#i love metaphorical imagery

[thewandererh]

humble iambic pentameter storyboard sketches done last night :]

[sunflowerpastels]

save me angel/devil stargoth save me

closeups :D

[metanarrates]

new shifting mound dialogue... she's so real for this one

[novelconcepts]

The earth-water-fire of that shared hallucination. Van going home only to find it’s always going to burn around her, that even the greatest illusion of safety can’t shield her from the flames that have been chasing her for three seasons. Akilah being told by an ostensibly gentle animal that all things with teeth bite—even her, the softest of them—as the earth pulls her into an unbreakable embrace. Shauna swimming, swimming, swimming to nowhere, caught in her grief forever until it quite literally tries to drown her. And to land in a classroom, of all places. An old-timey-style classroom populated with ghosts who don’t care that you’re bleeding. Telling them that death is the kindest sort of loss. Goddamn. Goddamn, dude.

[artuurle]

I think I might have missed a post or something so sorry if like a billion people asked this before but what happened to Thespius? Did he just up and leave or did the grief eat him up?

I tag all of my posts on LaL au under the tag (#ggg Love and loss au), so if you worry you may have missed something you can always check with that tag on my blog! Though in this case you haven't missed anything! I purposefully kept it vague On exactly what happened with Thespius since in the Au nobody really knows what happened to him. The gods stopped seeing him right after Cliff's death because he shut himself inside his own realm and refused anyone entry; and Cliff never went to investigate where Thespius went when he disappeared because he assumed he upset the god. Only a week after Cliff last saw him is when Huzzle is finally able to enter Thespius's realm to investigate, finding the revived human.

Though I'll let you in on a secret. He never left.

Grief and guilt didn't just eat him up. It swallowed him whole.

[saint-hymn]

what ur favorite dsmp character. like i feel like its wilbur but i wanna make sure. my favorite is technoblade cause adowdiafjjef idk man i love him so much

[fleshforember]

I just peeled a pomegranate and watched it bleed as I tore its flesh away and consumed what's inside.

I wonder if this is love.

I wonder if this is how God feels when he tears into me.

[iwannascreameurekaa]

are you a 'cannibalism as a metaphor for love' or a 'religion as a metaphor for love' type of person

[astoryfullofwoe]

I’d kill you with my kiss but you’ll kill me just the same

What can you say to 

someone who licked 

blood from wounds 

while others were sucking 

milk from teats?

How do you love a rabid dog?

The answer is simple:

you don’t. 

You euthanize it. 

You euthanize the dog 

because it’s contagious;

it is sick and you are not. 

It does not even have to bite—

a lick would suffice to kill. 

Sinking my fangs into tender flesh 

and holding on for dear life 

is the only way I know

how to call something mine. 

If I were to hold your hand,

I would crush your fingers. 

I don’t know how 

to love without possession  

to the point of destruction. 

I cannot love you in the way 

you deserve to be loved;

I could claw my heart out of my chest,

feel the veins popping, 

hear the ribs snapping,

and offer it to you like Holy Communion,

still beating in my hands and

bleeding down my arm, begging

consume it, make me a part of you,

but that won’t change the fact that 

you’ve never quite acquired 

a taste for raw meat. 

My tastes are known;

kindness and I were never friends. 

A gentle hand did not raise me, 

wolves did, and they do not 

take kindly to a soft belly. 

Don’t you understand? 

You’re a complete crisis of my faith. 

The sun could never love a black hole

without eventually succumbing to the darkness. 

I would ruin you for anyone else. 

My hands would stain your lovely skin–

ash-dirty handprints marking you up,

scarring like an infection, ‘til the end of time. 

My rabid dog kiss of death 

would follow you around, 

the foam from my mouth 

sticking to your teeth like plaque. 

I beg you, don’t let my rot fester

and peel your flesh from bone. 

Besides, you would ruin me for everyone else. 

I wouldn’t be able to feel 

the sun on my skin 

without recalling how much 

it feels like your touch. 

I’d never be able to open myself to another 

because in every lover I’d take,

I’ll look for grains of your face, 

haunting my narrative with your tendrils of life. 

Love will forever be 

synonymous with your name. 

You’ve made a graveyard of me, my dear;

your chest: my final resting place. 

I sleep in your aorta, eyelids fluttering,

with dreams of your smile and warm mouth,

and hope to never wake up. 

[zhouxiangs]

it is day six of losing my mind over the peteway hand-holding, what came before, what came after, and what may or may not come later, and today i am thinking about the importance of touch.

or most importantly, of touch as a gesture.

because there's the touch itself, which as two enigmas with touch-based powers that are probably touch-starved for genuine consensual purposeful touch (thank you @marinacourage, i am never recovering from reading those words strung together in that order) is... already a lot. we can infer from what we've been shown/how deliberately they focus on it every time that both their powers work by touching people with their hands, which i imagine must be incredibly alienating for both of them, albeit for different reasons, but specially so for pete who (unlike way who also has to verbally issue a command) seems to need only to touch someone to invade the privacy of their mind even if he doesn't want to.

so, the act of touch alone is incredibly intimate for both of them.

once everything is out in the open, when they both know the other is an enigma and what his powers are, and way knows that pete has been using his power every time he touches him to read his mind, pete could just stop touching him. which is what he does at first.

but then there's my favourite part: both the intent and the manner of the touch. because pete withdraws, but not because he doesn't need or want to keep touching way; he does it because he was using his power surreptitiously, and now he doesn't need to.

pete reaches towards way again, and not only touches him: he slides his own hand in between way's and touches their palms together. pete is touching way, but he makes sure that way is touching him, too. and just like when he bared his neck earlier, pete is putting himself in way's hands, at way's mercy; he can read way's mind, but way can control him if he wants, either to make him back off or anything else. and way doesn't, nor does he draw back even if he looks at pete in surprise.

because pete is showing way he believes in him. he's telling him as much, saying "don't let obligation or fear make you not dare to decide to do the right thing. you are worth more than daddy says". saying "you always have a choice. you still have the right to choose, way".

but he's also telling him with his touch, with the palms of their hands resting together. "i see you", "you are not alone", "i'm here, and i believe in you", "your past sins will not drive me away. wounded hearts can still be cared for".

and also, because of how pete looks at way and because of how emotionally charged this moment is, i cannot help but think about the metaphor of "and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss" in act 1, scene 5 of shakespeare's romeo and juliet; juliet's evocation of a palmer touching the hand of a saint's statue as an almost holy and transformative experience. a kiss with hands.

[theflyindutchwoman]

Do you want to come in? #Started on separate sides of the door… #Ended on the same side

| Chenford + door imagery (pining/dating era) Door/doorway often symbolises a transition, a beginning or an exit that leads from one state of being to the next. It can also be a barrier to overcome, a protection against the rest of the world...

+ Bonus : the OG door scene

[next-station-willde-central]

Actually, you know what? Fuck cannibalism as a metaphor for love. Fuck that shit over. May I tell you what is more deeply and profoundly touching.

Odd, science love metaphors.

Love as soap - sure, it kills all the germs, but kills your natural protection; after a while, you need soap. Without soap, you're bare and lose your immunity. The soap kills your immunity to everything else. Your partner became your shield, your everything. You replace your natural skin compounds with your love. In contact with everything else - you die.

The more you drown in the feeling, the harder is to confront others. You become weak. You're dependent on your love.

Love as metal scent, as metal itself - it wasn't naturally there; it's the reaction of your skin oils with the metal surface, one and only, never the same if somebody else did it. It's not real, it's something one side created, but induced a change. The love was creathed as a crash, turned into a myth, overestimated. Metals don't smell - your one shifted in your contact.

Don't prove it to everybody else. It's only you. Don't prove a lie.

Love as a morpho butterfly - its' blue hues are only visible to others, only an optical effect. In reality, it's yellow, and perhaps it doesn't even realize its' true colors. It's totally different, it's hidden. No one realizes what is real about it and what isn't, how to classify it - is it blue or yellow?

You trap it. You try to trap it, to get it. You fail everytime.

Love as carbon monoxide - it's so reactive and all over you it ties to your blood, to your very life. It kills you and shifts your very core, brings you to the end, and you don't even feel it; it tastes sweet it your mouth, undetectable. It leaks, more and more, entering you, killing you.

One little mistake and it appears, devours you and leaves you dead.

If you tried enough, you could make anything a metaphor for love. Pies, maps, bands, pans, markers. Chromatography. Surgeries. Torture. Abuse. Coffee, alcohol, yerba mate, juices. Love is everywhere. Love can be anything. Don't limit yourselves. Try your own thing.

[mothymayhem]

How do I make it so clear that one of my special interest is cannibalism.

[s0fter-sin]

did a bit of an upgrade on the god of death!ghost au with an added epilogue that makes it a lot less sad lmao

[chirpsythismorning]

COWARD? STALLING? USED TO BE A HERO? HIDING THE ANSWER IN HIS POCKET!?!?!??

Funny enough, this is what we get 2 scenes later..

[youling-the-ghost]

Violinist Titch is a headcanon that came to me during class today and would not leave my head so now I must share it with the fandom. Violinist Titch is now canon, I don't care what anyone else says (/j /lh).

Also, pianist Derek. I will not be elaborating.