#no this my hand will rather / the multitudinous seas incarnadine / making the green one red!!!!

[iysure]

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?

[carfuckerlynch]

guy who is always thinking about macbeth at least a little bit

[tathrin]

Anyone else have a favorite obscure or ridiculous word that they love so much they have to put it in everything they write as soon as they have even the faintest excuse to do so?

Mine is incarnadine.

[amoratearte]

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.”

—Macbeth (Act II, Sc. II)

Daemon and Rhaenyra, the sword and the crown

[blazinginsquids]

Arcane and Macbeth, and what this means for Caitlyn, Ambessa, Jinx, and Isha Theory

Somebody on Reddit mentioned that this image from the season 2 intro of Caitlyn looked like a Macbeth poster. Obviously I wasn’t the first to notice this, but I did decide to make this post explaining what this means.

Caitlyn being in the position of Macbeth immediately tells us something- She’s in a position of power. One she feels guilty for being in- The guilt eating her alive. After killing King Duncan, Macbeth begins frantically washing his hands in water, and comes to a sudden realization that becoming king comes with the cost of guilt for the unjust way he obtained his power-

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red” (Act 2 Scene 2) the literal meaning of this quote is that no amount of water can wash the blood off his hands and that his attempts to clean himself would turn the entire ocean red. Taking this metaphorically, he’s saying he’ll never be free of his guilt and anything he does to try and save himself would just poison the world around him.

I see people wondering if Caitlyn will have her own “pitfighter Vi” moment. I think the Macbeth symbolism is proof she will. Following the parallels, Caitlyn will act in ways to try to rid herself of the guilt she feels for hurting Zaun, and for hurting Vi. Whatever she does in an attempt to rid herself of guilt will backfire and hurt the people closest to her, and Piltover as a whole.

Based on LoL lore and the fact Caitvi are canonically together by then, I have a hard time believing Caitlyn won’t get an onscreen redemption arc, meaning her similarities to Macbeth end there. However I think this could still give us insight into how Ambessa, Jinx and Isha will fair the rest of the season.

I’ve already seen people compare Ambessa to Lady Macbeth, given that she’s the pulling the strings, the one who convinces Macbeth to kill King Duncan and take the throne. Lady Macbeth goes mad of grief throughout the play. Act 5 Scene 1 shows her sleepwalking and revealing the truth as she speaks. This could possibly indicate that Ambessa herself isn’t as unfazed as she first appears to be, and will reveal the truth through an unintentional admission of guilt. I personally don’t see Ambessa doing this, but I thought I’d mention it regardless since I’ve seen others draw parallels.

Now, something I haven’t seen mentioned at all is that there’s one key thing stopping Macbeth’s future lineage from becoming king: A vision that Banquo’s children will become the future kings of Scotland. After obtaining power, it becomes Macbeth’s mission to eliminate Banquo and his son- A parallel I think best suits Jinx and Isha. Jinx has become the defacto leader of Zaun and represents every bit of grief Caitlyn feels. By killing her- She solves “the problem”. But if Jinx became leader in place of Silco, her father figure, who takes Jinx’s role? Logically, a child who looks up to her. enter Isha, the stand in for Banquo’s son.

In the play itself, Banquo is killed, but his son survives. Do I think this means Caitlyn will succeed in killing Jinx, but not Isha? I can’t say. I feel as if these parallels exist solely to set up the way Caitlyn feels/reacts in Act 2 as opposed to a step by step instruction on how the plot will move forward (Hence why I’m hesitant to claim Ambessa revealing the truth as akin to Lady Macbeth seems like a stable idea- It does not). I do however think there is intentionality behind adding in Macbeth symbolism, and I fully believe that some parts of the play will parallel with the plot of season 2.

[axolotldice]

The Dark Urge - 8 Piece Set

- Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

[we-ezer]

"Whence is that knocking?— How is’t with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red." -Macbeth, Act 2, scene 2, lines 55-61

[lasatfat]

for dadwc prompts, how about eireann and "A freshly painted vhenadahl" from the dragon age artefacts prompt list?

artefacts of Thedas prompts | @dadrunkwriting

Shadows and Tall Trees

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas in incarnadine, making the green one red.” – William Shakespeare, Macbeth

The vhenadahl casts its dappled light over all the memories Eireann has of the alienage. Even as a child, she received no answer for why it was there, why they painted it every spring, or even what it was meant to do. “It means ‘Tree of the People,’” was the most her father could tell her, as he handed her a brush and a little pot of scarlet paint. More of it ended up on her hands than on the tree, but still, he told her she’d done a good job.

Odhrán Surana is dead now. He died in his daughter’s arms, and she cannot ask him anything else.

Eireann stands beside the vhenadahl, in the gloom of approaching twilight. The smell of new paint cuts sharp through the miasma of destruction and poverty, through the fourteen years since she had helped to paint the tree. She is alone, but for that memory. She doesn’t know how to be anything else. She can’t hold her mother, can’t reach out for comfort, can’t cradle the child resting in her womb, because when she looks at her hands now, all she sees is her father’s blood draining through her fingers.

She places a hand on the bark. It’s still tacky. When she peels her hand away, her palm is patched with paint. So she touches it again, and again, and again, until the tree is scattered with the voids of her handprints, and the vhenadahl’s patterns are ruined, and her palms are streaked red, white and pink. Anything to hide the stains of that memory.

They find her at nightfall, slumped at the foot of the vhenadahl, covered in the evidence of her outburst. Nobody blames her. The tree can be repainted, but her father cannot be returned.

[incarnadinerp]

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It’s not just about the Masquerade — it's about power.

Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.

Blackthorn Heights – a city divided into two worlds. The upper districts, known for their opulent skyscrapers and neon-drenched clubs, are home to the powerful, beautiful, and wealthy Kindred. The lower districts, where the city’s manufacturing, retail, and service industries dominate, have long been inhabited by those Kindred who are either too low-ranking or too disdained to mix with the elite. These divisions have existed for centuries but have recently begun to escalate, particularly as new blood, ambitious and discontented, begins to stir the pot.

NAVIGATION ♰ RULES ♰ RESERVATION

In Blackthorn Heights, The Elite Kindred hold sway over the city’s high society, ruling its luxurious clubs, multi-million-dollar real estate, and top-tier corporations. These vampires are revered for their refinement, wealth, and political influence - whether through their corporate power, artistic prowess, or aristocratic lineages. But below them, in the city's underbelly, is a class of The Rogues Kindred who, despite their longevity, are forced to endure unremarkable jobs, from tending bars to cleaning up after parties, and live in the shadow of the powerful clans.

This divide has created bitter tensions within the Camarilla, the ruling sect of vampires. The elite feel threatened by the rise of younger, more ambitious Kindred from the lower strata, and resent the intrusion of new blood into spaces where status is everything. Meanwhile, the rogues of the Kindred world - many of whom are relegated to menial work to maintain their cover - grow increasingly dissatisfied with the aristocratic hold on power and the way they are treated like second-class citizens.

Not all Kindred are willing to fight for supremacy in the Camarilla. Some simply want to exist, to survive the endless years without becoming pawns in the games of the powerful. These vampires are known as The Wanderers or simply the Non-Aligned Kindred. They may live within the city, among humans, or travel from place to place, avoiding the politics and conflicts of The Elite and The Rogues factions.

With every grand gala and underground brawl, the city is on the cusp of something bigger - an inevitable conflict where the divide between old blood and new blood, between prestige and necessity, threatens to spill into the streets. It’s not just about the Masquerade anymore - it's about who gets to sit at the table of power.

[hanbunmensch]

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

A little water clears us of this deed.

[saturn-s-moon]

"Will all great Neptune’s oceans wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine Making the green one red."

–Macbeth, Shakespeare.

Incarnadine, the color of blood red and sin. (1/?)

"When put in this context, incarnadine is rather repellant. And yet, it’s beautiful when painted on a bedroom wall, as shown by the high-end paint company Farrow and Ball. In large, generous swaths, incarnadine can be stunning and regal. It’s significantly uglier when seen in bits and pieces—like many murky hues, it looks best when flattened and standing on its own." Says Katy Kelleher about this color on her color essays, hue's hue.

This color is better looked at uniformly from afar, like Maedhros. His broad strokes are impressive, he's a fierce warrior that was relentless, taught himself to fight with his left hand when he lost his right, was a diplomat, a strategist, held the March of Maedhros alongside his brothers, stablishing his reign in arguably the most dangerous place in Arda, right at the doors of Angband.

However, when looked at closely, he was a complex character who killed innocents, violated the greatest elven taboo not once, nor twice, but thrice. He was a tortured soul that lost everything, whose end was in utter despair, who sinned so much even his father's own silmarils burnt him. It's not a pretty picture, but he, like incarnadine, make at least for an interesting one.

It's not nice to look at it, but it is so awful that it pulls you in.

This is going to be part of a series of drawings based on the Hue's hue color essays by Katy Kelleher. It is a series of essays I've loved for years so it is pretty exciting to revisit them this way!

Some symbolism I added with this piece is the plant at Maitimo's feet, it is a stinging nettle, which signifies death in another Shakespeare play, Hamlet. I also added black butterflies, which according to a Colombian superstition, signify death as well (not to be confused with brown ones which mean a gift).

[tilion-writes]

@maedhrosmaglorweek

Maedhros & Maglor Week, Day 2: Trust/Distrust “Will all great Ulmo’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?” Maglor whispered hoarsely. “No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.” “My hands are of your color,” Maedhros growled, “but I shame to wear a heart so white.”

(A fic about Maedhros & Maglor & Elrond & Elros, set during the Third Kinslaying. Yes, all the dialogue is from Macbeth.)

[cinnamonds]

Macbeth: Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red"

Lady Macbeth: Bitch shut up and take a shower we've got shit to do

[faery-berry-blast]

So I’m not a big stan of Shakespeare but like Macbeth goes so hard

“Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?”

“Make thick my blood Stop up the access and passage to remorse”

Oh my goddddd what a queennnn Lady Macbeth (and Macbeth too I guess) really said let’s fucking kill this man and then be driven insane by guilt and the fear of being found out

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red”

[hopefullyababe]

will all great neptunes ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? no. this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

there isnt any blood on his hands, but there doesnt have to be.

@trashpremiium

edit: HI I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS?? for some reason i never posted it but here

[trashland-llamas]

Blood of the Covenant

‘Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red’

—Macbeth (Act II, Sc. II)

Can also be found on AO3

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‘Am I a good person?’ Simon’s question had Soap owlishly blinking at him. It was rare that Simon expressed his emotions. Wasn’t that he was a stoic bastard, simply struggled to emote. So for it to be a question like that, of course it worried the Scot’s heart like no other. ‘What brought this on? Cause I know it’s not the job.’

‘Check the date Johnny.’ Raking a hand through his hair, removing his mask. ‘Oh, it’s the anniversary. Do you wanna talk about it?’ The anniversary of Simon’s father’s death. Nodding, Soap plopped up from the floor to sit next to him, taking his hand. ‘Take your time.’ Laying on the affection, seeing a few tears fall from his honeyed eyes. ‘I didn’t want to do it but there wasn’t any other way to stop it.’ The echo of a smack, covering his brother’s ears, the constant reminder that it was a house and not a home. It was his job to protect him from harm. How was a shovel between ‘em protection?

‘Stop what?’ Soap only knew his father died. Simon never told him the truth—how he murdered him in cold blood. Was it cold blood if you still cared for the person? That question plagued the soldier’s mind every time the death date came around. ‘He and my ma would get into these awful fights. They’d slowly went from screaming to my pa throwing a bottle in her face to—I couldn’t watch that.’ Hearing the man’s breathing grow heavy, Soap pulled him into his lap.

‘Hey, hey, hey. You will always be Simon Riley to me, no matter what you had to do to survive. If I never get to hear the full story then that’s fine. So yes, you’re a good person despite it all.’ Hand cupping Simon’s cheek, thumb wiping the stray tear away. ‘What did I do to deserve you?’ Acting as if he had to think about it. ‘By being you.’