#atheists ship

[cvbullshit]

As always;

Songs will be added, removed, and replaced if needed

[roses-ink-dipped-pen]

Mad scientist Villain who doesn’t believe in supernatural beings meets their new archnemesis: an archangel

[meowdred]

i forgot i drew this LMAOOOOOO this is essentially how i write galahad and mordred's dynamic

[rey-jake-therapist]

"Shipping Galadriel and Sauron is like shipping Satan with the Virgin Mary"

Well first it's technically wrong because Morgoth was the Satan-like figure, not Sauron who was only his most fervent admirer, and if anything Galadriel was rather a Mary Magdalene figure than the Virgin Mary, she has sinned more than once and is banished from Valinor (Heaven) for this reason.

Second thank you for putting the idea of Satan and Mary in my head I actually love it, yum ! They're all fictional to me so see if I care....

[i-eat-deodorant]

Tell me about your onions.

here's an onion. i'm so funny.

ahem.

ok real talk though i've been doing a couple brief dives into the reincarnation aspect of buddhism/hinduism, which haven't been super applicable to COTL so far. which is a shame, bc it has such an interesting take on rebirth and resurrection within the nature of religion.

in COTL, death is seen as semi-permanent and a boon. lamb uses it to their advantage via the nature of game protagonists being able to restart from a save point when they died. the ritual of resurrection is groundbreaking for followers, and i headcanon that the ritual of rebirth is the main reason why TOWW got imprisoned. it is very much a loaded gun in the COTL world.

but buddhism treats rebirth as not only a nature of living, but something that needs to be escaped from. literally something that one must fight to be unshackled from, to break past samsara and reach ascension via nirvana. it's such an interesting viewpoint to consider and explore, especially bc my interpretation of lamb has them never being willing to become this resurrecting figure in the first place. as much as the red crown has been a boon for them, it's also acted as a bind. they will always have both their mortal and godly vices.

in both hinduism and buddhism there are multiple schools of thought that tackle the continuuity of resurrection, aka "what is carried over when one is reborn?"

now suppose narinder did not carry everything he had as TOWW to his mortal form. what is lost, and what is gained?

if i were to adapt samsara into my cotl fics i'd focus less on actual death and more on metaphorical ones. which, ok bear with me here, is a huge part of my personal philosophy.

humans are not static; we grow and develop, and in doing so we shed prior versions of ourselves like metamorphosis. a sort of ego death lite, if you will. when faced with a traumatic event, the person you once were is not the same as the person you are now. that is the kind of metaphorical death i'm talking about; the death of a former self.

but what exactly marks the new self and the old self? nothing, theoretically. we can make the boundary as low or as high as we want.

consider the ship of theseus: if a huge portion of my body is replaced every 7 years, can i definitely say i am who i was 7 years ago? what part of identity and self stays constant, when my personality's changed drastically? am i a stranger with the memories of someone else?

now narrow the boundary. if the self is physically static, then every time a cell dies, the self dies.

using that technical definition, technically i die and am reborn every single second. a metaphorical death and a metaphorical rebirth, and what gets carried over?

something something life and death are two sides of the coin of change.

that's why i kinda keep emphasizing lamb's impostor syndrome crisis about themselves dying in both soul and body during the execution. that's why i divide narinder's life into such stark epochs (mortal, bishop, imprisoned, mortal again). that's why i love treating their afterlife not as a continuity of their character development, but a second chance. ship of theseus, broken down and rebuilt anew.

it's not nirvana. but it's making the best out of your own personal samsara.

and just. there's something so poetic about narinder and lamb reincarnating as gods of death, because the only way to die repeatedly is to live again after each one. a taste of permanence in the impermanent, without ever reaching that finality that they embody as gods. they represent the very thing they are and aren't. it's a paradox that makes perfect sense the moment you remove the black-and-white boundary of life/death that dictates they must be opposites.

and this is what i love exploring. breaking down the barriers of identity and death in the metaphysical sense, in two characters who are defined by so much loss in their lives. (metaphorical) death, treated as redemption, treated as healing.

lamb, offering a hand up to a newly reborn narinder. i died, i got up, and i live.

[harpieisthecarpie]

idc what the actual plot of Heretic (2024) is, it's mormon missionary yuri to me

oh sister paxton, sister barnes, the women you are

[jakemarcmepls]

A Thousand Deaths

Blood is gushing down his forearm and he’s breathing through it. Through the pain in his mind, more so than physical and Jake slips close enough to the front to feel his pain but not close enough to be felt. Eager to feel Marc’s pain as his own. For the blood coursing through Marc’s veins to be his. In his mouth, on his soul, on his body. Marc’s eyes are closed so he allows his head to tilt back and expose his throat, an act of submission for a man that is unaware of his existence. 

Khonshu may have been worshipped by humans for centuries but Jake would only ever fall to his knees for one man. He exhales roughly and catalogs the many red hotspots dancing on his  consciousness. A bruise on Marc’s hip where he stepped back and hit an edge, a bullet in his abdomen that Khonshu hasn’t healed yet burning the brightest, purpled and angry scars at his throat where he was choked to the point of unconsciousness, broken shin swollen and bruising weird. So many delicious little points of pain on Marc that he could soothe and bite and lick. Run his tongue over, again and again until the pain was gone, until Khonshu stopped being angry enough to remove the scars, remove the resilience of Marc’s will from his body, of all his strength and proof of his life from his being. 

He hears a stuttering breath, choked and surprised and his eyes fly open, seeking Marc’s and seeing his alarmed gaze on himself. Jake’s breath catches a little but he doesn’t disappear, draw back, make any movements because it’s not often Marc sees him, they’ve locked gazes three times in their entire lives and each time Marc thought of him as someone else. “...Steven?” Marc asks quietly, unsure, Jake adds it to the tally—four times now he’s been mistaken for someone else. A bitter, sharp pain rises in his chest and he inclines his head, doesn’t say anything. Acknowledges nothing. Marc’s eyes narrow and the tension returns to his shoulders, “...Who the hell are you?” It’s said harshly, with all the steel of a former military and all the dread of a troubled youth. 

Jake runs his gaze down his bare chest, catalogs fresh bruises and old ones alike. Before Khonshu, with Khonshu. Some left behind as punishment for things beyond Marc’s control, some for Jake’s own disobedience. Those anger him the most, and sometimes he imagines driving his hands through that beak and breaking it apart with his bare hands, for all the pain and all the idiocy Khonshu has put Marc through, for all the manipulations and all the anguish. Manipulation is fine, Jake does not care much for it nor does he respect it, but he would never be manipulated so even if Marc was naive enough to fall for something, he would be there, in the back of his mind, ready to kill for him and to save him. 

Anguish? Not even Stevie could save Marc from that pain, and that is unacceptable. That deserves death. It deserves years of torture, of blood running down the drain as he finds new places to open up and shock. Unfortunate, that his enemy is so otherworldly, and Marc may be jewish, not practising but stubborn enough to try and hold onto his traitorous family any way he can and Stevie may be fully believing, fully ready to castrate himself and use his time to think of worthless things but Jake has no need for that. It serves him no purpose, and it has never saved his beloved Marc from his pain. Humans are the reason Marc has suffered so much but Khonshu is the reason Marc continues to suffer and Jake will ensure he kills him, if it is the last thing he does. 

“...Are you listening to me? I asked who the hell are you! answer me!” Marc’s voice, and Jake looks up through his lashes and smiles. Soft, and sweet, like he has seen Stevie do so many times.

“Don’t worry about it, kid.” Then he sinks, the last thing he sees Marc’s indignation and laughs to himself. Marc is so fun. He’s so touchy, so sensitive.

[athoth-from-athoth]

I’m self shipping with worlds worst mother I’m sorry.

[perenlop]

speaking of tawnypelt its so funny when people go “mothpool is bad because people reduce mothwings character to just this fanon relationship! why not focus on her relationship with her thunderclan siblings!!!” 

like. girl WHAT relationship?

[brionysea]

mike wheeler's story is about mike wheeler. will byers is important to mike's story. these are both true. it's still about mike, will is just the catalyst (and vice versa)

[thethiefandtheairbender]

thinking about how one of the core tenets of proshipping / being anti censorship is "you have to slow down, stop, think about what's actually happening (or not happening) in / because of the work of fiction, not judging it solely just by how you feel about it" but sometimes how rarely that gets transferred over in actually engaging with the text before labelling it as bad / unsatisfactory. this doesn't mean the text can't be 'bad' or dissatisfying, but... taking time to get there and remaining grounded, with the caveat "this isn't for me but that doesn't necessarily mean it's Bad™" y'know?

[cvbullshit]

I finally got an order delivered, four of the things in it were Doki Doki Literature Club keychains!

Sayori and Yuri are already planning a date <3

And Science is being a simp

[deputy-morgan-malone]

What Form of Love Does Your Ship Embody?

I was tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton, @direwombat, @fourlittleseedlings​, @shellibisshe​, @clicheantagonist​ and @voidika​ to do this uquiz for my ship/s, thank you!

Not tagging anyone since it’s been a while and this quiz made the rounds, but as usual, feel free to take this as an open tag if you’d like to do it! :)

Deputy Morgan Malone x Joseph Seed (FC5)

Morgan:

love as religion

[ love as the sole object of your reverence--nothing about you is holy, but maybe your love for another is ] when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and when the cast of les mis sang "to love another person is to see the face of God" and when halsey said "i found God, i found him in a lover" and when katherine philips wrote "to the dull angry world let's prove there's a religion in our love"

 Joseph:

love as religion

[ love as the sole object of your reverence--nothing about you is holy, but maybe your love for another is ] when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and when the cast of les mis sang "to love another person is to see the face of God" and when halsey said "i found God, i found him in a lover" and when katherine philips wrote "to the dull angry world let's prove there's a religion in our love"

[Interesting fact - I thought I’d done this quiz before, and I had, here, and got a different result for Morgan, Love As Being Known.  This being the ship, I did fill it in this time around thinking specifically about how Morgan would feel about Joseph, and their situation, which maybe skewed the result a little bit?  Or it’s just been a while and she’s evolved a little as a character, or I was on the fence about a few questions and answered them differently]

[starmonsterrr]

Hmmmm so... If Io has long wings she can fly...

Ink would totally ask for a piggy back every time because he actually wants to fly

YEHAHHHHHYEASH YESYES FLYING TOGETHER AS A METHOD OF BONDING

Alternatively, Ink can kinda sit on Broomie and ride on it kinda like how witches are tipically depicted doing?

Basically this

And then they kinda fly and do cool stuff together in the air and!!!!!1!1!11!!

How To Train Your Io (oh god the urge to draw that)

[blvvdk3ep]

If not meant to be shipped why create so much underlying psychosexual tension hmm????

[shoechoe]

please do not tag my posts about diavolo and doppio as diadop