#{ v;this mess that i am }

[pidgydraws]

🌻 in any life 🌻

the character redesigns in Trigun Stampede finally caused my brain to realize all of the similarities between two of my most beloved ships: Vash and Wolfwood, and Touya and Yukito. Both, just a couple a sad boys - one of them inhuman and one of them with inhuman powers - trying to find a way to be together and protect the people they love from forces way outside of their control.

[mytardisisparked]

"We lost nine minutes"

[natasha-in-space]

So I'm replaying Ray's After ending rn, and it got me thinking that what I adore so much about Rika as an antagonist is just how damn scary she can be. I always found those who cause harm with good intentions (at least in their point of view) much scarier than those who hurt you with pure intention on hurting you. I think the best example of it is this CG in particular:

Look at that. Such a loving, gentle expression on her face. Probably kissing his forehead. Because she loves him. Heck, without any context, this CG looks even sweet, if you think about it. And yet, all that is while Saeyoung is forcefully sedated on a powerful concoction of drugs even a trained agent like him can't do anything about (and Saeyoung WAS definitely trained to deal with this sort of thing, hence it's mentioned that this is a 'special' kind of drugs). He looks miserable. Bags under his eyes, his expression pained and troubled, even his hair is paler than usual. All that as a direct result of her actions. But she's utterly blind to it. What's scarier, is that she knowingly shuts off her understanding of what's really happening. She's not oblivious to it at all. She just chooses not to see it that way. Simply because she doesn't want to.

Rika is the type of antagonist that will cup your cheek into her warm hand with the most loving of smiles on her face, all while you are getting elixir poured down your throat. Even whispering to you that you're doing great, that the pain will soon pass, and that she can't wait to see you reach the happiness she knows you deserve. I won't be surprised if she even cried genuine tears of compassion during some ceremonies for her believers. All while being the sole reason behind their suffering.

And that's... God, that's terrifying to me. I love that about her.

Rika Kim, they could never make me hate you

[puckpocketed]

15/11/2024 - WSH @ COL

Dubois when asked about linemate Connor McMichael -> (˵ ‘• v •`˵)

You've got a front row seat to what Connor's done. What's gone into him having the heater that he's on right now? Yeah, it's - I don't want it to stop, nobody does, especially me and - and Tom, I think, so, whatever he needs we're there for him. Um, I had my hands up in the air, I thought he had that one at the end, but, when you're hot it's just a matter of time, so, y'know he missed that one but he'll get one - hopefully he'll get one next game.

[lanternlightss]

okay .. take two !!!

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[yakumtsaki]

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[nihilismtrcit]

did nora clean or unpack anything today? no. did she write? also no. she did have beer for breakfast, though

[angelpuns]

I am better now but still not sure about if I will get to draw or not so warning about updates still stand

[psychopomperanian]

@praxieserver's Wilson Pearce generally does not like being touched, but daniel keeps insisting on sitting entirely too close

i was so indecisive about their expressions that i made an animatic that combined all the options under consideration:

[ferret-does-stuff]

Matthias' Weibo Backstory: i google translated it so it might not be accurate. Spoiler warning!

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

since theres a vague chance that order call might have some divine comedy guys show up i thought id redraw a very old comic about confusing peoples names

[themosthatedbeingg]

With the bond between her and Divine Lucifer broken, she had a feeling that some divine force, likely God, did not want her to be with her love. Her chest ached at the thought of it. Here, she risked leaving her little voided prison, being out of everyone's way, only to be shoved aside and feeling as if some sort of dread in her soul if she dared to go near Lucifer.

She could take a hint and knew how to read a room, despite how much it hurt.

Writing out a letter to him only added salt to the wound, but she knew it to be done.Blurred crimson eyes blinked repeatedly as she fought back tears. Reading over the letter once more, she folded it neatly and pressed her lips against the parchment, leaving a black mark before leaving it on his pillow, along with a golden ring that had their names engraved on the inside of the ring.

"Goodbye..my love. Take care of yourself."

Taking a breath, she created a crimson portal and left for the living world.

Contents of the letter:

"Dearest Lucifer, I'm not exactly sure what happened, but shortly after you brought me here, you left my side and I suddenly felt a loss of our connection. There are few who can break our bond and if my hunch is right, a divine being cut our contract. I knew I should've stayed in my little jailed corner. But..what is done is done. There is no going back. I can read the room and I know I am not welcomed. It breaks my heart to know this, but I shall live on. I will find a home somewhere with a view. Know that you were a bright light for me that I dared to reach out for. It burned me in the end, once more, but it was worth it to have a stolen moment or two with you. Now our hearts must be separated. There is no joy within me as I compose this letter. I do not blame you for wanting to separate. Our past wasn't the best and I did often taunt you for your angelic authority. Still, the rules that have carried on here as well, and I do not wish to cause another war. I apologize if the loss of our connection is my fault. My mouth sometimes runs away from me. Know that I have and always will love you, my darling angel. I was going to suggest that we marry someday but now I see that there is no longer a possibility. Please take this ring I had made for you I have no use for it now. Destroy it or sell it..or whatever you wish. The choice is yours. I think somewhere in Scotland would be nice. I hear the scenery there is breathtaking this time of year. I wish you well on your future, and please take care of yourself. Farewell, Lucifer, my love. Eternally yours, Lilith Arada Demonica." 💋

He could feel Lilith’s presence around the bunker like a growing sense of panic and longing , both emotions warring within him , something he was used to when it came to her , part of him had always been afraid of her but also deeply truly loved her .

It was something he couldn’t shake off , how do you stop loving someone you were made for, your very soul just for them . Even if they hurt you, again and again .

It was part of his very creation wasnt it ? —- Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?, ( Hebrews 1:14)

And who better to inherit salvation then the first humans, ever since he first laid eyes on them, on Lilith he knew his place was by her feet. Wasn’t it?

And yet these past few weeks ever since the test started when they met eachother again after eons of being apart after having her words twist his mind and heart and leave their painful and loving marks on his body and soul wrapping around him and warping his view of himself and of his world , till tunnel vision had him seeing only her and hearing only her words , a sucker for all her lies and truths, she had almost had him completely had him ready to isolate and devote himself only to her .

And then last minute he had managed to break the hold only a little but enough slack to get her to trust him like he fully trusted her , to let her let him have enough of a leash to come and go and invite her along with him and look where it got them.

He stared at the letter having read it over and over with shaking hands, his chest was on fire the old scar inflamed and searing his heart .

She was leaving him .. again, He was failing her again he had hurt her again. He hasn’t had a chance to explain why he had to go all of a sudden and when he tried to warn her about taking matters into her own hands he had been snatched by his father a Version of his father that still left him with nightmares and their connection severed , the feeling of being so close to a permeant death and the cause was the very person he trusted his soul to.

And then the edict the curse on them .. he couldn’t even attempt to make this right to explain why .. and now she was leaving thinking he hated her .. did he ? He didn’t know how to answer that question .

How could you hate the person you were made to serve to love , it would be like hating his father ! Unthinkable .

And yet a small part of him had started to grow frustrated with her, with how she constantly made him feel loved and isolated at the same time , how her words could make and break him in ways no one would understand.

He gripped the ring tightly, tears welling up in his eyes , it wasn’t fair he couldn’t even apologize to her .. to talk to her to get a proper apology back. To hear her voice again to have it weave those words that wrapped around his mind like the coils of a snake .

The first humans always had such a sway on their kind it seems , there was only other person who truly understood that , Lute .

She was the only one who truly understood him who shared his love of one of the first humans, who knew what it felt like to be made for someone , to love even when it burned you. He needed her but he couldn’t even breathe right the moment his chest aching like he was being stabbed again his breathe coming in wheezing gasps , the ring in his palms burning with the weight of what it held but he was unable to part with it , Like Lute had been unable to let go of Adam’s shard.

Crumpling to the floor of his room he let out a strangled scream.

Just like with their failed Cycle his beloved had left him with his chest aching and his breathing growing shallower only he couldn’t have the comfort of her embrace this time as he fell apart .

He was so sorry Lilith.

Muse mention: @danger-tits-lute

[mattzerella-sticks]

Thinking about the current X-Men serieses, and how they have framed Rogue and Cyclops as the new Xavier and Magneto. And I have to laugh at the beautiful storytelling set-up of -

Xavier's first student, his most loyal soldier, who Xavier most likely considers as a son (more than his own tbh) and who he had hoped would follow in his footsteps, becoming the successor to the role Xavier's best friend took on during one of their many 'splits' as he rails against the system.

The daughter of Magneto's most trusted General, who was a member of the Brotherhood of 'Evil' Mutants, whose power is 'stealing' others' abilities and life force dedicating herself to protecting the world and guiding its people to a future of harmony and understanding while playing within the system.

The narrative symbolism is just 😘

[chronicallychthonic]

came back from work and so tired and my bed (I mean, the bed I've been sleeping in) is all twisted into a kind of nest and full of crumbs and trash Again!!

[pomfiores]

coming up real quick to quietly put a note that I am going back to work in 8 days. I was on a medical leave and it gave me creative inspiration but it's dwindling as the work days approach.

vil + my other blog are kind of... personal in a sense I don't feel I need to rush to be here or anything. but still I'd like to inform friends :') and ty for engaging whenever I can pass through.

[nomsfaultau]

RELIGION? IN MY DSMP? MORE LIKELY THEN YOU THINK

Anyways would you like to have a debate like Ancient Greek scholars about religious imagery on the DSMP

“…and every revival only births a perversion of the original, and yet a return to form and renewal of the mission. Wilbur brought back to ambition, Tommy to fear, Techno to anarchy. This is because they were not properly revived through holy means, instead in symbols associated with satanic imagery; a grimoire, a totem. The revival book’s association with Dream echos ideas of Satan offering power that ultimately corrupts. Other symbols of Christianity show up beyond souls, revival, and satanic imagery, likewise tied to Dream. In the garden of Eden—”

“Golden apple as a symbol of the temptation of power! Of course of course! Knowledge as power, the fall of man from grace. This shows particular on the summit meeting between Techno and Dream, wherein a god apple is given by Dream. This falls neatly into parallel with Eden, where Eve is lured with the promise of having the same wisdom and thus power as god. It is the temptation presented, power promised in the same breath as suffering and conflict…”