got two names for the greater rivers.

There's Ruzhu (created from the word Eruption), the river that leads over into the Ruzhi Canyon, a great canyon made of obsidian and igneous rock. It's a pretty popular tourist destination, if you get there when the firelight is low you can watch the light glitter and bounce off the walls.

Then there's Spicoria, a river that leads over into the mountain ranges, surrounded by sandbox trees made of petrified wood and smoking leaves. The rapids here grow the sindrillies! Rare purple flowers that resemble the lilies of the nile, they only grow in extremely hot areas. So you can only really find them underground or by the rocky areas of the river rapids. Most flowers come in the same color range as heat. So in oranges, reds, whites, yellows, and blues. The warmer the colors, the more common they are.

Locals live most commonly in caves, in the mountainy ranges where there's less volcano activity (its more convenient), in cold pockets (where the air there is significantly cooler *in comparison to the surrounding area), in the lava. Under-lava cities are very common here, there are entire cities built at the bottom of the lakes and leading into the underground tunnels. Buildings are made of the surrounding igneous rock and obsidian. Gemstones like opal, olivine, agate, amethyst, etc are found growing here since lava has a hand in their creation. They're a little different compared to mortal gemstones, since instead of water they're made of crystalizing ectoplasm. Although what those differences are, I haven't yet figured out.

Jewelry, tablets, sculpting, and oral storytelling are a popular form of artistry since paper really isn't,,, cohesive with extreme heat. Windows, if there are any, are made of volcanic glass and tend to be stained, with various designs on them that depend on the owner's preferences. Due to the lava rivers outside, it's not uncommon for ghosts to wear loose black garments when traveling around in order to avoid getting their inside clothes dirty. Think desert-wear!

I haven't though much about them being healer-warriors (and I'll admit it completely slipped my mind) but it's pretty common for ghosts to go to the lava hot springs, which are situated on the outskirts of the the island, in order to unwind. At least the ones who can withstand the heat when it's at its weakest. Some ghosts can go in deeper, but its really only the fire-core ghosts (like Danny and Vlad) that can actually handle the full heat of the molten springs without melting.

Rip to blob ghosts, Danny watched one melt like an ice cube in his hand once.

The residents of the Molten Springs are fire-core ghosts and other various heat-related mythological beasts. Cyclops, dragons, phoenixes, salamanders, etc etc. If they've got a heat or fire motif, they're there. The Yeti equivalents would have to be the Dragons, because that's who Sunburn is!

Sunburn is the Frostbite equivalent, and he's a massive dragon the size of a mountain, with black obsidian scales. Although he can shrink himself down to size. Danny's only two feet shorter than his eye, which is a lovely amethyst color, and it matches the color of his feathery mane! His mane itself is made of peacock feathers, with purple being the main color and the eyes being a startling electric blue. His fire opal horns are six-pointers, and from a distance blends in with the streams of lava running down the mountains. Despite his vibrant plumage and the jewelry he decorates himself with, he blends in with the surrounding igneous rock worryingly well.

He lives in a massive cave at a collapsed caldera volcano, Danny stumbled across him once on his first journey into the Molten Springs (<- has never watched the far frozen ep so i don't know what happened in it) and woke hm up on accident. Scared the shit out of Danny because he turned around and there was this giant purple eye staring at him.

but it's okay! Sunburn's like. a hippie. so he's really chill. Super chill actually. He's had thousands of years to just chill out. Which is a really good contrast for Danny who is the exact opposite of chill and is constantly on the verge of eruption himself. He helps Danny learn some emotional regulation and how to thermal regulate better.

Sunburn has, on numerous occasions, rumbled out a lazy "nap time" when he thinks Danny's getting too worked up, and then turned and pinned Danny beneath his muzzle. It doesn't hurt him, but it's like a big weighted blanket and it's also like a cat sleeping on you, so even if Dany could move, he wouldn't. He eventually falls asleep 9/10.

Sunburn will also just toss him into the lake outside the cave just. Whenever. What's gonna happen? Danny gets burned? Don't make him laugh. It usually gets Danny out of whatever mental spiral he's in and is just one of the few methods that makes him relax.

As for the Far Frozen! They're on the opposite ends of the ghost zone from each other and are on pretty neutral terms. Residents don't meet often due to their drastically opposite climates, but they can meet somewhere outside of the Molten Springs or Far Frozen, or, with the right equipment, meet in their respective islands. Sunburn and Frostbite are good friends, because I think it's funny if Sunburn has nicknamed Frostbite "Freezerburn".

Also Sunburn doesn't dislike just anyone, but he fucking hates Vlad.

[fel-09]

The Mystery of the Painting "A Feast Where Only the Devil Is Not Hungry" Part 1

The winter air hung heavily, the breath of the world stilled, as though it feared disturbing the darkness that pervaded the land. The sky, suffocated beneath layers of cloud, offered no warmth, no light. Instead, the earth lay beneath a thick blanket of snow, pure in appearance but cold and lifeless. It was the perfect setting, for the cruelty that would unfold was one that could only be understood in this stillness, where nothing moved except the slowly dying world.

The Reader stood alone in the snow, her silhouette barely distinguishable from the blackness of the surrounding forest.Her hands were red with the color of blood , moved delicately over the body of the woman at her feet. She was not so much performing a killing as she was crafting. The woman’s body lay in a grotesque, unnatural pose. Her stomach, split open as though the body itself was nothing more than a shell, revealed the entrails spilling out like some macabre sculpture—organs twisted and twisted further still as they spilled into the snow. Her hands, lifeless and pale, clutched at the unborn lamb in her grasp, a twisted symbol of purity, dying before it could breathe.

The scene was a grotesque masterpiece. The lamb, innocent, its skin still soft with the potential of new life, would not see the world. This was no ordinary sacrifice; the Reader was not just killing a body—she was sacrificing a soul. The blood spilled not only to paint the earth beneath her feet but to give life to something darker, more ancient than what was born. The innocence of the lamb was, in a sense, never meant to belong to this world. It was merely a tool to create the greater work—the work that was the body itself, mutilated and twisted beyond recognition. In this dark artistry, flesh and blood became instruments of creation, the artist merging with the act of violence, until there was no separation between the two.

As she worked, her movements were careful, almost tender, as though she were aware that what she was doing had purpose beyond the suffering that accompanied it. Her eyes were focused, but not on the woman before her. No, her gaze was fixed somewhere else, deeper, as if she were seeing beyond the body and the blood into something far more profound. It was a ritualistic process, one she had performed countless times before, but each time felt different—each time, she was creating something new, something that transcended the boundaries of her own understanding.

But in the midst of this, she became aware of him. Hannibal Lecter, standing on the periphery of her creation, watching with quiet fascination. He was a figure shrouded in the same dark mystery as the world around them. His presence was not a disturbance but a reminder of a certain inevitability—of fate, of the role he played in the grand narrative of darkness that surrounded them both.

The scene was an enigma, a moment suspended in time as Hannibal Lecter watched in silent awe. The woman before him, covered in blood, worked with an almost reverent precision, her hands stained but steady as she crafted a grotesque beauty from the suffering around her. The body before her was nothing more than a tool, a sacrifice, a vessel through which something far darker would come to life. The lamb, innocent, yet fated for an end that no one would mourn, save for the creator herself.

But it was not just the body that held his attention. No, it was the way in which she moved, the precision in her actions, the detached calm with which she did the unspeakable. He felt the pull of her artistry, and it was not unlike the first time he saw her

He remembered the museum, the cold walls of history that held masterpieces of human creation, but none so moving as the one before him now. The guide—his annoyance palpable He was not competent in understanding the art in front of him and it was with such difficulty that he explained to him what was before him, his ignorance even more so—tried his best to convey meaning, but there was only one thing that truly mattered: the painting titled „The Feast, Where Only the Devil Is Hungry.“

The painting depicted where a man on the one side of the table ate everything in front of him, his side was full of delicacies, even human remains, he could even bite his fingers ,on the other side, a demon , he half of the table was empty on his plate only 1 pea that he had to eat an ironic case.

Hannibal’s mind had been consumed by the piece ever since he’d first laid eyes on it. At first, it had been unsettling, a thing of pure dissonance. The table, the vast array of food, the grotesque presence of the human form—mutilated, twisted, and devoured by its own appetite. The figures at the table were not feasting, but feeding from the very essence of their destruction. The faces twisted in agony, yet the hunger remained, an insatiable, unrelenting force.

But it was not just the imagery that haunted him. It was the underlying message, the unspoken truth hidden within each brushstroke. The feast was not just a physical act—it was a metaphor for the darkness that consumed every human soul. The insatiable hunger for power, for control, for satisfaction at any cost. The very soul of humanity devouring itself, with no regard for the consequences. It was a grim truth, a truth that felt... familiar.

And then, the guide’s voice intruded, his words empty, his analysis shallow. He could not see the meaning behind the madness, the symbolism beneath the surface. He could not fathom the purpose of such a creation, a purpose that only Hannibal understood. The guide’s incompetence irritated him, as did his lack of insight into the artwork before them. He could not see what Hannibal saw, nor could he comprehend the artist’s vision.

And then the conversation turned, as the guide began to argue with a woman who had joined the discussion. She was charming, yes, but there was something more beneath that beauty. A sharpness, a darkness hidden in the delicate curve of her smile. She argued that the painting was not for deep contemplation, but for enjoyment for eye. It was a visual experience, not one to be overanalyzed. Her words, however, held a deeper meaning than she let on.

Hannibal watched with rapt attention, his gaze narrowing as he examined her. Her presence was magnetic, but there was something in her eyes, something that betrayed her attempt to hide her true self. She was not just an admirer of the art; she was its creator. He knew it instinctively. The moment she spoke, he could feel the pulse of recognition—a recognition that sent a shiver down his spine.

She was the artist. She was the one who had birthed this grotesque beauty. The „Feast, Where Only the Devil Is Hungry“ had been born of her hands, her mind, her soul. And yet, she tried to hide it. She tried to divert his attention, to feign ignorance. But Hannibal could see through the veil. He could see the truth in her eyes. She had created this masterpiece, and now she was standing before him, attempting to distance herself from her own creation.

The realization was a sharp one, cutting deep. He had heard of the artist—of her disturbing, grotesque works, of the way she used blood and flesh to create art. And now, here she was, in front of him, trying to mask her identity. She did not want him to know. But she had underestimated him.

As the conversation continued, Hannibal’s thoughts grew darker, more focused. He was no longer merely admiring the painting; he was consumed by the artist herself. She was an enigma, a puzzle that only he could solve. And he would. He would have her, as he had claimed so many other things in his life. She would not escape his grasp.

But for now, he watched. He watched as she tried to hide, tried to pretend, tried to convince herself that she could outrun the truth. She would not. Not from him. Not from the darkness that she had so expertly conjured.

And the feast, where only the devil was hungry, would continue—its creator waiting for the moment when she could finally embrace her own hunger.

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It was very hard on my part to write this fanfic because I was very tired first of all and secondly I wrote it through Dictionary some places because I didn't know some words

the part 2

[glapplebloom]

Time for these girls to Graduate. (No Pictures)

It is the last month of school. After this, they’ll no longer be students of Canterlot High School. They’ll be Graduates. The girls have plans after school. Twilight and Rainbow Dash are going to college, one for the highest academic colleges and the other known for producing future sports stars. Rarity and Applejack have an internship and job waiting for them. And the remaining three don’t really have plans, but they don’t seem to be worried about it.

Sunset had a few ideas, but then she got a message from Princess Twilight. First, this is to let them know that she’ll be the Ruler of all of Equestria soon and have invited them all to her coronation. And secondly, she has a job for Sunset Shimmer if she wishes to accept: be the bridge that would allow Equestria to have a greater connection with the Human world. In short, be Equestria’s Ambassador. 

Sunset is honored, but also worried. This is a huge responsibility. This isn’t like going to a Game Design School or traveling abroad. This is being responsible for introducing an entire new world to humans. Sure, the school got used to magic and Spike has been gaining a lot of popularity for his online videos, but were they ready to know more about this? Was Sunset ready for the responsibility? 

The others notice her worrying and decide to do their best to take her mind off it. So according to the letter, the coronation takes place a week before their Graduation and they have a few days off before that date. So they suggest that they spend the weekend in Equestria to see the sites and get to know how things are done on the other side. Sunset let’s Twilight know this but doesn’t say her answer. 

So the Friday before the coronation, the seven girls plus Spike enter the Portal and find themselves in Equestria. Sunset is used to this and Rainbow Dash and Twilight experienced this before, but the rest were not used to the change despite their warning. To their surprise, their Spike was a dragon. He was still walking on all fours since that’s how he was used to. Sunset also made sure Twilight had something prepared to make sure people don’t confuse the different pairs.

After having their new accessories, the Gang find themselves meeting their Pony counterparts. Sunset is happy to see Starlight again. Rarity compliments each other. Rainbow Dash tries to humble brag. Fluttershy is shy. Pinkie is Pinkie. Twilight is glad to meet the Princess once more. And Applejack is eying each other. Since they all have to prepare for the coronation, they figured that their Human Counterparts can help.

Since AJ is preparing the food, she figured her Human counterpart could help on the farm. She is an Applejack after all. Human AJ found it humorous to see her family counterparts. AJ was ready to harvest the apples but wondered where the ladders were. That’s when Pony AJ reveals how they do it. A buck to the Tree and the Apples go down. Human AJ is impressed and tries herself. Since she’s new to the Pony Body, she doesn’t get it easily.

But she thinks maybe a boost from the Geode could help. It did, but it kicked a hole through the tree instead. Human AJ apologizes but Pony AJ thinks there could be another way. Thanks to the Geode, she can pull things a lot easier than even Big Mac. So while she does his work, Big Mac helps with the apple bucking and Human AJ feels right at home.

Pony Pinkie Pie is showing Human Pinkie Pie everything in Sugar Cube Corner and Human Pinkie Pie is loving it. She even gets to hug her Pony Counterpart’s Gummy, wishing hers were real. It's honestly like Human Pinkie Pie was in this world before with how easy she adapted. Rainbow Dash took her Human Counterpart to the Wonderbolts Academy to show it off. Human Rainbow Dash tried some of the tests, but she didn’t do as well as her Pony version. But she’s determined to do it.

Rarity the Human is admiring the artistry of Pony Rarity’s work. It’s so nice to have someone to bounce off of. Sweetie Belle sees the double Rarities and thinks her eyes aren’t working. Human Fluttershy is admiring Pony Fluttershy’s Sanctuary. So many animals living in one place. This inspired her to create something like this back home. And Twilight and Spike are helping the others organize.

Sunset and Starlight are just checking up on things when Starlight reveals something she was working on: the Book of Memories she plans on giving to Twilight as a gift. Sunset is so impressive. Though seeing all these memories makes Sunset remember Twilight’s offer. Magic had caused a lot of Chaos in just a small burst. And now she’ll be responsible for purposely bringing in more magic. She doesn’t really know if she can handle it.

Starlight told her that she reminded her of Twilight Sparkle. Like Sunset, Twilight was worried she wasn’t ready for such a responsibility. But eventually she gained the confidence to take up the mantle. Of course it helps that she had more time to prepare for such an option and Starlight believes Twilight would give Sunset the time to prepare herself to be ready for such a thing. That’s because Starlight was in a similar position to Sunset.

Starlight told Sunset about how she graduated and Twilight allowed her to leave to go on her own. Starlight wasn't ready and Twilight accepted her staying in Ponyville. So if Sunset needs more time or even doesn’t want to accept the position, Twilight is more than willing to allow Sunset to find herself. This makes Sunset feel better. 

After the coronation and getting ready to go back home, Sunset Shimmer told Twilight that she thanks her for the job, but doesn’t feel like she’s ready for it. Twilight accepts and lets her know it’ll be here whenever she feels like she’s ready. A week later, they graduated as Sunset Shimmer is Valedictorian. She gives a speech that while the future is scary, that you may have plans or have no clue what you will do after school, that everything will be okay.

No matter what the future holds for them, their experience in Canterlot High will help them move forward. And that even if Equestrian Magic is still loose in this world, the Magic of Friendship is something they all wield and that our friendships will last through the ages. Everyone cheers and the girls promise that they will always keep in touch so that no matter where their lives take them, they’ll still be the best of friends.

[howlingday]

Engineering Conflict

Merlot: You are Arthur Watts, are you not?

Watts: My reputation precedes me!

Merlot: You are the original, are you not? The genuine "Good Doctor," not one of his clones?

Watts: (Shrugs) Does it matter? They are me; I am them; geniuses all!

Merlot: And they say I'm arrogant! Though not unfairly, I suppose. But I may have met my match in that regard.

Watts: I am arrogant. What genius isn't? I am a genius, like you. A wise man acknowledges what he's good at. You will find no false modesty in this room, I think. But he also acknowledges his failings. Acknowledgement of one's talents cannot be accompanied by blindness to one's shortcomings, otherwise the wise man is not wise at all.

Merlot: How very humble.

Watts: Humility is a virtue most of those born in our era neglect, Merlot. I would venture you have little time for it yourself.

Merlot: Little. I find humility gets in the way of my self-belief.

Watts: Take my friendly advice, as one scientist to another. You should embrace humility. You should look within yourself with complete honesty. You will be better for acknowledging your fallibility.

Merlot: I never said I was infallible.

Watts: You believe you are, though. Take your great work, your mutated Grimm. I admit I was excited to see the work of this supposed genius. You, I mean.

Merlot: I got that, thank you. And what did you think of my work, as one scientist to another?

Watts: I found it disappointing. I found little of interest, Merlot. I have examined your work exhaustively. It is nothing revolutionary; merely variations of the same, tired old theme. Enhanced powered super Grimm, bigger, stronger, more annoyingly aggressive... Calling them an improvement might be technically true, but you cannot truly improve upon a flawed design.

Merlot: I did what was needed.

Watts: You probably did. That stiff, old bastard Ozpin probably sweated a little seeing them. But you and I, we are genitors of rare repute, and we both know you could have done better.

Merlot: Perhaps.

Watts: Come now! It is a poor craftsman who only delivers what is expected of him. An artist aims to exceed what is expected of him. Always.

Merlot: You understand, I only had a few decades.

Watts: Are you mocking me?

Merlot: More myself. I had to design a whole new facility, androids, turrets, and holding cells for my Grimm, if we're going to be fair to me, which I think we should be. I wanted to improve on the designs of the Grimm. The fools in Vale couldn't see that, so I had to make them. I think, given the circumstances of my position, that last improvement trumped any benefit to me showing off any supposed artistry I may or may not have, don't you agree? I have seen the results of your art, Watts. You're not a scientist. You're a butcher.

Watts: You are naive. You believe I have sided with the Grimm? (Shrugs) I suppose that is understandable. It is also not true. This goddess my colleagues choose to worship is a means to an end. A mere deliverer that serves no greater purpose than bringing me closer to mine. There are no gods, Merlot. There is only time, and being, and thinking things that brew themselves up and out of the two.

Merlot: That's a way to look at it.

Watts: I am sure it would surprise you to learn that all I wish to do is what you wish to do.

Merlot: Which would be?

Watts: Come now. (Shakes his head) I want to destroy humanity.

Merlot: A fine sentiment for the man with no augmentations of his own. Most of the time, when people want to destroy humanity, it's done with fewer aspects of their own humanity still attached to themselves. If I'm not mistaken, you have been associating with the very same group of huntsmen fighting to save humanity for the past who knows how long. You have aided their armies. You have aided in the Grimm's destruction. When you have not contented yourself to fighting them, you have supplied them yourself with the very keys to their own victories! Your name is a byword for misguided innovation across all of Remnant! Wherever you go, it's always through the ashen remains of the Grimm you serve! I have files on the weapons you designed to destroy my work! Railguns, dust guns, guns that double as melee weapons imbued with the powers of gravity dust! I have this sickening feeling you believe you are irredeemable! I am astounded. Yes, yes! Astounded! You are a hero!

Watts: I have been called a hero once before, and by people that would surprise you. Look at yourself. Do you honestly believe you would give any children nightmares?

Merlot: I may not be without morals, but I am nothing like you.

Watts: No, you are not. You are not as good as I am. I have gathered samples from one of your creations. More than one, in fact. But this one sticks in the mind. It was massive, larger than you or I. It was a creature found only in Mountain Glenn. It was abducted, if that word can even be used to describe what happens to these creatures. Ripped from its ecosystem, experimented on for decades. Decades of experimentation only to be turned into a weapon to be destroyed by true Grimm. Ha! And you say I'm the hero! We are both heroes, the pair of us.

Merlot: If I am a hero, then I am a hero on the wrong side of history.

Watts: And I say the same! (Laughs) But there is no wrong side! There's no good or evil, only two sides, equally as terrible as the other, locked forever in a death spiral until the end of Remnant! Ozpin's circle is as corrupt and rotten as Salem's own.

Merlot: Then why do you help them when you are sided with the others? You could have used your talents for good from the start!

Watts: (Scoffs) What do you think I am trying to do? What do you think would have happened if I had come to Atlas willingly after the accident? Would I have been welcomed with open arms? Hailing my genius, my contribution to humanity? They would have shot me! If I had come back later, after learning I triggered the explosion, then they would have executed me publicly! There's your precious "heroes" for you!

Merlot: If I am not mistaken in my history, and do remember that this is a rhetorical question, then I would say that is nonsense. You spent countless decades scheming against your colleagues long before the accident.

Watts: And? You believe this corrupt empire of hard light and slave labor to be "the good guys". There is no "true evil". There is no "equality for all". We are at the mercy of a pair of gods who abandoned us to fend for ourselves.

Merlot: Oh, I see where this is going. Next you will tell me that you have been secretly sabotaging Salem's own Grimm and the efforts of her minions. In what way? By giving them stronger weapons?

Watts: I have made strong weapons, but strength does no good.

Merlot: I've heard this story already.

Watts: And I have heard enough to fill a library. Fairy tales and epic poems, but no more! Fear, Merlot. It is fear that will end this world, not stories. My fear! Your fear! I know you want to see this all end, to wait for this all to go away. As do I.

Merlot: And now the evil genius proclaims his plan. You are a cliche wearing rings.

Watts: I have nothing to lose by telling you what I need, Merlot, nor what I wish to achieve. I have everything to gain. Humanity is weak and imperfect, and the Grimm are stupid and aggressive. We, and they, both as a species, are finished. Don't argue with me on this point. You even admitted yourself that humanity is inferior, if not only to the Grimm. Many people, Salem included, have spent time in trying to create superior strains of humanity and Grimm. Not one of them has had any success.

Merlot: Until now? There's a surprise.

Watts: I have labored long to create a better race, one that would not be so easily destroyed by the Grimm, that would not war endlessly with its own. For decades I have attempted this, until, weary, I became tired of it. I, Arthur Watts, became bored.

Merlot: Well, you have my sympathy there.

Watts: I became bored because I made a fundamental mistake. I believe that I must control everything, That only I could save humanity. I became disillusioned, knowing that was impossible, and I abandoned my works. Cruelly. Some of what you say is right about me. Through good fortune, it was the best thing I could have done. Since my rebirth, I became aware of my utopia again and it has changed! You should see it, Merlot! It's truly perfect! It's immune to in-fighting, war, and conflict, physically mightier than anything else Remnant has ever seen, with its inhabitants immune to time and illness. Society, egalitarian and just, everywhere! Everyone has a place and a purpose and Every place and person has it's person. I have seen what was made and I was humbled. I know now that the greatest of creations must be like children, molded by their creator but never finished. No, the greatest creations finish themselves. I have made weapons, Merlot. They have all failed. If I were a more arrogant man, I would say that this is certainly the fault of the person who holds the creation and not myself. But I must accept the possibility that I did not have all I needed to create a perfect weapon successfully. The error was with me.

Merlot: You still want to create weapons?

Watts: I did. It doesn't work. The first weapons I made wore and tore, but I got better. I, like you, am still a believer in the heart of innovation, and through observation and elimination refined my designs. It got to a point that the last few I made were perfect in almost every way. So near perfect that they had only the flaws to be expected from their standard issues, including their tendency to break in the fingers of imbeciles. I had believed that all of humanity was cursed to be forever tainted by ignorance, just the same as those abominations you call "perfect".

Merlot: Then if you don't intend to create weapons for humans or Grimm, then... What do you wish? (Extends finger) Aha! That's it! You wish to change the direction of those holding your weapons, not create entirely new, unbreakable weapons. A person not capable of using your weapons, but something similar?

Watts: I see you have insight. (Bows) I am human. I am imperfect. The Brothers mistakes plague me still. As many times as I may wish I'd truly cheated death, I cannot live forever. My new soldiers must have leadership if they are to improve where humanity failed. They need help to survive. I wish to make a leader worthy of them. Something that avoids all the errors The Brothers, Salem, and Ozpin have made.

Merlot: It's certainly an intriguing plan.

Watts: Despite the simplicity of what you have made with your mutant Grimm, I admire the elegance of your solutions. You are certainly a genius, Merlot, but you are a generalist. I am a specialist. I have knowledge and experience that you never will.

Merlot: Possibly.

Watts: Definitely! No one is limitless in ability. If you give me what I want, you will have played your part in saving humanity. Think, Merlot. Their own huntsmen, the Atlas Specialists, the White Fang... The Grimm are not the only threat that exists on Remnant. We are too weak to survive what is coming. Do not let humanity perish at the hands of its myriad of foes. Aid me. Let us put an end to these wars. All these Grimm and uncaring "heroes," their kingdoms... These are the labors of lesser beings. True scientists like you and I know the value of the greatest innovative minds, the variety of life and purpose to be found beyond our worlds, even if you believe in the Grimm and I do not. Humanity is not where the story of Remnant ends and should be the origin of our greatest triumph! Let us rise above it all! Help me bring peace to Remnant. Give me "Niager Cor" and you will be remembered as the greatest benefactor to the new era. Your name will live on forever, enshrined in memory, a great hero to all of Remnant.

Merlot: ...

Watts: Well? (Extends hand) What do you say? As one scientist to another, LET US COOPERATE.

[neverxdane]

Is that [Jan Luis Castellanos]? No, that’s [Dane], AKA [Nevermore]! [He/they] appears to be [24/138]. [He/they] has/have the abilities of [magic, human-demon hybrid physiology] which makes them a powerful [hero].

name | Dane [unknown Surname] alias | Nevermore age | 24/138 y.o.b. | 1885 p.o.b. | Unknown species | Human-Demon Hybrid gender | Nonbinary pronouns | He/They - Him/Them sexuality | Androsexual height | 6'7" weight | 216lb hair | Brown [dusty peach] / low cut eyes | Hazel-Green occupation | Prince of Hell / Librarian / Vigilante affiliation | Titans alignment | Neutral Good current residence | Gotham previous | Arizona personality >positive: charming - fervent - protean >negative: elusive - impulsive - stubborn powers

[ magic ] Dane's innate magical and mystical abilities are a product of his father's bloodline. Through recent years, he has been experimenting with the properties of natural and unnatural law to enhance his profound control. He has been able to achieve feats which are not limited to teleportation, dream-walking, manipulating probability fields/outcomes, and metamorphic shifting. Without second thought, he has shown advanced pyrokinetic skills and releasing powerful eldritch blasts from his hands. This often exposes his mortal vessel to darker forces. [ human-demon hybrid ] Dane has several abilities which classify him above that of an ordinary human and protects him from some of the vulnerabilities of a demon. He is able to traverse Hellscapes, unscathed. He is able to attain greater thresholds of endurance and prolonged levels of fatigue. He is able to manifest white, angelic wings that grant him the ability to fly. He also has been granted longevity, enhancing healing, senses, strength, and immunity to most illnesses and poisons- granted his mortal vessel is not corrupted.

skills

seduction. chthonic awareness. persuasion. escape artistry. trickery. impersonation. blade combat. advanced hand-to-hand techniques. record keeping. metaphysical. alchemy. herbalism.

paraphernalia

enchanted flaming sword | originating from hell specially made for him.

"Knowledge is key. With it, you can outsmart your greatest nemesis." short

Dane was conceived more than 130 years ago when a desperate woman unable to have a child struck a deal with the Dark Lord, promising him her soul and that of her child in exchange for a perfect moment together. Dane was supposed to destroy the world and serve his father for all eternity but his mother refused to keep her word and hid herself in St. Michael's mission in Arizona hoping that Dane's father would not find them, still, she ultimately found out that it wasn't so easy to get out of his reach as she died soon after giving birth to her son, spending just a perfect moment together.

plot-points [may expand as fit] >> Raven: Peer. Friend. Given circumstances and history closely parallels, there is no reason why Dane wouldn't offer her his expertise for her innate understanding of their abilities. Gave him his codename. >> Gotham Tethers: (4. 5.) Members across varied affiliations that may; or may not, have ulterior motives for the half-ling. Genuinely does help him remain in the shadows for his assistance -- as long as there are no deaths of innocent souls or the spillage of their blood.

Dane has been left essentially open for development and establishment of characterization and plot-movement. He usually tries to blend in with the civilians of Gotham.

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Tatsuya Nakadai and So Yamamura in The Human Condition I: No Greater Love (Masaki Kobayashi. 1959)

Cast: Tatsuya Nakadai, Michiyo Aratama, Chikage Awashima, Ineko Arima, Keiji Sada, So Yamamura, Akira Ishihama. Screenplay: Zenzo Matsuyama, Masaki Kobayashi, based on a novel by Junpei Gomikawa. Cinematography: Yoshio Miyajima. Art direction: Kazue Hirataka. Film editing: Keiichi Uraoka. Music: Chuji Kinoshita.

The first three and a half hours of Masaki Kobayashi's nine-hour, 47-minute epic The Human Condition are themselves divided into two parts, though the break seems more a courtesy to the Sitzfleisch of the viewer than to any inherent division in the story. I have a friend who says he's never read a bad novel over 600 pages long, because once he's done with it he has to justify the time spent reading. I think something like that may apply to The Human Condition once I've finished it. Which is not to say that there isn't a greatness that adheres to Kobayashi's unsparing, audacious film, even though at times I found myself feeling that The Human Condition I: No Greater Love derived as much from the more earnest black-and-white Hollywood films of the 1940s, the ones that starred Tyrone Power or Gregory Peck, than from the high artistry of Ozu or Mizoguchi. It is often unabashed melodrama: We worry that Kobayashi hasn't burdened his protagonist, Kaji, with more than is really credible. An idealist, he not only finds himself supervising slave Chinese labor in Manchuria during World War II, he also has to manage a brothel staffed with Chinese "comfort women." And the more he does to better the lot of the workers, the more he elicits the ire of the kenpeitai, the Japanese military police. On the other hand, if he compromises with the authorities, the Chinese prisoners and prostitutes make his life miserable. And not to mention that, his wife is incapable of comprehending the stresses that make him so distant at home. But Tatsuya Nakadai is such an accomplished actor that he gives Kaji credibility, even when we're beginning to think he's too virtuous, too idealistic, for his own good.

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Embark on a quest for power, intrigue, and mystery with "The Golden Chalice," a riveting novel that melds historical authenticity with the allure of a timeless treasure hunt. At the heart of this gripping tale lies the legendary chalice, an artifact of immeasurable value, steeped in religious lore and shrouded in the enigma of the past. As readers are transported to a world where the line between history and legend blurs, the novel offers a vivid escape into a narrative rich with twists and turns, where every page pulses with the high stakes of a bygone era's most coveted prize. "The Golden Chalice" triumphs not only as a work of literary artistry but also as a problem-solving key to understanding the intricate dance of power and faith that defines our collective history. Through the pursuit of the chicuti chalice, the novel unveils the perennial human struggle for supremacy and spiritual enlightenment. It confronts readers with the depth and complexity of human desires, while weaving a compelling story that resonates with the timeless quest for meaning and the universal longing for something greater than oneself. The significance of "The Golden Chalice" lies in its ability to captivate the imagination while prompting introspection about the very nature of our civilization's most enduring obsessions. Plot The plot of "The Golden Chalice" revolves around an enthralling quest that intertwines destiny, power, and morality. The protagonist, a young knight named Sir Alistair, is entrusted with recovering the mythical Golden Chalice, a revered artifact said to grant its possessor divine favor and immense power. The narrative follows Sir Alistair's perilous journey through treacherous lands, forcing him to forge alliances with dubious characters, confront dark sorcerers, and unravel ancient prophecies. At its core, the story challenges the very nature of heroism and the ethical dilemma of using the chalice’s power—whether to serve for the greater good or to succumb to the temptation of personal glory. As Alistair nears the chalice, the plot thickens with betrayals and revelations, culminating in a climactic battle that tests his valor and the true purpose of his quest. Each plot twist is carefully mapped to keep readers on their toes, inviting them to ponder the complexities of right and wrong. Characters "Characters in "The Golden Chalice" are crafted with significant depth, ensuring that each one adds a unique layer to the narrative. Sir Alistair, the protagonist, is portrayed as a brave and honorable knight, yet his character is not without flaws. His internal conflict and development are central to the story, as he grapples with the burden of his quest and the moral implications of power. Other notable characters include the enigmatic sorceress Lady Morgaine, whose motives remain shrouded in mystery, and whose influence on Alistair’s journey is pivotal. The character of Tyron, a mercenary with a hidden noble heart, provides a contrast to Alistair’s ideals, representing the grey areas of morality often found in human nature. Furthermore, the antagonist, a dark wizard named Vortigern, is a compelling character whose lust for the chalice’s power drives the central conflict of the narrative. Each character's dialogue, actions, and decisions are meticulously developed to reflect their motivations, creating a rich tapestry that engages readers with diverse personalities and intriguing dynamics. Writing Style The writing style of "The Golden Chalice" is rich and descriptive, employing a blend of lyrical prose and vivid imagery that transports readers directly into the medieval fantasy setting. The author uses a third-person omniscient point of view, which allows for a comprehensive understanding of characters’ thoughts and emotions, providing a multi-dimensional perspective of the unfolding drama. The careful attention to linguistic detail, particularly in the rendering of dialogue, captures the old-world aesthetic of the times and adds authenticity to the narrative.

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Title: Embrace the Legacy: Unveiling the Majesty of the Gothic Armour Suit of Archduke Sigismund

In the annals of history, certain artifacts transcend their material existence to become symbols of power, prestige, and timeless elegance. The Gothic Armour Suit of Archduke Sigismund is one such masterpiece, encapsulating centuries of craftsmanship and heritage within its meticulously forged contours. As we delve into the allure of this majestic ensemble, let us embark on a journey that celebrates not just a piece of armor, but a legacy of resilience, artistry, and noble heritage.

At the heart of this exquisite creation lies a profound story, one that echoes through the corridors of time. Crafted with unparalleled skill and attention to detail, each piece of the Gothic Armour Suit of Archduke Sigismund bears testament to the ingenuity of its creators. From the intricately etched motifs to the resilient construction, every element speaks of a bygone era where chivalry and honor reigned supreme.

But beyond its aesthetic grandeur, this armor embodies a deeper significance—one of strength in adversity and unwavering resolve. Just as Archduke Sigismund once donned this majestic suit to safeguard his realm, so too can we draw inspiration from its legacy to navigate the challenges of our own lives. In a world fraught with uncertainty, the Gothic Armour Suit serves as a reminder that true strength lies not just in physical prowess, but in the courage to face adversity head-on, armed with determination and resilience.

Moreover, this iconic ensemble serves as a beacon of heritage, bridging the chasm between past and present. As we don the mantle of history, we pay homage to those who came before us, honoring their sacrifices and preserving their legacy for generations to come. In a world where the march of progress threatens to erase the footprints of the past, the Gothic Armour Suit of Archduke Sigismund stands as a defiant testament to the enduring power of tradition and heritage.

Furthermore, this masterpiece of craftsmanship transcends mere utility to become a work of art in its own right. From the Gothic intricacies of its design to the timeless elegance of its silhouette, every aspect of this suit speaks of a meticulous attention to detail and a reverence for the craft. As we gaze upon its gleaming surface, we are reminded of the transformative power of art to elevate the human spirit and inspire awe in all who behold it.

In conclusion, the Gothic Armour Suit of Archduke Sigismund is more than just a piece of armor; it is a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit, the resilience of tradition, and the timeless allure of artistry. As we embrace its legacy, let us draw strength from its storied past, and let its timeless elegance inspire us to reach ever greater heights of excellence and achievement. For in the timeless echoes of its design, we find not just a relic of the past, but a beacon of hope for the future.

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✩ Painting and The Worth of Art: Hugues Merle and The World vs Artificial Art ✩

One of these is a Hugues Merle piece from the nineteenth century, one that sold for between two hundred and fifty to three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The other is AI art. Disturbingly, at a glance, the two are similar. They reflect a similar aesthetic of the post-renaissance and the composition of more romantic portraits. Even the use of light can be said to be similar, the focus of the light on both their faces. Alongside this, in the Hugues painting it comes from the window, in the AI it comes from the fire, both natural light sources displayed in the pieces.

When further analyzed, the mirage falls away. The AI art is too smooth to be anything but that, artificial and computer-made, while the Hugue piece shows brush strokes from hours and days, years, of painstaking work. Yet, they are still grossly similar, similar enough that they can be compared in the first place. They are similar enough that one has to pause and wonder which is which, real versus AI at least at a glance. 

That is degrading. It is degrading to any artist that a computer can spit out an image, an image inspired by hundreds of years of artistry, in seconds. Whereas Hugues spent what was likely years on his interpretation of Hamlet and Ophelia. He took a story and brought it to life, he spent time and money, and this was his life’s work. His entire life was painting, his collection is vast and famous across the globe, including pieces like Mary Magdalene in the Cave, which haunts Pinterest, Tumblr, and art history classes. The AI art on the left was prompted by what was likely a teenage girl who is too into fantasy novels, (she is relatable, do not get me wrong) but there is no effort put into this art. Is it art if there is not an idea, or at least a person, behind the creation? Is it art if there is no thought and effort, even Duchamp who presented a urinal as art signed his name, and had a distinct concept, even if it did not take him the years it took Hugues to produce? A computer and AI have none of that, humanity, concept, nor signature. It has, instead, swept the internet and taken fragments of the artists’ past, as many artists do, but rather than putting its spin on it, it cannot because it has no spin, it has no life.

Which is what makes this so confusing, and so disheartening. The AI art can quickly be decoded as just that, AI, but still it serves its purpose, with a glance it deceives the eye and mind as a piece that took work. AI will only get better, and its ability to render art will only get better, and grow greater, adding the mistakes that real artists cherish as a part of the process, and becoming more and more convincing. What will the difference be then? Will we be able to decipher a Rubens from a computer if we are not experts? Will we throw out the greats, (Very flawed humans, don’t get me wrong. Rubens married his 16-year-old niece when he was 53, but they were humans and wonderful artists I suppose.) who changed the meaning of art time and time again, for a computer that takes their very designs, because they are faster, more efficient, and smoother? Even though it is just a culmination of the humans that came before. Will it be the downfall of the very artists that built them? It shouldn’t be, but oftentimes humans seem to prefer efficiency and technology as opposed to art and credit where it is due.

Works Cited

Hugues Merle Paintings for Sale | Hugues Merle Art Value Price

Guide, www.invaluable.com/artist/merle-hugues- 6kmc4o2cj1/sold-at-auction-prices/. Accessed 20 May 2024

Pin from Luna on the art board: Renaissance paintings, vintage art,

historical art." Pinterest, 15 May 2024, pin.it/z2aIkV85u. 

Art Used: Hamlet and Ophelia by Hugues Merle

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Craig Alan's Mesmerizing Aerial Portraits: A Dive into the Artistry of Perception

Immerse yourself in the captivating world of Craig Alan, an artist whose work transcends the conventional boundaries of perception. Alan takes you on a visual journey with the intricate details of his art and prints, inviting you to see the world from a unique and awe-inspiring perspective.

The Artistry of Perception

Craig Alan, a celebrated contemporary artist, has become renowned for his breathtaking "Populus" series, which challenges the way we perceive the world around us. His distinctive approach involves creating large-scale portraits, each composed of numerous tiny human figures. The result is a breathtaking aerial view that comes together to form a larger-than-life image when observed from a distance.

The Man Behind the Art

Born and raised in San Bernardino, California, Craig Alan's artistic journey began at an early age. His innate talent was fostered through formal education at the University of Mobile, Alabama, where he honed his skills in fine arts. Alan's unique style emerged as a fusion of classical training and a penchant for pushing artistic boundaries.

For a more in-depth exploration of Craig Alan's artistic evolution, be sure to visit  Craig Alan Artist Page.

A Symphony of Miniature Figures

One cannot fully appreciate the genius of Craig Alan until standing in front of one of his "Populus" masterpieces. From a distance, the viewer is treated to an arresting image that appears almost photographic. It is only upon closer inspection that the true marvel of Alan's work is revealed – each intricate detail is a tiny, meticulously painted human figure, harmonizing to create a larger, cohesive whole.

Capturing Icons from Above

In his quest to redefine portraiture, Craig Alan has immortalized icons ranging from Marilyn Monroe to Audrey Hepburn and cultural symbols like the Statue of Liberty. Each portrait is a testament to his ability to capture not only the physical likeness but also the essence and aura of the subject.

Experiencing Craig Alan at Royal Street Fine Art

As proud custodians of Craig Alan's remarkable work, we at the Royal Street Fine Art gallery invite you to immerse yourself in the profound experience of his artistry. Our curated collection showcases a diverse array of his creations, each inviting you to ponder the intricate dance of perspective and perception.

For a glimpse into our exclusive Craig Alan collection and to bring a piece of this extraordinary art into your own space, explore Craig Alan Artist Page.

The Impact of Craig Alan's Art

Beyond its visual allure, Craig Alan's art prompts contemplation on the interconnected nature of humanity. The amalgamation of individual figures to form a cohesive whole serves as a powerful metaphor for the unity that binds us all. It's a testament to the idea that, from a different vantage point, we are all part of something greater.

Investing in Timeless Elegance

Owning a piece of Craig Alan's art is not just a possession; it's an investment in timeless elegance. The allure of his work lies in its ability to transcend trends, making each piece a lasting statement that evolves with the viewer over time.

Creating Your Own Narrative

Craig Alan's art invites you to become an active participant in the storytelling process. As you engage with each piece, consider the narrative it weaves and the emotions it evokes. Whether displayed in a private collection, corporate setting, or as a unique gift, his art becomes a dialogue between the artist and the observer.

Visit Royal Street Fine Art Today

To truly appreciate the intricacies of Craig Alan's art, we invite you to visit Royal Street Fine Art in Aspen. Our gallery provides a serene and inviting space where you can explore the nuances of each piece at your own pace. Our knowledgeable staff is on hand to provide insights into the artist's technique and the stories behind each creation.

In closing, we extend a warm invitation to experience the world of Craig Alan – an artist whose work transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary, offering a fresh perspective that transcends the boundaries of traditional portraiture. Visit Royal Street Fine Art and let the art of Craig Alan inspire and elevate your aesthetic senses. Explore Craig Alan original art and prints for sale, at the best art gallery in Aspen,Royal Street Fine Art, or call 970-920-3371.

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From Pixels to Art: Vinay Kumar Nevatia's Journey in AI Photography

In the ever-evolving realm of technology, where innovation continuously reshapes industries, one individual has carved a niche for himself in the fascinating intersection of artificial intelligence and photography. Meet Vinay Kumar Nevatia, a visionary whose journey from pixels to art has transformed the way we perceive and create images.

The Convergence of AI and Photography

Vinay Kumar Nevatia's fascination with photography began at a young age, but it was his deep-rooted passion for technology that led him down the path of exploring how AI could revolutionize this art form. With a background in computer science and a keen eye for aesthetics, he recognized the potential for AI to elevate photography beyond traditional boundaries.

Redefining Creativity

Through tireless research and innovation, Vinay Kumar Nevatia has contributed significantly to the field of AI photography. His work delves into the realms of image recognition, computer vision, and machine learning to develop AI-driven tools that empower photographers and artists. These tools not only enhance the creative process but also open up entirely new possibilities for visual storytelling.

AI-Enhanced Editing

One of Nevatia's remarkable contributions lies in AI-enhanced editing. His algorithms can analyze an image, detect flaws or imperfections, and seamlessly correct them. This technology not only saves time but also ensures that photographers can achieve their desired results with greater precision.

Empowering Artists

Vinay Kumar Nevatia is not content with simply pushing the boundaries of AI photography. He is equally passionate about democratizing this technology. Through educational initiatives and workshops, he aims to equip artists and photographers with the knowledge and tools to leverage AI effectively in their work. This commitment to empowering others has earned him respect and admiration within the creative community.

Ethical Considerations

Nevatia is acutely aware of the ethical implications of AI photography. He emphasizes the importance of responsible AI usage, ensuring that creativity remains a reflection of human intent rather than just an algorithmic outcome. His work embodies this ethical approach, encouraging a harmonious blend of human artistry and AI capabilities.

A Vision for the Future

As technology continues to advance at a rapid pace, Vinay Kumar Nevatia envisions a future where AI and photography coalesce seamlessly. He believes that AI can be a powerful tool for photographers, enhancing their creative processes and enabling them to produce stunning, thought-provoking images.

In the hands of visionaries like Vinay Kumar Nevatia, AI photography is not merely a technological endeavor but an artistic one as well. His journey from pixels to art serves as an inspiring testament to the boundless possibilities that emerge when technology and creativity intersect. Through his pioneering work, he has not only transformed the way we create and appreciate images but also ignited a passion for AI photography in others, promising a future where every picture is truly worth a thousand words.

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'On July 21, two long-anticipated films made their debut in theaters: Greta Gerwig’s “Barbie” and Christopher Nolan’s “Oppenheimer.”

As expected, each movie had a titanic showing at the box office. The biopic featuring the “father of the atomic bomb” has grossed over $700 million, while the movie starring the iconic Mattel doll has grossed over $1 billion, a first for a film led by a female director.

Since the announcement of their shared release date, the two films with polar opposite aesthetics have been joined at the hip. The internet has run rampant with funny jokes and memes asking viewers which movie they’ll see first. In the “Barbenheimer” War, are you on Team Barbie or Team Oppenheimer?

Each film is an achievement in artistry and filmmaking. Gerwig and Nolan should be proud of their respective films, as each serves as a stellar addition to their already fantastic careers. “Barbie” and “Oppenheimer” will surely rake in numerous prestigious award nominations once awards season begins.

However, I, admittedly, have been on Team Barbie since the beginning of the “Barbenheimer” War. While I fully expected Nolan’s biopic to be better than “Barbie,” I had clearly underestimated Gerwig’s ability to craft compelling, human-driven narratives. While both movies are marvelous in their own right, “Barbie,” in my view, does just Kenough for me to view it as the superior film.

First, the art design of “Barbie” is breathtakingly beautiful. Obviously, the movie is infinitely more vibrant than the mute, melancholy exterior of “Oppenheimer.” While that is no fault of Nolan’s film, I personally value color and art design in film very highly, and “Barbie” has such design in spades.

The movie occurs in two main settings: Barbieland and the Real World. In Barbieland, the environment is drenched in pink, from the roads, to the dreamhouses, to Barbie’s signature cruiser. The set design transported the audience into a life-size version of their childhood mini-Barbie neighborhood. The costume design, as well, is striking. While nearly every character is a version of Barbie or Ken, they all have unique looks that aid them in developing their own personalities. The film, simply put, is a gorgeous sight to behold.

Next, the ensemble is one of the film’s greatest strengths; specifically, Barbie, Ken and Gloria each have unique, engaging personalities that flourish thanks to their actors’ performances. Barbie, played by two-time Academy Award nominee Margot Robbie, is a character with greater depth than initially perceived. Robbie gives a phenomenal performance, as her subtle choices reveal more and more of the inner turmoil Barbie feels about death, the patriarchy and human complexity as the movie unfolds.

America Ferrara played Barbie’s real-life owner, Gloria, toiling away from anxiety over the prospect of death and neglect from her teenage daughter, which results in her playing with Barbie dolls again as a coping mechanism. Ferrara does impeccable work portraying the hardships of being a working mother. Her now-famous monologue to the Barbies, where she explained the complexities and impossible standards innate to being a human woman that they nevertheless have to reach, helps them snap out of their Ken-induced patriarchy trance.

The standout, in my view, though, is undoubtedly Ryan Gosling’s Ken. Gosling gives what I believe is an Oscar-worthy performance throughout the film. He devours every second of his screen time with hilarious line deliveries and over-the-top acting.

While his acting is exaggerated and cartoonish, he’s able to imbue the character with enough emotional depth that the audience still feels connected to Ken. He perfectly captured every wrinkle of Ken’s character: he’s naive, vindictive and shallow, and it all stems from his desire to get Barbie to notice him.

Her lack of attention makes him jealous and angry, and after witnessing the Real World’s rampant patriarchy and sexism, overturns Barbieland’s established sociopolitical systems in favor of a system that allows the Kens to rule.

Each of these characters serves as the film’s emotional core, and the actors did wonderful jobs bringing these fictional beings to life.

Most of all, what makes “Barbie” such a great movie and ultimately makes it better than “Oppenheimer” are the movie’s themes. Going into the theater, I expected a lighthearted family film about the popular plastic doll; I never expected to be met with such an introspective piece with witty Easter eggs of humor. Gerwig and her co-writer Noah Baumbach penned a film consumed with themes of patriarchy, family and what it means to navigate these issues daily as a human being.

Through Barbie’s perspective, the audience gets to see the violence of patriarchy and male insecurity: we see familial struggles between a mother and daughter with different views of the world; and finally, we see Barbie experience humanity’s messy, gushy, sometimes frightening entanglement of thoughts and emotions that never truly go away.

The Barbies save Barbieland from Ken’s tyranny. Ken gets to develop as his own person and break away from the societal expectation of being just Barbie’s boyfriend. Gloria and her daughter got to save Barbieland and grow closer. There’s no such satisfying conclusion for Barbie but, instead, a new beginning.

In the final scene, Barbie took the hands of her creator, Ruth, and experienced the full spectrum of human emotion. She asked Ruth if she can be human, and Ruth said she doesn’t need to ask to be human.

Therein lies the theme of humanity that resides at the movie’s core: as humans, we don’t have to ask to live, we just do, and by being alive we engage in what all of life has to offer at all times, both good and bad.

Nolan’s “Oppenheimer” is a remarkable work of art, and I’d understand if some audiences feel more drawn to it than Gerwig’s film. However, very few films could top “Barbie’s” emotional resonance. The design, acting and themes are all brought together masterfully under Gerwig’s direction. The film made me laugh, nearly cry and most importantly, think about my place as a human being in the world. I wholeheartedly loved the movie and I fully believe it is the superior film to “Oppenheimer.”

Ironically, a movie about a plastic, lifeless doll is one of the few pieces of tremendous media that captures the joys and tribulations of being human.'

[notmuchtoconceal]

The name Belial -- represents the sum total of all the projections internalized and played with by Poseidon/Enki courtesy of his brother, the petty, manipulative perennially martial SkyDouche.

What Poseidon/Enki wants you to do is a live a life of joy and meaning, in service to your own and the collective ideals, playing your part to expand consciousness through art, study, theater, sports, poetry music and tech and of course, these components being the cultural make-up of diverse and independent people groups, Free Father has his own warlike aspect, as to somehow think one can live freely without conflict is absurd.

Conflict is inevitable and one ought get familiar with it, as one would the mechanisms of a bomb, if one wishes to learn to defuse.

Life is Joy. Life is Being. Life is All You Will Know of This World.

What Poseidon/Enki's brother the SkyDouche wants you to be is a completely brainrotted, trauma-fractured mind-controlled zombie who functions as a living battery. You're a fuel source. You're being farmed. Natural Law, the Enforcement of Boundaries, Protection, and Community are pretenses when coercively reinforced to deny you your potential and you already know this. If one Values Their People, They Value Their People. That's what your God Most High Is Doing To You.

Not That He Is. Of Course Poseidon/Enki's brother ain't God Most High.

He wants to keep you ignorant of everything, as close as he can to your primeval state of animal bliss -- the False Garden of Eden -- where you act unwittingly and autonomously, in child-like reverence of your deceitful father, who has no want to nourish you, but for basting.

Poseidon/Enki knows, that through the gradual exploration and expansion of consciousness, human beings make themselves Gods and Make the Earth More Like Heaven.

Redemption comes through Growth, not Decay.

To put it simply, there are two different philosophies at play in the world and in your life:

One which says any deviance from the norm will, de facto, lead to degeneration because any deviance from as close to a simulacrum of the state of nature (this involves artistry, though encourages a lack of it, as successful mimalism is best described as a dialing-back; implying a reservoir of greater knowledge fortified and preserved) -- will inevitably lead to a state of sloth and neglect, for the inherent weakness of the human soul can never be overcome, so you shouldn't even try. This is because 'state of nature' in this line of argument is little more than a morass of the speaker's personal inclinations and fetishes if they cannot use the sum total of their learning to reconstruct nature for an audience, as all learning is itself corruption, so the speaker is, in a sense, trying to describe something they, by their own definition, have no capacity to describe, and anyway, you need to know your place, because I own you, you're on the clock, and nobody's ever gonna pay you to think.

Then another which gestures at the fact that we're all in this mess together, so we should probably try to pool our resources.

There will be a time, some day, some epoch from now, where we will be fully conscious -- where a majority of mankind will attain the state of higher vibrational enlightenment achieved by the great mystics of history -- and it shall be easier for us to love one another, for we may again trust in leaders and common bonds, knowing them to be less corruptible for the Good is the Good of the Earth, until that time comes again -- your willingness to forget always tempting -- where the corruption takes root and spreads and all we will build once more is ravished.

If a better world weren't possible, we'd still be in the jungle.

Fuckin simple, kids.

[webscarlet]

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[ghirahimbo]

"2. Suddenly pulling them in for a dance." - Ghiralink, perhaps? (Sorry incase that's not really your thing anymore! Feel free to pick another ship <3)

Yeah… yeah, that’s still my thing T-T lol, thanks for the prompt! This one was fun 😊

Post-canon, vague master/sword AU, ghiralink-ish

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The spirit maiden danced with a grace befitting her divine origins, little though Ghirahim liked to admit it. Moving so lightly through the lively steps that her feet might have been floating, he could almost believe that she still bore Hylia's feathered wings on her back, tucked somewhere outside of physical sight. Link danced like a log in comparison—though on second appraisal, Ghirahim had to give him more credit than that. The boy wasn't stomping on Zelda’s toes, after all, unlike Fledge dancing nearby with poor Karane. Link's style consisted of accuracy without artistry, though with enough enthusiasm to almost make up for it. How odd that all his light-footedness seemed reserved for the more violent dance of swords, where he moved nimbly enough to keep even Ghirahim on his toes… a nod to his true calling, perhaps?

Privately savoring the notion, Ghirahim lounged against the wall of a newly erected building, only half noticing the wary looks he received as he watched the festivities unfold. These Skyloftians-turned-surface dwellers still feared him, despite the months he had served already as their hero's sword—a primal fear, perhaps, unless that fool Groose had secretly run off at the mouth. Link and Zelda had agreed from the start that certain aspects of Ghirahim’s past were best kept hidden, his previous master and role in Zelda’s disappearance highest among them. He had certainly not done anything overtly threatening to the residents of this tiny, budding village—and yet, they feared him.

The whole situation fell well beneath his notice, though he’d caught Link frowning over it more than once. Link was frowning at him now, Ghirahim realized, directing it over Zelda’s shoulder as they turned in sync, and he met it with a scornful expression of his own. What had Link expected him to do here tonight? Mingle?

The music finally paused as the lively song wound to its end, prompting the dancing couples to bow and switch partners (in Karane’s case with remarkable alacrity). Link leaned in towards Zelda, whispering something in her ear before vanishing into the milling throng, and Ghirahim half raised an eyebrow. Likely he'd just gone for more food, though Link might have finally tired of this tedious celebration. Compared to the more demonic gatherings Ghirahim knew, this less raucous human affair contained a disappointing (if expected) lack of bloodshed—though of course, those had often erupted haphazardly in the throes of battles won. Not like this one, which commemorated nothing more than the laboriously slow growth of food and its eventual harvest.

Another song started up, slower than the last but no less cheerful. Fledge had moved on to his next victim, some girl in a bandana and horrifically flared pants whose name Ghirahim had never bothered to learn. Zelda had produced a harp, wandering to join the musicians with plucked out harmonies that flowed from her fingers with ease, and Link…

Ghirahim frowned when Link’s bobbing green hat still had not emerged among the dancers. The food tables remained conspicuously absent of green, as well. If Link thought he could escape on his own while leaving Ghirahim here waiting—

A hand grabbed his arm, pulling him from his perch by the wall, and if he hadn’t had that hand memorized from the hundreds of times it had gripped his hilt, Ghirahim might have expressed his surprise in regrettably drastic fashion. Instead he let it pull him through the crowd until they reached their apparent destination, and it slid down his arm to grasp his own blackened hand, while another reached up to rest lightly on his shoulder.

Ghirahim blinked. Link smiled blandly up at him.

"Care to dance?" he asked, a bit too late for etiquette's sake considering that the dance had already started. Link's cheeks shone pink from the exertion of tromping around with Zelda, and his messy hair, mercifully absent the hat that always covered it, felt deceitful in how easily it had disguised his presence. Sweat clung to the base of those dark blonde locks—the reason for the hat's removal?

Ghirahim's legs moved automatically through the simple steps as he considered his young master, who made a brave attempt at leading with that unfortunate portion of his usual grace.

"Presumptive of you," he murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the din of laughter and music. "Any particular motive for such impertinence?"

Link had the nerve to look confused.

"You like to dance," he said, as if that was answer enough. Perhaps it was. Link wore his cheerful naiveté like a cloak sometimes, and even Ghirahim couldn't always sort out how much of it was real, and how much artifice. "Someone had to ask you?"

The hint of a question?

A number of potential reactions ran through Ghirahim's mind, considered and discarded in quick succession. He could extract himself easily enough, leaving Link clutching nothing but vanishing diamonds. He could also stand stubbornly still, refuse to dance, and let Link discover just how easily he could drag around a sword that didn't want to move. He could reject Link quietly—dramatically—at knifepoint, even—but…

A quick glance around revealed their audience. Though most had the sense not to stare openly, nearly every couple surrounding them shared the same nervous, almost scandalized smile, as if they feared the consequence of making their amusement too obvious. The spirit maiden in particular watched him closely, keeping a pointed eye on him over her harp though her lips shared the same bland smile as Link.

There would be no consequence, of course—Ghirahim wouldn't risk this precarious arrangement with Link simply to save face in front of some humans—yet neither could he let anyone think him scared off by something as innocuous as an invitation to dance. The steps themselves were straightforward enough, easily gleaned through his brief time spent observing… and as Link had pointed out, he did enjoy it.

His lips curved into a grin.

"I accept your request," Ghirahim said, and the moment Link started to relax, added, "but I will not be led."

Link's eyes barely had the chance to widen before Ghirahim spun him around, reversing the position of their hands.

Backpedaling to match Ghirahim's smooth advance, Link's startled face swiveled between watching Ghirahim and his own two feet in a desperate attempt to avoid being trampled. Lack of practice in this secondary role made him even less sure of his steps than before, though Ghirahim managed to steer them without incident through the greater pattern of dancing couples, humming in amusement as Link fought with surprise against an unexpected dip backwards.

"Come now, Link, have I ever allowed you to wield me with so little poise?" he hissed, the tip of his tongue whipping out mockingly as he raised Link back up. "If you favor only my sword with your attempts at finesse, I will begin to be jealous of myself."

Face red now from more than mere exertion, Link opened his mouth as if to protest—and closed it again, his lips forming a thin line of determination. An abrupt change swept over him, as drastic as if a switch had been pressed, and his stance shifted along with his center of gravity. Back straight with just a hint of fluidity, eyes blazing with the same defiance that had caught Ghirahim’s interest from the very start, Link danced, the superior reflexes he showed in battle at last made manifest.

Ghirahim's own eyes glowed. So Link had finally remembered that he held a sword.

"You've been holding out on me," he whispered, uncertain if Link could hear him or not. Experimentally, he directed Link with a light hint of pressure through a gliding spin, and found him as responsive an opponent as ever. "I should punish you for that."

Except that Link had held out on the spirit maiden first, and only for Ghirahim revealed his true potential. There was a pattern to that, he decided, glancing once more at Zelda and relishing in her look of surprise. Her chosen hero could never have defeated Demise without trying himself again and again on Ghirahim's sword first, and he hoped at times that his necessity haunted her.

The music picked up in pace and volume, the steps coming quick and intense. Link said nothing—he never did in the midst of battle, as silent as stone and just as unyielding—but perspiration broke out in beads along his face, trailing down the edge of his jaw. His hair swept and stuck in strange patterns across his forehead, disheveled but not wholly unappealing. Link might still have lacked a certain flair to his movements, too direct and to the point for Ghirahim's taste… but style could be taught. Idly, Ghirahim considered other dances he might teach this man if he was amenable, of perhaps less wholesome origins—dances whose quick, subtle movements pushed the bounds of even his own abilities, requiring strength in muscles Link likely didn't know existed. What was a dance without challenge, after all… without something a little more physical?

For now they moved through this tamer dance of Hylia's people, both withdrawing and rejoining as the pattern of steps demanded. The outer world fell away as their attention narrowed in on small details—the clash of eyes and brush of skin—blue on black and flushed tan on cool, steely gray—

And the music ended in a moment of silence that rang out unexpectedly. Laughing chatter burst to life, as abrupt as it was unwelcome, and the spell between them broke. Panting, looking slightly dazed, Link gave Ghirahim a bow that he returned with almost his usual smoothness, convincing himself that he had not been nearly so affected.

"Satisfied?" he asked softly, with the hint of a smirk—and was taken aback by the positively sly look Link gave him in response.

“Well…”

Brushing his hands together and placing them on his hips, Link gave a show of looking around meaningfully, and only then did Ghirahim realize how the tenor of the voices surrounding them had changed. Those glances sent his way felt more curious now than wary, and the bubble of instinctive fear surrounding him had all but vanished—his presence made human in their eyes at last by his part in the harvest dance.

"It's a start," Link decided, wiping sweat from his brow and settling his pointed green hat at a jaunty angle on his head. "I’m done dancing for the night, but you keep going if you want. You looked like you were having fun.”

With a wink, he turned to leave, and Ghirahim couldn't help but admire his exit. Link really was as conniving as any demon he’d ever met at times, though to completely different ends.

A nervous cough caught his attention, and he glanced down to see Fledge looking up at him anxiously. From the flurry of motion around them, it was time to switch partners for the next dance.

“U-um,” he managed to squeak out. His face, torn between pale white and deep red, had settled on both in splotches. “Everyone else is, so do you… I mean, are we supposed t-to…?”

Ghirahim snapped, leaving Fledge gaping at vanishing diamonds, and as he left caught the edges of Link's laughter. Conniving indeed, he thought, though at least in that as in so much else they were equally matched.