#The Sand Verses

[dragonofeternal]

more thoughts about TSV x Trigun (or like one thought)

Comparisons/parallels/analogs between Stampede!Vash's overgrowth of roots and flora after being mindwiped by Knives and Paige's attempt to create a god of mercy and martyrs that steals sacrifices from other gods

Vash as this character who is all about mercy and kindness to others being turned into a weapon to rape his sisters and destroy humanity. An overflow of flora that eventually crystallizes into something that destroys an entire city and all the lives within it. He's a gate, he's a vessel, he's an instrument to see Knives's vision realized into this world.

Paige's attempt to make something incorruptible in a world that breeds and breathes and feeds on the corruption of the body and soul. Something meant to save people from being forced into a transmogrification against their will that grows forth a thing that the press can call "The Tree of Spite." A god that seems to operate less on actual mercy and succor and more on destruction between predator and prey, whose sanctifications spill out not just from it's stolen sacrifices but to surrounding wildlife, skewering seabirds with flowering crocus growing from the fish they try to consume.

Even the fucking sanctifying prayer for Paige's god has vibes of that scene, though honestly, more like Vash is being unwillingly sainted by Knives's ideas of the universe.........

I will die today. I will not die helpless. My death will not amount to nothing. My hand will draw the marks of my revolt. My flesh shall take the great shape of my revenge. I will steal myself away from their intent for me. My blood will not ripen their soil, nor shall my body blossom into their chosen colours. I will bring them fear instead. My death today shall be the quiver in the executioner’s hand tomorrow, the wavering doubt in the mind of the justice. I will be hallowed, but not for them. I will die. I will not die.

Or, as my dear friend @arahith far more eloquently put it on discord when I messaged these deranged thoughts to him:

What is the moral immune system of a world? There's a problem, people are hurting, but will this fever cure or kill?

This is probably incoherent to people who haven't listened to The Silt Verses and for that I truly apologize LOLLLLL.

(Uhhhh for those who like Trigun and are intrigued by my rambling here, Saints in TSV are a particular sort of human sacrifice in which a person (willing or unwilling) is transmogrified into a body horror-tastic reflection of a god as a form of worship or punishment or weapon. There are Saints that are mostly sacrifices (turn that dude who was gonna rat you out to the feds for illegal worship into a shrimp!!!), Saints who willingly undertake such transformations to become beacons or weapons for their faiths, Saints who are propped up like living reliquaries and you're left to wonder 'hey did your brother actually want to be turned into a horrible ink spewing maggot for your god of rotting parchment and secrets or did you just do this for some reason all your own????')

Anyway sorry for the rambling it will probably happen again LOLLLL

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i tried to play into tumblr's automatic video looping but you can also watch it on youtube with subtitles for the dialogue, it's not that important, it's more about the idea of the loop than the experience

[rickmeister]

Here's some additional Spider-Verse/Spider-Sona refs I did for my own universe!! Meet the crew!!

[veganslenderman]

The scene where Carpenter and Faulkner discover the Wither Mark at Bellwethers except its Arin's LOOK WHAT WE'RE FUCKING DEALING WITH rant from Game Grumps.

[per-oceanum]

Look. At. Them. LOOK AT THEM!!!!!

@namaeekaki did such an amazing job with Croc & @aamaranthiine 's Thea and I'm just!!! Ugh, my HEART.

[pensivespacepirate]

i really hope they do a season 3 recap for the fun of it…………

[questionsandqueriesdotpng]

Nah I feel like some of y’all are getting this so wrong. I don’t think it’s correct to say that “earth 42 miles was supposed to be spider man” and “our miles is supposed to be prowler” it’s literally they could’ve been either or none at all. The fact that they “swapped places” shows that. We can’t all for sure say that if our miles wasn’t bitten he would’ve been prowler. It’s possible, but we have no way of knowing. But that’s also like the whole point right? Miles is fighting against the idea of a canon event and a predestined path, which aligns with the idea of the potential to be either prowler or spider man or neither. If the first movie was “anyone can wear the mask” then this movie is “what happens when people don’t believe you should” and saying that there’s a strict order everyone and everything has to follow. We got to allow some flexibility, unpredictability, and wiggle room here. It’s all about the butterfly effect people. Anything can happen.

[braincrabart]

Mosquito, Sand Fly, and a Ichor Fly (made up species) More ocs im in love with who i really need to pick names out for ough Always open to suggestions!

[elysian-scribbles]

SANDS OF TIME

And yet I trudge forward,

Trying to buy sand for my hourglass,

Seeking to grasp moments

As they slip through my fingers,

To hold onto the fleeting essence of existence.

But time, relentless and unforgiving,

Marches onward, heedless of the struggles

Each grain of sand a reminder

Of mortality, that every moment is both precious

And fleeting.

Yet still, I press on,

A whisper against the inevitable,

Not to defy it's embrace,

But to embrace it fully,

To dance with it in the ephemeral mirage of life

~ W

[tinycowboybro]

Love by Paradox mentioned in Vice Versa‼️‼️

this is so random but I never realized, Talay’s favorite song that he mentions in ep 2 when trying to see if he and Puen are portkeys is the same song Sand sings at the party in Only Friends !!

aaahhhh!!!

now i’m just thinking about sand and talay bonding over similar music tastes.. lol

[haiiling]

@fasciinating

[nomadicscratches]

"Wind Wraith"

.

I remember when my

unbroken skin

could graze against granite.

Whether weathered by time

or tribulation,

I miss most the rock

which felt me back.

.

And you weren't a stone at all,

were you, love?

Now, but a memory,

desperate to keep from fading

like the imprint of a fossil

crudely excavated

by the sweating hands of an amateur.

.

I remember yes,

when my unbroken skin

were something tangible,

something other than

a hollow vestibule, keeping company

with only the wind, when its breezy mood

so chooses.

.

The seasons,

like the love I felt before I fell

have all fallen away.

A harmless haunt here, I remain,

so that even a grain

of your legacy may stay.

.

DLMC 5/30/2024

[reddawnmultimuse]

. continuation of this | @hana-akari

Sasori was so happy when that damnable fire alarm was finally silenced. Why he didn't think of doing that himself? Sure, he had lived here for a few years now, but it was still Sakura's house, and he could do without her bitching at him for breaking shit. And when they were finally getting on, too. Sasori had to say that his temper had quieted a lot since the "incident". Also, now that Saori and Sorell were walking and talking. He didn't want them parroting things to each other or back at them. So, he minded his language and attitude.

"She did," Sasori sighed, looking down at the ashen leftovers of Sakura's dinner. It looks like they'd be ordering take-out again. He wasn't a chef. So, if he couldn't heat it up in the over or microwave, it was fast food. "It was lasagna." He switched on the water to soak the burnt food in case it spontaneous erupted into flames again. Knowing his luck, it would.

As he turned back towards Sakura, he was taken aback when he pulled him down in order to pepper his face with kisses. It was so out-of-the-blue. They weren't affectionate with each other, at all. Hell, they hadn't been intimate either since twins were born. So, while he was a little suspicious of her behaviour, he wasn't going to deny her. Plus, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little chubbed up by her use of "daddy".

As Sakura went to check on the babies, Sasori finished cleaning up "dinner" and laid out a bunch of take-out menus for her to browse. He'd go pick it up. He could use a little fresh air. It'd been a long day. He had a headache. So, he left to his bedroom to find pain medication. After finding a bottle, he chewed a handful of pills and sat down, massaging his temples to ease his head.

[wiwiurikawa]

ok but "how did you love" by shinedown is sooo darklina coded. Especialy it reminds me when aleksander told alina that if she will become a queen people would start to hate her after decads.

[stormtheartistsstuff]

I’m gonna get back on the Monster Hunter stuff eventually, I just got animation motivation back

[two-thrones]

"An annoying setback, this."

The words permeate throughout the Sand Creature's mind, waylaying his own thoughts just as effectively as if the other man who had given voice to them were flesh and blood, standing right next to him instead of the disembodied sentience that he currently was. Xenres would sigh, only he'd end up with sand in his mouth.

Glowing eyes squinting against the onslaught of dirt and debris, one structure stands out among the others, a vague shape in the worsening storm, yet still discernibly a large stable; the front of the building left wide open but deep enough to offer shelter from the elements to the animals presumably inside.

An easy entrance makes for an easy exit, and Xenres quickly ducks around the corner, getting off the streets and out of the path of the gale. It's precisely what one might expect; a series of stalls lined up along one wall, with miscellany to care for the horses scattered about. Only the stalls are empty. Idle steps carry him farther in, the Sand Creature offering a quiet response to the personality in his head, spoken aloud: "Yes, well. You, of all people, know you can't control a sandstorm."

A seemingly innocuous enough comment, judging by the moment of silence from the other, it's taken as anything but. "A shame that it isn't something harmless, then, like rain— oh, wait."

At that, it's Xenres' turn to stare, unamused, at the various tools on the wall in front of him, although before he can quip back, another presence is suddenly felt in the center of the room behind him. Body tensing, he wheels around, fully anticipating to find an arrow or sword aimed at his face.

@origami-assassin, a starter that's long overdue