#motifs… dies

[zeebreezin]

Isobel sacrificed her eyesight to the Dawn Machine and the fallout from that is what lead to her visionary ideas for the future.

Vincent’s original sense of self was taken from him, and he then preceded to spend the rest of his life doing just that to others.

Laurence in a very literal sense tore out ‘new life’ - his Hell scarred roses - in order to build a new life on the Grand Geode.

And if you’re considering him to be real - Harbinger!Beverley lost an arm in the process of becoming the Clockwork Sun’s bringer of destruction, its metaphorical sword arm.

Symbolism…

I should write something about the horrible throuple but. I have too many thoughts about them.

[recapitulation]

[ID: gifs from episode 20 of the series "Mysterious Lotus Casebook." Fang Duobing points to Di Feisheng and says angrily, "If it weren't for me, you would still be lying in a coffin with Yi Cunhong, who had maggots on her body!" Di Feisheng smiles and looks down. Fang Duobing continues, "You caught me off guard before. But now, my Erya sword is very lonely. Let's have a battle." Li Lianhua steps forward and stops him before he can attack Di Feisheng. He pulls him backwards, saying "Enough. I cooked a new dish today. Let me take you to try it." Fang Duobing points at Di Feisheng and says, "Who are you saying has bad martial arts?" Li Lianhua continues pushing him out of Lotus Tower, saying, "Stop talking." /end ID]

[shyjusticewarrior]

The juxtaposition of Bruce standing over Jason vs Rose standing over Jason in Rosenberg's comics.

[polktd]

i need nacho and jesse to meet because it would implode my brain

[iridescentpsychopath]

"The movie messes up the TV lore" 🥺🥺🥺

Bro the TV lore messes itself up. Master fu destroyed the most important temple ever cause he wasn't allowed to eat for a day.

[happy10thousandyears]

Redesigned that goldfish outfit

[error-elf-206]

here are some old front costumings i forgot to post of my godhood au

idk if i like them all that much but they do show the ideas well. also left nico does haunt me as, just yeah

[cyberdragoninfinity]

god Mr. Heartland is such an insane yugioh character, I love him so fucking much. He’s so SO funny. He’s like if Maximillion Pegasus had political authority and actually WAS like 42 and then also ended up working for Satan From the Bible. He was taking children in off the streets and training them in underground duel Endurance Rooms until they dropped and he did this for YEARS and nobody stopped him. He fell in a portal and went to Hell. He got turned into a fly by an alien teenager who was also his boss. The city he was mayor of thought he was dead so they built a gigantic memorial in his honor. He became one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He’s part alien-bug monster. He looks like a yassified businessman half the time.

he’s great

[navree]

so john and arthur, combined, are the dies irae motif from music? like, the catholic funeral mass theme?

[miakwat]

​A little part of me thinks they let Kai learn rising dragon first as an apology for him repeatedly losing his powers throughout seasons 11-15

[memento-morri-writes]

More dnd writing because it's all I have but I here's a snippet from a vignette I did of Rook's past (from Zara's POV), because Rook and his mentors never fails to make me sick (/pos).

[transcript under the cut]

Taking a coin out of her pocket, she rolled it across her knuckles, back and forth. It gave her hands something to do, and prevented the urge to bite her nails, something she hadn’t done in years. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. Zara began to pace as Rook’s breathing grew shakier and the color drained from his skin. Where the hells is Jay? she wondered. The room was so quiet that she could hear every tick of the small clock on her bedside table, and each one echoed in her head. How many ticks does he have left? She didn’t want to think about it.  She’d had crew members die before, of course. You don’t go as many years as a captain as she had and never lose a soul. But all the others who had died had died quickly, in combat. She’d mourned for all of them, even shed tears in private, but there was something different about watching the life drain out of a person right in front of your eyes.

[akkivee]

probably one of the most important verses in terminus i think and yeah, it’s just kuukou’s way of life but also it’s kuukou’s way of life lmao

in probably over half of the stories kuukou’s in, there’s a point of how kuukou’s too inexperienced to be able to guide/lead properly;

he leaves home to show how good of a leader he is and finds out real quick lol

shakku assigns jyushi’s training to kuukou so he can be better

kuukou hits a wall training jyushi bc he’s relying on the only experience he’s had with training and isn’t looking at jyushi properly

that ‘blindness’ is the root of his conflict in harmonious cooperation, he blindly assumes he can solve jyushi and hitoya’s problems really quick and shakku literally chews him out over it, saying he’s young and to value the journey getting there (it also bears pointing out that the above verse is kuukou not rushing ahead as means of enrichment, but walking and resting)

i personally believe the curry drama tracks have been hinting at this round of drama track developments, and y’all don’t understand lmao, the way jyushi and hitoya were thinking it’d be nice if the people eating their curry could feel the effort that went into it was followed by the most poignant silence, only for kuukou to grouch there’s no point if they aren’t experiencing it themselves just feels like it’s relevant lol

like it all just comes back to kuukou and using his experience to guide. so about that ‘yesterday’s shaky retreat’ verse in terminus, it was pointed out that kuukou had said something very similar in young gun of the sun

and young gun of the sun is literally kuukou guiding based on how he knows what it’s like to suffer (and to feel so bad about a mistake he wants to die), so all this to say i think that verse is literally nothing but kuukou finding forgiveness in himself for something he did, and maybe that past mistake was so severe he thought the end of his life was the best answer

[liquidstar]

Between commissions I finally managed to finish this OC set of parent characters! If the looks aren't enough to show you who their kid is, the background colors match them ^_^ but of course more details below!

Name: Thuban

Name origin: The former pole star, before the north star (Polaris), it's name means "Large snake" and is referred to as the “Dragon's tail”

Pronouns: He/him

Age: N/A

Relation: Raised Polaris, though they're not related by blood and have a somewhat distant relationship, until he suddenly went MIA

Weapon: Spear (Same as Polaris's)

Ethos (Power): N/A

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Make no phallic jokes about the large snake thing and you'll be rewarded

Name: Ananke

Name origin: A moon of Jupiter, named for the mythological spirit of necessity, inevitably, and compulsion

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Relation: Bella's mother, she raised her to be a warrior

Weapon: Bardiche

Ethos (Power): Indomination (The ability to freeze the movement of objects and people, and lock them in place)

Flaw power is based on: Her strict enforcement of obedience through authoritarianism, and a lack of concern for the wishes of others

Notes: She believes in tough love. It's better in the long run to give your kid strength rather than affection.

Name: Rhea

Name origin: A moon of Saturn named after the Titan known as the mother of the gods

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 38

Relation: Saiph's mother, though she gave him up to the guild when he was very young

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Was unable to take care of a baby at the time, and gave Saiph to the guild. She wishes she'd visited beyond that but it's probably too late now...

Name: Arche

Name origin: One of Jupiter's moons, it's name comes from the muse of new beginnings and is associated with springtime

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 7

Relation: Saiph's half-brother. Neither currently knows the other exists

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: He's just a little guy. He likes flowers and playing with toys. He wants to be a cool hero like his dad

Name: Poerava

Name origin: A star in Tucana, the Maori word for a black pearl of mystical beauty and perfection

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Relation: Al's mom. She mostly raised him on her own while her husband was with the knights.

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Probably the best parent of the bunch if we're being real.

[dayurno]

big truther that kevin secretly and unironically likes when people call him princess like when the foxes make fun of him for being whiny and entitled sometimes (as he is wont to be) calling him princess day and princess kev he’s like wowww u guys suck but he’s actually like Please keep calling me that

there is indeed a fox freshman (corinne i believe?) in the ec who calls kevin a princess to his face. instead of "good morning sunshine" in the foxhole court spanish translation matt actually says "good morning, princess" to kevin. i feel like we started this out as a little joke but it's not one anymore. Perhaps it hasn't been in a long time

it's poised as an insult in both of these instances but i really think kevin just wouldn't care!!!!! one of the things that surprised me most about aftg was that kevin's queen motif wasn't IMMEDIATELY run to the ground by male sports fans because of the feminine associations!!!! the entire time i was waiting for the ball to drop and when it never did, i had a moment of relief sooooooooo potent. i still think it's not very well seen by the most eh. macho crowd but kevin will probably never be beloved by them anyway. either way i think kevin finds a lot of comfort in femininity :3

anyway this is all to say one day eventually someone (nicky) will call him babygirl to his face

[cuubism]

has anyone asked you about deja vu...................... i am very Interested and Invested in this one..............................................

ohh yesss. I've made SO little progress on chapter 4, but it's a rare fic where I have basically the entire story planned out, so here's a scene from chapter six. featuring my favorite 1940s film cigarette motif, anachronistically slotted in there considering this takes place in the mid 1700s, but what can you do XD

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They fall together lazily, after, Dream leaning against Hob’s shoulder, Hob’s leg slung over his as they lean against the headboard. Dusk is falling, the room in shadows now as the sun has long since traversed over the roof. Dream studies the play of dim light over Hob’s shoulders, the softening of all his features in the shadows. The way their skin sticks together in the summer heat, almost too hot and tacky, and the way the faint breeze through the open window flutters the curtains and the long strands of Hob’s hair. He runs an indulgent hand over Hob’s chest, down over his stomach and across his thigh, reading it all anew like he hasn’t just had Hob all over him. He is beautiful to touch, Dream thinks, but to do so carves a little hole of melancholy in his heart. Each brush of skin is like an echo, a memory calling to him across time whose origin point is distant now. Concentric ripples on a still lake, the thrown stone long gone under the water, and its thrower, too. Hob’s found some cigarettes in the nightstand drawer, and slants a smile sideways at Dream as he sticks two of them in his mouth to light, and as Dream keeps touching him lightly. “Am I pleasing to you?” “Yes,” Dream says, honestly, and Hob chuckles. “Good.” He strikes a match, the flame flaring brightly in the dark, and lights both cigarettes. Meanwhile, Dream watches the movement of his hands. Hob takes one of the cigarettes from between his lips and holds it up to Dream, and Dream takes with his teeth, Hob’s eyes on him all the while. The tobacco is acrid on the back of his tongue when he lets himself taste it — which he does, because whatever Hob would give him directly from his own mouth, he will have. Hob lets out his own breath of smoke, the breeze catching it and whistling it further into the room before it can linger. “You don’t strike me as a heavy smoker.” “I am not,” Dream concedes. “And yet.” Hob drapes his free arm around Dream’s shoulders, stroking up and down Dream’s arm idly with his thumb. “Getting a taste for it?” “Perhaps.” “Perhaps,” Hob echoes. He tips his temple against Dream’s so they’re breathing the same air, the same smoke. “Careful. It can be habit-forming.” Dream takes another inhale of smoke into his nonexistent lungs. “I am aware.” “Hard to break,” Hob stresses, close enough now that his lips nearly brush Dream’s. “One would think it best not to start at all,” Dream says, as he takes another long breath in, and almost feels the tang of it in his chest like he were truly breathing the way Hob is. “Bit late for that,” Hob says, though he doesn’t sound horribly chagrined about it. He tilts his head to catch Dream’s eye, and smiles, that warm, confidential Hob smile, like everything spoken is a secret between them, and it makes Dream want to whisk him away to the Dreaming to keep him forever, or twist his form back into Eleanor so he can have his husband again, or simply drop the façade entirely and see if Hob could possibly love him like this as Dream. And he does none of these things.

[nightcrawlerzincorporated]

Dennis Reynolds and water