#what is your duality?

[runekeepershymnal]

I lost the post I was gonna reblog this from, so:

you and the hat man

oh boy you're fighting demons aren't you. it's like you're in a constant staring competition with something that's always in the peripheral. what the fuck. (at least, that's how people who don't know you would react). at this point you've probably gotten pretty familiar with the hat man. he's a reliable kind of guy. keeps to himself, sure, but you can trust him to be there. maybe a haunting isn't too bad if it's never left your side. you can only imagine what it will be like when he's not there any more.

...don't you love when these just go for your throat? Because this is dead on, as much as I had hoped for some kind of dialectic that, if balanced, would create some equilibrium, Temperance instead of Two of Swords, which isn't really feasible when one half of the equation (you, i.e. me) is inherently unbalanced.

It's like when you accidentally share the zoom window and there's an infinite recursion of you, whatever you're doing at the time, smaller and smaller. No matter how many times you split the window, you're still in there, making less and less sense. Presumably, small enough up in the corner, there's an eight bit you. There's a you who's been reduced to a single pixel, but still trapped in the same context.

(Or does the water get him instead? Nobody knows, particle man.)

The hat man probably isn't thrilled about the situation either. Being on the peripheral of the context is still within the context. Both of us are more defined by the negative space we occupy in said context than any actual existence.

I haven't even been drinking tonight. I thought about it, but then I thought, nah, I'll just have a sinus headache tomorrow, and the weather's been playing merry hell with them already.

There's a lot going on at the moment. And I think I'm much lonelier about it than I realized.

Shame the hat man doesn't do hugs, I guess.

[akiacia]

some of the right words

[fumifooms]

Canines

The hand that feeds

Mickbell Tomas & Kuro Dungeon Meshi

^ 1: Ink-the-artist, I will remove my teeth / 2: Margaret Atwood / 3: C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy / 4: Mitski, I’m your man / 5: Ojibwa, I love you like a rotten dog / 6: KotOR II / 7: Stardrop, Everything that’s ever been mine is covered in teeth marks / 8: Sodikken, People Eater / 9: Mitski, I’m your man / 10: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 11: Mitski, I bet on losing dogs / 12: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 13: hun, I did not bite with Malice / 14: C. Michael Davis, Don't Pet the Dragon / 15: Mitski, I’m your man

v 1: Early versions of the myth as in aeschylus orestes / 2: Ink-the-artist, I will not remove my teeth

[achillesdaily]

DAY #11

>posting Achilles until he arrives at my doorstep.

you don't have much in common, do you

[pendragonsclotpole]

growing up is apparently realizing the man who portrayed this guy:

is also the man who portrayed this guy:

the range of hugh dancy

[galedekarios]

u kno i just started a new play through and when u first meet gale he does the slow blink that cats do when they trust u and he spent a whole year with only a cat as company …. hoping these r connected…. he’s so babygirl

you are so right, anon!

also let's face it, tara at some point probably gave him unsolicited dating advice. like, this is who we're talking about here:

we know she snoops too:

Tara the Tressym: However, I will not press you further. Your private correspondence is just that, technically. What kind of companion would I be were I to sneak a peek? NodeContext: A little telling, like she plans to read it [the letter] later

and:

Tara the Tressym: I won't pry for specifics, Mr Dekarios. Not when I can sneak a peek at your letter while you sleep.

[fabaceous]

im not necessarily sure if these things are connected so this is more of an observation than any kind of theory but i do think its interesting to ponder these two contrasting situations where the yj adults talk in hushed tones about “it” - one is nat and lottie of course talking about “it” as a darkness, a malicious presence/entity, something larger than them that’s also inside of them, something they brought back with them but that would have been better left in the wilderness. and the other is taissa and shauna talking about a different “it”, a feeling of rightness, and a feeling of belonging with someone, something that made them feel whole, and that they were never able to find again after the wilderness.

[nothipsterenoughforthis]

You know what’s impressive? (As someone outside the law enforcement circles, more of an “outsider looking in”)

It’s 25 year old Matsuda Touta being invited to attend an ICPO conference with Yagami Soichiro, Police Investigation Bureau Chief

Like???

Sure, it was his first meeting at the start of the series, but do you know what I was doing at 25 years old? Not going to INTERPOL, aka International Criminal Police Investigation, conferences with the Chief of my department, that’s for sure

What a guy

[satanic-fruitcake]

honestly the season 2 zhaan treatment is kinda odd in general. not Bad just. there are three zhaan-centric episodes in a row, picture of you will, home on the remains, (sort of) and dream a little dream. they all kiiinda suck, and they all characterise her in a different way to the last. and then there are a few other episodes she’s barely in at all like out of their minds immediately after those three. am i making sense

[wildsaltair]

not pictured: me lying at his feet in a melted puddle of desire

[9990zara]

thinking about. narukami arashi. in all her messy self. augh...

[mercymaker]

two hours ago had an existential crisis moment in a bath

ten minutes ago it started raining like crazy, just absolutely pouring at 10pm so i ran outside and just enjoyed getting soaked in seconds. it was warm and made me feel alive so yaknow.. sometimes you truly gotta will yourself to enjoy the little things

[halfdent]

how people thought Harv would react to learning Bruce was Batman: YOU BETRAYED ME WHAT THE FUCK ? all these years how could you ? you ruined my life ! how Harv actually reacted : *shaking sobbing crying* I know you're Batman please lock me away or do something before Two Face finds out . I need you , I don't want him to hurt you . how people thought Twos would react to finding out Bruce was Batman : YOU BETRAYED ME WHAT THE FUCK ? all these years how could you ? you ruined my life ! Now perish . Two Face: Hot . alright lets go save his ass ...

[anotherdescentintomadness]

TaeMin — Eternal Trailer #1

[yeleltaan]

Here we are– you are the first of the 4 in which I completed. MSpaint spooky/thoughtful Cayin doodle. It was fun deciding on what to do. Hope you enjoy, Croc. Hope you don’t mind that I was feeling BB Cayin <3

// AAAAAAAAAAAHHH this is so lovely!! You nail his style perfectly, this came out so cool. Thank you Cat!!

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow Day 6

Shadow Beast

The Twilight Princess fan in me really came out on this one huh? I blame the sleep deprivation. We never quite addressed the effects of the Twili Magic on Twilight and how it's only sheer force of will and the fact he's so darn kind, Midna's influence and Time teaching him the Song of Healing first being the main factor in making sure he doesn't fall huh? Even more so than the One Cutscene. We also need to talk more about the fact we technically kill Midna's people and how by the end of it all Twi is so changed by the Twilight Realm who's it's own can of worms that, much like Time he can't quite go home as himself me thinks, as a treat to myself

Mostly Twilight x Reader, this goes out to all of the folks who never quite recovered from Twilight Princess and the fact we never got that sequel (I mean it gave us BOTW and TOTK and Wild, but at what cost?), but can be read as Link x Reader either on the platonic or romantic.

Don't think there's any warning this time but might edit later if needed.

Actually yeah there is one warning

TW:

References to body horror typical to Twilight Princess, though I recommend not reading it I'd you're squeamish period.

Even after so long, you and Twilight could still remember the beauty and solemnity of the Twilight Realm, with it’s zircon skies with clouds of trapped fire and rains of viper obsidian.

The silence of the infection upon the realm of light broken only by the echoes of the howling elegy of the Twili and Interlopers who came before creeping over the land like rot and wither over flowers, the lament of the lost spirits of the people and animals of Hyrule falling over your spirit like a shroud, a shared hymm from two worlds reality had been twisted, only both of it’s princess, one filled the luster of empyreal sorrow in her mind and one with the scorch abyssal fury in her heart knowing to see the reflective tragedy befallen to their people. With Link as the one who restored the memory of what once was in both worlds as divinity and calamity sang in his bones and you a witness to the restoration of harmony to the discordant symphony, the two different songs of light and shadow refusing to let go of either of you in an eternal duet.

(Once touched by magic, it shall never leave the one if holds onto Twilight may have been the one with the Beast in his soul, with the howl of a wolf, the bite of shades in his veins and the lament of innocents taking precedence over anything purely because he learned how to silence the whispers of the one’s who made a grab for heaven’s throat and we’re pushed in the cracks of reality for their prideful vánitas even as he could taste it in the back of his tongue, twining around his ribs and overgrowing into his shattered mirror heart like vines, flowering with the divinity and eternal nature of the Hero’s Spirit, already having the hunt of the Fierce Deity in it’s veins and the remains of cursed divinity welcoming the new aspect merrily so he could bear it. The song of the innocent wrongly punished among the sinners rang into your mind, scratched at your skin and dug it’s claws around your throat, chocking you with sorrow and regret, more willing to leave gouges than to let go of someone’s who’s looked into the reverse side of the sacred realm and wept with grief for it’s people and the curse of it’s beauty.

It would never leave you, Link or Zelda, who learned who love the darkness the way Midna did, madness and unsightly delight and all.)

While the people of Hyrule merely became trapped as observers at best, if they were lucky, Midna’s raging grief and resentment quickly became obvious, once she revealed that rotten Zant had done to her and her people, twisted into a new form, distorted in body and trapped in mind like the animals and beasts of Hyrule, their pain driving them in becoming feral attack hounds for the usurper, their howling screams as much sorrow, wailing in an attempt to let their agonized, tortured souls to escape from it’s mouth, a futile attempt to flee from the strain of reality forgetting their true form in favor of Zant’s twisted design, of being used as sentient canvases for cruelty and ruthlessness, of their will being stepped over in favor of corrupting recreation.

Of how it only didn’t quaff down at Midna’s mind because of the nature of her ephemerality, fully beloved by the Realm of Darkness, of how she loathed him for it and wouldn’t wish her fate of that of her people’s on any living or dead soul, once she came to love the Realm of Light through Zelda’s sacrifice.

Which was why, when you saw three of the victims of the telltale twisting from darkness utilized with the intent to drive one insane, a familiar looking plate of stone engraved on the remains of ashes from their identity, the curling of distorted, solid darkness making crooked mishapen manes, bent out of shape from their too long torso and long, long arms adorned with twitching, deformed claws, you feel very justified in way your blood froze, holding onto Wild’s arms and yanking with all you had so his shot will miss, his yelp of surprise swallowed by the bone cracking, blood curdling screech from one of the beasts as a Skyward Strike grazed it’s petrified flesh.

You feel something warm drip down your ears, taste the promise of violence and the cry of lost souls on the back of your tongue and swallow it down as the memory of the Twilight Realm attempted to bite and crack your ribcage to quaff down your heart, to devour it bones and all, calling out in desperation, “Don’t! That’s a person!”

Sky freezes, as still as a statue, Legend curses the heavens crimson in a way you are so glad Wind isn’t around to hear as he retreats Twilight snarls, the wolf in him revolted and disgusted, you wonder if the Twilight is singing in his mind too as he restrains himself from reaching for the crystal as nails just a tad too sharp invite droplets of blood to one hand, grimm as a graveyard “We need to get them together anyway, felling just one won’t be enough.”

You grimace, releasing Wild, keeping your eye on the Shadow Beasts and another on your group, pointedly not mentioning the twitch in Four, amethyst clouding his gaze and the prism of his eyes turning gray with memories you and Twilight both knew all too well, of the grimace in Time’s otherwise stony countenance, you’d wished to avoid bloodshed of whoever was turned against their will, but you and Twilight both knew that might not be possible, death, unfortunately, might be the greatest mercy you can grant these poor souls.

(The Twilight is harmonizing in your ears, jeering, you feel the Interlopers insanity and the Twili’s lament on your teeth. As lovely as it could be cruel, the merry feeling upon meeting, the sorrow at a parting.

If you ever see the Shadow, you might just try indulging the echo by offering it’s blood as tribute. You'd make it hurt. The fact it learned the spell used to deform reality in such a way was cruel and vile.)

“Legend, how is your magic?” shoots Warriors, analyzing, calculating, it snaps the purple back into Four’s gaze, brings his mind back to focus as he reaches into his inventory for his Moon Pearl, Twilight is circling the beasts with single minded purpose, herding them together and prowling as he would as a wolf, Wild thankfully listened to your warning and had switched from the more destructive Flame and Lightning Arrows to ice ones. It doesn’t contain them for long but it gives a few precious seconds to strategize.

Legend catches on, switching to the Ice Rod on one hand and grasping his own Moon Pearl with the other, Sky has another Skyward Strike ready, but doesn’t release it, you switch from your sword to accepting a Magic Rod tossed at you from Wild, “Good enough.”

You breath in shakily, the symphony of the Twilight Realm has quieted, more lament than anthem as it’s Hero steps back, returning to your side, he nods grimly, “... Then, let’s end this quickly.”

You know your will boys will do their best to heal them, and failing that, you hope that they’ll hear the requiem of the Twili rather than the lament once they’re at peace, that they'll find some form of threnody.

It is a horrible thing, to be forced to die as a beast.