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lu-is-not-ok · 9 months

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okay so your post abt Hong Lu NOT smiling in his base ego made me look at it reeeal closely. And Im sorry if it was mentioned somewhere apparently I cant read but what do you think about this statement: in his base ego he is not just chilling out there, he is locked in a room with treasures. And window frame looks like an allegory to jail bars. And I imply locked like literally. As if he was just a jewelry piece thrown to a pile of money and other jewelries.

— Hong Lu simp- I mean shrimp anon

Alright, let's actually discuss Hong Lu's base E.G.O art properly, shall we?

For a refresher, allow me to post the image here:

Now, let's get the obvious out of the way. The bars on the window.

Sure, they could symbolize Hong Lu being locked away in his home by his family... However, there's one issue with that.

Every. Single. Base E.G.O has the bars over the window.

Reminder that All of the Sinners are also All Prisoners. The Korean word used to describe them could mean both Sinners and Prisoners.

So... That lead is a bust. However, I don't think we're quite done here.

There's actually something far more innocuous I want to talk about - the pose Hong Lu is in. Specifically, the fact that he's sitting in a chair.

Only two other characters are seen to be sitting in a chair in their base E.G.Os - Sinclair and Meursault. It might just be the contentless brain speaking, but the fact that it's those three specifically makes me wonder if it's a subtle hint that there's a similarity between them.

Consider the fact that the two characters with a Sloth Core Sin - Gregor and Yi Sang, are also sitting in their base E.G.Os, however they're sitting on the ground instead, with notably dangerous objects scattered on that floor around them (in Gregor's case, it's weapons; in Yi Sang's case, it's shards of glass).

I think likewise Sinclair, Meursault, and Hong Lu being sat down in chairs is meant to symbolize something similar to Gregor and Yi Sang sitting on the ground surrounded by things that could harm them reflecting them resigning to their fates and becoming apathetic to the harm that was being caused to them.

For the three chair-sitters, I posit this idea: they're all people being forced into specific roles by expectations put on them. Sinclair ends up walking on this line between the worlds of good and evil because of societal pressure and Kromer's influence. Meursault constantly acts in whatever way other people wish him to act. And Hong Lu... well, there's his family, isn't it?

Now, let's take a closer look at some other details around Hong Lu's base E.G.O art.

The image in his window is actually quite evocative, in my opinion. It's a massive complex of red-colored mansions atop a stone platform above water, surrounded by nature in the distance. There's this feeling like the mansions don't actually belong in this environment, the red looking bright against the dark greens of the leaves and the pale blue of the sky. Likewise, this image carries a sense of isolation. The mansions are all centered on one stone island in the middle of a body of water, isolated from all this nature.

Is that how Hong Lu felt in his own home? Like he didn't fit in with the world? Like he was isolated from everything that he admired about the outside?

Also, note how important of a motif water is to Hong Lu. On Limbus's own terms, water is closely related to Gloom, due to that Sin representing the idea of Sinking (literally and figuratively) into your negative emotions, and being swept away by them. There's also likely Something to be said about Hong Lu and his motif of water in terms of wuxing, but I don't know enough about that to confidently say anything. Anyone with better grasp on those concepts, I would love to hear your thoughts!

In fact, this isn't the only time water is referenced in this art.

The chair Hong Lu sits in has a very notable engraving of waves and what looks to be a serpent, or perhaps a dragon, hidden among them.

And just like with the water motif, the dragon motif is also repeated somewhere else.

The weapon Hong Lu wields in this E.G.O actually includes a head of a dragon as part of its blade. Something about the way Hong Lu cradles it and the expression he looks at it with is so interesting to me. Dragons are often symbols of power, prosperity, and good fortune.

Is he clinging to it in fear because it's the only thing he has left that is truly his? Or is this a representation of some inner worry that that's all he is to his family, some symbol of their fortune?

Kind of hard to tell for sure at this moment.

Now, I'm about to go on a tangent about a background detail that might not mean much, but stay with me here.

Looking at the riches Hong Lu is surrounded by in this illustration, most of it is things that you'd probably expect. Coins, golden rings and trinkets, various colored gems, chests both closed and open... However, there's one thing in these piles that caught my attention as seeming... kind of odd.

This golden braid looking thing that wraps and winds around the gold piles in the background.

It made me think, because it's a very specific thing to include, and in actually rather sparce amounts as well. There seems to be only one braid, but it goes through the whole length of the background, disappearing behind objects every now and then.

So, I googled if there's any symbolism related to this idea of a golden braid and... I found something interesting. A book called Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid.

I've never read this book, but from what a wikipedia summary says, it's a book that tries to convey the idea of "strange loops". Cycles that continue through several levels, both upward and downward, and always end up forming a closed loop despite those shifts in levels. Recursion and self-reference are important themes to this book.

And... that made me think. Book Jia Bao-yu's nature as a jade stone reincarnated as a human. Hong Lu, seemingly referencing Bao-yu, yet at the same time being seemingly named after the jade itself. Hong Lu's odd connection to death, and this idea of rebirth. The idea of a loop that travels upward, yet ends up back at the bottom where it started.

...I might be looking way too deep into an inconsequential background detail, but this wouldn't be the first time PM decided to mix and match their inspirations and make them into a far bigger deal than it seems to at first. Demian as The Little Prince, anyone?

It just. Almost feels right, you know?

#ask #anon #lu speaketh #limbus company #lcb analysis #hong lu #hong lu lcb #this was meant to be another exploration of hong lu's themes of freedom #but it ended up going into a whole nother direction #whoopsies

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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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The pillars reactions to their traine thats super physicaly strong (like raw strength)

Their in a spar match and they just pick them up and bitch slam them on the floor straight on their back 😭

hii, i only write for 4 of the pillars, (mitsuri, obanai, sanemi and muichirou) so if they arent the specific onws you wanted im sorry abt that. here you go though 🤲🏼.

obanai, mitsuri, muichiro and sanemi with a vv physically strong trainee!

obanai:

• uhm excuse me... what the hell???? 🤠

• hes so confused

• if you could body slam the shit out of him why are you trying to train under him???

• like for all that you can rip the demons head off with with your hands! you dont need to learn how to wield a sword from him 😭.

• when oyakata first brought you to obanai to be his trainee he genuinely thought you were weak too ☠️.

• mans was like, "ha look at this dumbass they dont even know how to wield a sword 🥱"

• and you probably heard him bc that body slam seemed so personal-

• hes sorry just dont do that again, hell teach you serpent breath and everything :,).

mitsuri:

• omgomg OMGGGG

• shes always wanted a trainee! shes so exciteddd

• she almost forgot she had to spar with you to test your current skill. she just wanted to get straight into teaching you breath of love or helping you make your own breathing technique!

• but obanai reminded her and here we are now.

• shes still excited though! she even emphasized not to go easy on her, so you sadly had to body slam the nicest woman alive.

• but shes not mad, shes actually so impressed.

• shes extremely physically strong too you know! shed probably challenge you to a sparring match without weapons, who knows who will win! probably not you.

• anyway she thinks youre extremely cool and shes excited to see how strong youll be with a sword!

muichiro:

• see he was supposed to start your training like... last week? he doesnt know, he forgot.

• another thing he forgot, like mitsuri, was that he had to spar with you. unlike her though he didnt forget because he was excited he just deadass forgot.

• once yall were starting and he saw you didnt have a sword he immediately got defensive.

• hes forgetful not dumb, oyakata would not make him train you if you werent strong. so that means if you cant use a sword your probably as strong as the fuckin hulk.

• so since hes prepared, you probably wont be able to get to body slam him, but for the sake of this hc lets say you do.

• hes more annoyed than anything ☠️.

• hes like, "wtf that was mad uncalled for. now my back hurts. i cant even watch the clouds now because it hurts for me to lay down bc of you, dickhead."

• i hc sassy muichirou

• hell forgive you eventually probably.

sanemi:

• i love sanemi i promise not more than muichiro 🙄 but he would be the biggest dh ever.

• hed def be like "now why the actual fuck would i train a dumbass that doesnt even know how to use a sword??? you have to be really fucking talentless to-"

• he got bodyslammed before he could finish.

• contrary to probably what everyone would think, he smiles.

• he probablys like, "okay maybe i was being a douche, you might have a little potential."

• thats the best your gonna get from him so take it.

• in the end you got some respect from sanemi shinazugawa himself, be proud.

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#obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #muichiro x reader #sanemi x reader #demon slayer x reader #anime x reader #x reader #iguro obanai x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader

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foxwyrm · 6 months

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about me ★

hi! im daniel, you can call me dan 🌿

i have many pronouns, but those i prefer the most are he/him and wy/wyrm. i am bigender and aroace, and also a furry

ive started this sideblog to explore my nonhumanity. im a bit new to the nonhuman community, and am still learning stuff!! currently the label i identify with is 'inhuman', as i feel partially human as well as animal. i identify as such due to the way being autistic has affected the way humans treat me, as well as for the animalistic traits ive always displayed. i am also cool with 'nonhuman' and 'alterhuman' as labels as well!

i identify very closely with dragons and red foxes! this a blog dedicated to discovering more about these identities

more about me under the cut! thank you for stopping by my blog :3 !

note : 'type/self drawing requests are closed! thank you all <3

🌿 interests

- cosmic horror and architectural horror (though i love all horror, these specifically i adore!)

- dragons

- marbles

- creative writing and literature

- birds and fish

- the man from UNCLE

- the phantom of the opera (book, musical, and other adaptations)

- sky: children of the light

- world war I

- irish reconstructionism

🌈 music

- wych elm

- florence + the machine

- AURORA

- odfellow's casino

- the monkees

- the beatles

- musicals (phantom of the opera, cats, les mis...)

- the dreams in the witch house: a lovecraftian rock opera

tagging guide ★

i'll do my best to tag consistently, but sometimes i forget or am too tired!

dan yips : posts made by me!

photos : photos i've taken

my art : self explanatory

requests : all of the 'type/self requests i've drawn!

fox : self explanatory

wyrm : i use 'wyrm' as an umbrella term for all dragons from the old english wyrm, meaning serpent or dragon! it is pronounced the same as 'worm'

taxidermy ; bones ; blood : self-explanatory

i will do my best to tag potentially upsetting content, but please understand i may forget sometimes!!

this is a sideblog! my main is @wyrmalien; i'll follow and ask from there :3

thank you for stopping by!! i'd love to become friends with people within the community so please dont hesitate to interact with me! im looking forward to all the things i can learn here. if you decide to follow, thank you for coming on this journey with me!

lovely photo dividers by youokaymilo , colour dividers by mamimikey ★

🌿🌈🌞 <3

#pinned #nonhuman #alterhuman #otherkin #therian #inhuman #therianthropy #fox therian #dragon therian #foxkin #dragonkin #otherhearted #dan yips #lots of tags to send this out into the ecosystem!

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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I’m sorry but I’m just a really huge Yves stan. Like listen, Yves would freak me out so bad that I would probably be sweating profusely every time he is within a 6 feet radius, but like as someone who went through parentification and was essentially a glass child with unmet needs when I was younger , the motherly vibes that Yves exudes,,, I’m sorry but I would be hooked, addicted even. Hell I might become the yandere too who knows LMAO.

Like Monty would be cool because I wouldn’t be as intimidated by him, well aside from his sheer size but he’s just a bit sleezy to me I dunno but Yves has this sort of lithe, vampiric, serpent like essence to him that would make me nervous but excited. Hell having someone pour into me in THAT fashion would have me excited.

Also and like correct me if I’m wrong (this is my interpretation) but I feel like Monty is the type of guy that would’ve folded for any person that gave him attention during that time. Like reader was just caught up at the right (wrong) time and now has him following them everywhere, when this literally could’ve been someone else (I think this was already addressed in the story, either this one or the first Monty story I can’t remember) but like YVES, I feel like he has a specific reason why he chose the reader, we would never know but there’s probably something really unique about his darling that makes him so enamored, maybe it a combination of things, who knows. But I feel like his love is more unique and special, to me.

I dunno man I just want someone to check up on me like Yves, I’m down bad.

tw: implication of suicide

YES I BE FUKIN DOWN BAD 4 YVES TOO CAUS HE IS SO MOTHERLY

okay so like the reason why Yves is so into you has been a hot topic on this account, originally i planned to be like some sort of reincarnation shit but that wouldn't hold much water and it would be a little too creepy to imply that he was watching even before ur birth, kinda like preordering a partner and that's already grooming

so i left it vague and up for interpretation and just said he's the allegory of a perfect parent (one link within the link) like i promise i do not condone grooming n incest shit but like, something about having someone knows you deeply and wholly like a fucking parent is really hot, not hot in the "i want to fuck my mom and dad" kinda way, but more like "OH GOD PLEASE I FUCKING WISH YVES IS REAL I WANT TO BE TAKEN CARE OF SO BAD AND I WANT SOMEONE TO SEE IM SUFFERING AND TAKWE IT AWAY FROM MEEEEE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PLEAASSSEEEEEEE"

these themes literally show up in almost all my works esp Yandere older brother, Yandere best friend and heavily in my Language Barrier series

Whereas for monty, that was my attempt of like trying something new, stuff that I' don't necessarily fancy but it's a nice change of pace, the exact opposite of Yves; the stereotype of the man of the house: dirty, manchild (cant cook), fixes shit his own, doesn't even own a house to handle its affairs, uses dishsoap to wash himself, sex fiend, financially irresponsible, inattentive but trying his best beer is my best friend

Whereas Yves is a stereotype of the woman, cooks, clean, has a 20 step skincare routine, takes care of his looks, hygiene, dress up well, proper etiquette, makeup, handles the finance, saving himself after marriage, more research than the FBI, loves fashion, fitness, live laugh love

and like i get it im not surprised , there will be those who prefer monty over Yves and Yves over monty. just like there's this anon who said something along the lines of Monty are for those who want to fix him, while Yves is for those who wants to BE fixed.

i did have a lot of anons disliking both sides of the yin n yang which was expected n shit

and yes ur right, Monty would have fallen for anyone who saved him not necessarily you, you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time- but his saving grace is that once he latched on , he's never letting go there is no one that could replace you. Mans is going to off himself if you're gone

in conclusion, im also downbad for yves

sauryy montyy

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #yandere concept #yandere male #oc yves #yandere oc #yandere x reader #oc montgomery #tw suicide

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firein-thesky · 1 year

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Chapter Four: Serpents

Masterlist | <- Satoru's Interlude: Bigger God | Chapter Five: coming soon! -> | Read on Ao3

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Summary: And the form leans down, closer, as their voice drops to a murmur, all honey and thorns, the promise of something far greater than you. A storm to come. The future that you will bear upon the slant of your shoulders. And when they speak, you know they’ve cursed you;

“I will teach you how to make a God.”

(Arranged marriage, angst, hurt/comfort, dark content)

Warnings (specifically for this chapter): Vomiting, dry heaving, blood, possessive behavior and dynamics, unhealthy and toxic relationships, character death technically (its canon), smut; rough sex, prone position, biting, hair pulling, fingers in mouth, little prep and reader experiences some pain, emotionally charged/hurt sex. Please be wary of overarching story warnings, too. Let me know if you think I should add any other warnings! **Please mind warnings overall and for each chapter**

Word Count: 4k

A/N: im sorry this is two days late pls forgive me <33 another somewhat smaller chapter.,.,but it felt big to me. you know. lol. i have a feeling next chapter will likely be bigger.,.final chapter, technically. can you believe it! i think there will still be an epilogue. we'll see how this shakes out lol. BUT AS ALWAYS, thank you so much to my beta @lorelune who always is wonderful and takes the time to parse through my nonsense to give me lovely feedback! as always, i deeply appreciate anyone still reading and would love to hear any of your thoughts! love it, hate it, confused, or other, let me know!! thank you all so much again and i hope you enjoy!!

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In your amulet, your ancestor nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees you. He begins muttering. He looks far more disheveled than he ever has. He’s pulling at his hair and beginning to say, oh no, oh no, oh no.

“Am I such a horrible sight?” You ask.

This pulls him from his stupor, “it’s too late again, isn’t it?”

“It depends,” you say, “too late for what?”

“Tell me,” he says raggedly, “what part of your life are you in? How old is the Ten Shadows user?”

Your mouth goes dry at the mention of Megumi.

For a moment, you consider lying, as if that might protect him somehow. You want to rip the mention of Megumi from this man’s mouth, you want to fish it out and make him bleed. You want him to never mention him again.

“He’s fourteen now.” You say tightly.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no–”

“I’ll leave you to your babbling, if you won’t be of any use to me.” You say sharply, perhaps with too much vitriol.

He lurches towards the amulet like he might try and grab hold of you, make you stay.

“You could–you could change everything. You could alter all of it still, horrendously, massively. You could stop him.”

There is a name that pulls at you at the mention of him.

You’ve known it for years and years and years. The one who will give you exactly what you want, the one who will be so kind as to wrap it in a bow for you.

You swallow.

“Go with the betrayer when he calls for you.”

Your heart stops.

“What?”

He shakes the amulet and your whole world wobbles, like he’s holding you by the shoulders and trying to shove it into you, like he’s at his knees pulling at you, begging, “please, please go with him when he calls for you. It would change everything.”

You don’t know why, but you tear yourself away from the amulet, rip back into the present with a ragged gasp. Your stomach rolls then, like you might be sick, like you might vomit up the breakfast Satoru had made you.

You clutch your middle like your insides are falling out, you clutch your head like your brain might, too. You imagine it all falling out of you, you imagine all of time bleeding from your body, unspooling until you can no longer control it.

You stumble.

You barely make it to the sink before you vomit. All burning and red with berry, with all your insides.

Behind you, Megumi watches, silent as a shadow.

And when you wipe at your mouth, it’s him at your side. And it’s him who gets you water and him who carefully pushes the hair from your sweaty forehead.

You start to cry. Bawl. Endlessly. It startles Megumi so badly that he calls for Satoru but for a moment, you are looking at an endless loop, a mother with their child, a child with their mother. Your mother and your child and you see yourself in your mother caring for him as a child. You see yourself in him caring for you as you cared for your mother.

Your mind burns and burns and burns.

Satoru carries you to bed, murmuring, and he tries to bring down your fever.

But all you can do is cry for your mother. And Megumi.

He doesn’t leave your side.

You don’t want him to ever leave your side.

***

He visits when Satoru is away and Megumi is at school.

He approaches you like he’s always belonged here, in your garden, and your mind flashes sharply to another time entirely.

“Hello, serpent.” You say.

And his smile is a moon dark curve of affection, of wry knowing.

You have half a mind to throw your arms around him. You have half a mind to hold him tight enough to never let him go. You have half a mind to let such a serpent strangle you.

The sight of him in your new garden is a burning ache in the pit of your chest, all of that longing and pain vying for your attention, for you to cry or smile or laugh bitterly. For you to wail or scream or claw at him.

Suguru Getou stands before you as a new man in your new garden.

“Hello, my curse of a girl.”

Your throat tightens, a lump balling itself up in the center of it, making it hard to breathe. Hard to swallow.

“Why are you here, Suguru?” You hear yourself say as a teen, as an adult, and once more in your life. Three of your voices harmonize into one.

“I can’t visit a friend?” He counters. He will only say this twice to you.

“Are we friends?” You ask.

You don’t dare say that you don’t like him this time.

He inclines his head fractionally, “I’d like to be.”

“Satoru will never forgive you–I–”

“I’m not here for Satoru.” He says.

You freeze.

“I’m here for you.” He then nods towards the winding path of your garden, “will you walk with me?”

“You shouldn’t be here.” You say.

“No,” he agrees.

“How did you get past the barrier?” You ask then because you know that Satoru doesn’t leave you for a mission without one. He would never leave you or Megumi without protection.

“Oh, don’t pretend you’re surprised now.” He says and you can see it now, the change in him, the shadow in his eyes. He tries to smile again, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes the way it used to. Still, his voice is maddeningly calm when he asks again, “will you walk with me?”

You stare hard at him.

“Surely, you aren’t scared. You know what happens, don’t you?” He then says.

Tears suddenly sting your eyes. But you nod, chin dipping, breath tight in your lungs.

“Then walk with me.” He says again, gentler this time, and you finally listen to the command.

You step towards him and just like that, you are walking through your garden with him once more.

He leads you far in silence. He wanders down to the small koi pond. He pauses right beneath the mikan tree, ripe with their little, orange fruits. Dappled sunlight falls over the water and stones and Suguru.

“You’ve led me to the fruit, serpent.” You say and your voice is thick with emotions, rugged.

Suguru nods slowly, “I am here to set you free.”

The tears break from your waterline as easily and quiet as the sun breaks over the horizon every morning. You start to cry in earnest.

Suguru takes your face in his hands and swipes his thumbs across your cheeks, cooing softly. “Don’t cry,” he shushes softly, “don’t cry.”

You shake your head fractionally, “you know I can’t–” you choke out.

Go with the betrayer when he calls for you.

“But do you want to?” Suguru presses, hands firm in their hold, like he can’t let you slip from his grasp.

Your tears fall harder, hands coming up to cling to his wrists, to fasten themselves there. You lean into him almost, like you’ll collapse if you don’t. There is a strange, horrifying part of you that–

You just don’t want to lose him again, maybe?

You just don’t want to–

You don’t want to see the end of all this.

You don’t want to watch him–

“Suguru,” you eek out, voice cracking.

“Just say the word,” he almost begs you, “and I will take you away. I will set you free.”

Your head spins sharply and you can hardly breathe, a sob forcing its way out of you.

With everything in you, you could never say that you would choose him.

Even if you–wanted to–you don’t think you could. Something seizes tightly around your chest, crawling up your throat to stop you, to squeeze out any words that may have escaped. It kills them before they can get past the gate of your teeth, strangled.

“I ca–n’t.”

Suguru frowns, brows furrowing, and he really does look heartbroken.

“My poor cursed girl.” He murmurs, stroking gently at your wet cheeks. “I know you can’t.” He agrees softly, “I knew you wouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry–”

“No,” he soothes, “I’m sorry. I should’ve figured it out sooner.”

You don’t know what he’s referring to–

“I’d always wished I had someone like you. To have a god’s love is to be immortal.” He says and you can tell that he has thought about this endlessly, like he is finally freeing the words from his mouth, tossing them to the wind. Maybe they won’t plague him anymore.

But you cry harder. Because he will be immortal, he won’t die, the corpse of a man that will haunt you forever.

And it was your love that did it, after all.

He slips from you like a shadow, a wraith, and just like that, all his touch leeches from you slowly.

Your serpent slithers from Eden and you half want to follow, maybe, feel the urge somewhere in your legs. But you stay rooted, beneath the fruit tree, untouched and whole. Heavy in the emerald leaves.

Go with the betrayer when he calls for you.

You watch him go and you don’t follow.

***

Satoru returns in the earliest part of morning, when the sun has just begun to transform the sky. You are still asleep, dreaming hot and bright beneath fluttering lids. The peach of a tree, the sweet green of a pond, and the endless violet of a sky.

You twitch and turn with your nightmares. Dreams. Memories of the past and future.

You can feel someone, at your back, and in your ribs, curling around you like a snake, constricting.

When you come to, there are teeth in your throat.

Satoru wakes you purposefully.

“You’re back early,” you get out, thick with sleep, head slow and foggy.

“You knew I would be.” He says, half accusation, half hurt.

You’re on your stomach and he’s fit himself half above you, slotted himself over the curve of your body. Your hands slide beneath the sheets, under your pillow. He feels heavier than usual, but his hands are like ice, like he’s been out in the cold. You can feel them around your sides, slowing over your back, your hips.

You drift again, head nodding back against the pillows, but he settles his teeth back into your neck, at the juncture of your shoulder. He hollows his cheeks. He marks you deeply.

Your eyes flutter again.

“Why won’t you let me sleep?” You murmur, “what do you want?”

You peak over your shoulder at him.

He lifts his head and the pale, early morning light slashes against an inhuman blue eye. It burns silver almost, star bright.

Your god, your monster.

“Nothing,” he says lightly, but he bites harder like he wants everything, anything. It's enough to make you cry out this time, hurt and aching.

Blearily, you can feel his hands beneath the shirt of his you’d worn to bed, fingers cold and burning against your sleep warm body. They cascade up to palm at your chest, goosebumps erupting over your skin, prickling, as he deftly fits the bud between thumb and finger.

“Is this what you want?” You murmur and you arch into the touch, into his body at your back, hips pushing flush to his navel.

A warmth seeps through you, meandering and growing.

“Did you miss me?” He rasps in the half-dark. His hands are curling and urging your body to morph to his. You can feel his desire, the desperate touch of his like a beast, a man starved.

So strangely strangled is his voice, so strangely high.

“I always miss you,” you soothe, voice bedroom soft, but earnest.

He hitches your hips up, if only to slip your panties down your body. He replaces them with the pad of his finger, where you’re wet and soft, whole body shivering at the haunt of a touch. The ghost of it.

You drop your head into your folded arms, whimpering.

They fall away as quickly as they came.

Your head is still foggy, slow on the uptake, but when he returns to you, you feel him bare between your legs.

The head of him slips slowly against warm folds.

His hand, large and overpowering, covers your mouth when he fits himself inside of you with an agonizingly slow thrust. The noise you make is a painful whine, a burst of a sound from some deep part of you, startled, part ragged gasp.

“Sshh,” he hushes, your lips parted against his open palm, eyes fluttering as the pain sears hot, as he settles himself to the hilt.

You can feel yourself flutter desperately around him, fit too snug, too deep, tears blurring your eyes in a haze.

This isn’t like him; he has always taken his time with you, even if he’s in a rush.He has always been sweet on you, even if he is being half-mean.

But this is–

This is almost cruel.

He doesn’t allow you much time to adjust, his first thrust is a mean little flexing of his hips.

You make another noise behind his hand, pained and needy.

As if to make it up to you, he dots loving kisses along your neck, the corner of your jaw. His mouth is soft, all tongue and warmth. All desperate man.

“Sorry for being rough,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t sound very sorry at all, rather he has that unaffected touch to his voice, airy, “bite my palm if you need to, angel. Don’t wake the house.”

He laughs when you sink your teeth down into him hard.

It tapers off into a soft, husky groan. You taste skin. Taste blood in your mouth. His thrusts deepen and despite it all, you arch your back to open yourself up to him more.

“I’d say I missed you, too, but it’s something worse than that.” He admits to you, voice still soft and light. He unlatches his palm from between your teeth, only to slide his fingers against your slippery, parted lips.

“Wouldn’t it be sweet?” He rambles and you let him press his fingers into your mouth, wrap your lips around them, press your tongue up against them until saliva dampens them. Copper still in your mouth, the taste of his blood on your tongue. “To miss my wife? And not feel half mad at the idea of leaving her?”

You finally feel the pleasure strike of his thrusts, feel the way you’ve grown slippery and desperate, walls sucking sweetly at where he buries himself inside you.

You moan around his fingers, soft, catching desperate. Catching the tail ends of pleasure.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth in a mess of drool, suddenly grabbing your jaw to tip your head back in a crescent moon of an arch.

His lips are at your ear, at your cheek, when he says;

“Especially when I know who's been here.”

“Satoru–”

He squeezes your cheeks into a harsh pout, choking off your words.

“You knew I’d know,” he accuses, cock dragging roughly through where you cling to him. He bares down on you, closes in on you, like he’s trying to capture and strangle you. “I would never forget his residuals–”

And finally, his voice is a hiss, a burning press of words against your skin.

You feel your tears gush hot down your cheeks again, feel the stubborn furrow of your brows, and the heady storm-dark feeling in the pit of you. Your head swims. You have the sudden desire to face him, to cling to him, to have him hold you.

But he keeps you pinned and vulnerable beneath him

He keeps your hips high and your head back, as if he could control you, possess you.

When his grip on your face slackens enough with his chasing pleasure, you bite out, “I didn’t invite him.”

He laughs softly, meanly, and switches to seizing your hair in a tight fist, your head tipping back on his shoulder. You yelp softly.

“How would I know?” He rasps, teeth at your neck again, “I wasn’t here.”

“You’re being cruel,” you get out.

“Forgive me,” he hums, hand detangling from your hair and allowing your head to fall back against the pillows, “shall I be sweeter?”

His fingers find themselves skipping over your ribs, down to the bend of your waist, around to dip between your legs. With a practiced ease, he feels himself splitting you open, fingers eager to know the way you take him, burn for him.

Then they dance around the bundle of nerves that make your breath hitch.

“I want to feel you come around me, anyways.” He coos, finally setting his fingers against you with intention.

You bury your tear-stricken face into the pillow, heat scorching across your cheeks at his words, still, that manage to embarrass and strike you. Your moan is a guttural one this time, muffled, but wounded and desperate and half-mad with pleasure.

For your own ego, you wish you’d lasted longer, for your own sanity, you wish you didn’t love him like this.

You think at once, this is how you have felt, delirious with the need to possess him, to have him, to claim him.

Especially over Suguru. So much so that you’d–

You cry more earnestly now, too, when your peak collapses inward on itself like a dying star, before burning out, spreading like a headrush, a bloom through your body.

“That’s it,” Satoru groans softly against your shoulder, hips stuttering, “love to feel you like that,” he gets out, “love to know I have you like this.”

He groans, burying himself into you until it hurts, until you’re filling with him.

You sniffle and this time, he does soften, lips settling in little apologies against your shoulders. Your cheeks, where he can reach you. You can feel his heart begin to slow finally, limbs growing heavy as the high seeps from him.

You’re expecting him to pull out, but he doesn’t.

He rolls you onto your sides, keeps himself inside your warmth, and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Were you going to tell me?” He dares to ask.

The sun is beginning to pull itself up into the sky.

“You were never going to give me the chance to,” you murmur back.

He turns your head to face him and finally, finally, slots his mouth against yours.

You kiss him back tenderly, because it seems he needs it, the way you once did, too.

“I can’t–” he croaks.

And there is a version where he gets out, I can’t lose you, too.

But you cut him off with another kiss, searing, more certain.

“I know,” you hush after and keep him inside of you, somewhere deep, where none of the world can reach.

Where none of the world can touch him.

***

Your dreams turn crimson and nightdark. They simmer and yawn into full nightmares.

You watch futures that you tried desperately to avoid; Satoru bloody. Megumi and Satoru against a russet sky, standing at odds, like he once did with Suguru.

You see versions where all that's left is your grief.

Not your mother or father or husband. Not the children you have claimed as yours, either.

You see versions where you are cursed to bear the future alone.

You wake up and dry heave.

You wake up and know you must hold all the more tighter to what you have now.

***

Yuuta Okkotsu visits you like a crow, like a bad omen.

Satoru has brought him.

The boy has just started at Jujutsu Tech.

You have half a mind to keep Megumi away from him, you want to snap at Satoru for even bringing him here.

Doesn’t he know what this means? Doesn’t he know what Yuuta symbolizes?

The beginning of the end.

Still, you must know him. You must touch him.

(You wonder if this is why Satoru has brought him, you wonder if this is why he is in your home now, this cursed boy.)

You sit with the boy in the garden while Satoru claims he is readying a dessert. You know better, though.

“I was surprised to find out Gojo is married!” Yuuta says and then quickly follows it up with, “not because–I just didn’t–he’s so–”

“It’s alright,” you soothe, “Satoru seems mysterious to his students, I’m sure.” You look out across the garden, “we were vowed to marry each other at a very young age. It was an arranged marriage.”

Yuuta frowns, glancing out, too, if only to follow your gaze. If only so he doesn’t have to look directly at you.

“Rika and I vowed to marry each other when we were kids.” He admits after a moment.

You glance to him, wry smile touching your lips, “no wonder she haunts you, then.”

Yuuta lets out a forced laugh, “I’m not sure she is.”

“No?” you prompt gently.

“I think I’m the one that can’t let go of her.”

You hum softly, “I don’t think I’ve let go of anything in my entire life.”

“It feels impossible,” Yuuta says.

“It may as well be,” you agree.

And for as much as you’d like to hate Yuuta, because his presence means a certain end, you find that you can’t hate him much at all. You realize he is just a boy who loved someone more than death, more than anything in the world.

That, you can relate to quite well.

You reach to place your hand over his and just like that, you have scoured his life in an instant; past and future devoured. Overtaken by you.

He has a good heart. He has a lot to learn. He has all the world before him.

More than that—he’s—

He’s family, you realize. Satoru’s family.

You almost laugh, but hold it in, keep it tucked somewhere in the depths of you.

You smile faintly and finally turn to look at him;

“Well, I hope you’ll be better than me, Yuuta Okkotsu, and do the impossible.”

***

On the day that Suguru is to die, you take Satoru’s hand before he can go.

You know he’ll be fine, physically, but you know what awaits him outside that door.

You know he will come home to you grieving, aching. You know he will return changed.

He will return to you in agony.

And you will hold him like you are trying to keep the pieces of him from coming apart. You will be the only one in the world who knows how human he is, how fragile he is.

“Satoru,” you say, voice thick with emotion, squeezing tight to him. You will cry after he leaves, as everything falls apart, so by the time he returns, your face will be nothing but dry with your tears.

For a moment, you have no idea what to say to him, how to say, you are walking into your heartbreak. You are walking into the future I have laid out and it was paved with good intentions but—but—

The words free from your mouth before you can stop them, tumble recklessly;

“Burn his body.”

Satoru’s face immediately crumples.

A last ditch effort to change everything.

Perhaps, to set Satoru free, if nothing else.

“Burn his body.” You say again, almost beg him.

But even as you hold him, as you peer into the strings of his fate, you know he won’t.

You know he won’t be able to stomach it.

And when Suguru Getou dies with his best friend, his one and only, at his feet, you know it is not really the end.

You realize, with a delirious laugh while you mourn him alone, that with all your meddling of the future—

You have made him a god, after all.

And maybe worst of all, you have turned Satoru into just a man.

Masterlist | <- Satoru's Interlude: Bigger God | Chapter Five: coming soon! ->

#satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #godmaker #cielo's writing #cielo writes

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Sombron's Cobra Dragon Form is a call-out to Buddhist Nagas. Or: wait, are Divine and Fell Dragons really that different?

Hello! I'm back with more info dump on the Buddhism going on in Fire Emblem, whee!!

Did you know that Naga isn't just a name given to the well-known Divine Dragon goddess of FE? Did you know that cobras are the original Naga in Buddhism? There's a funny relationship here.

The word, Naga, is originally a sanskrit word for a snake deity. This class of deities are depicted to be wise serpents, and there is a specific one known as Mucalinda who sheltered Buddha from rain and storm as he meditated to attain enlightenment. Which then leads into these depictions:

Nagas can be depicted as multiheaded or single headed, rarer partial or fully humans. Notably in South and Southeast Asian depictions, they are often cobras. Note the flaps on those necks. 100% a cobra.

But as you all might be aware, the Naga we know in Fire Emblem is a western dragon. Her daughter, Tiki, also is a western dragon.

Bonus: Engage Tiki is slightly different in being feathery. This form reminds me more of a jatayu/garuda but im not going down into that rabbit hole it's a WHOLE OTHER SHIT i dont want to explain rn @_@

Lumera of course, also fits into the class of Divine Dragon with a form like this:

Not at all serpent like. Meanwhile, Sombron is a truer depiction for the Buddhist depiction of a Naga with his less eagle-y and more... cobra head. Incidentally, Grima also qualifies as a closer depiction due having no limbs (wings aside iykyk). Left: Sombron. Right: Grima.

So what does that all mean? Well, two schools of thoughts from me.

At the time of development, the original Fire Emblems were always meant for a western lens. Fell Dragons at the time did not exist conceptually, and so the idea of a divine god dragon was decided to have a western look, in order to match the setting of the games.

Currently, this might be playing with the ideas of Dragons and 'true gods'. Fell Dragons are actually a more accurate depiction of the Buddhist Nagas, and Divine Dragons aren't. Based on this, nerds like me can go 'DIVINE DRAGON CONSPIRACY! WE WORSHIP THE FALSE GODS!' while being kinda correct about it as the devs giggle at my loser ass.

For the lore nerds who might have heard of this... The First Dragons. (Link the First Dragons gallery on fireemblem.fandom.com), and the FE multi-worlds. It could be entirely possible dragons are originally some space faring beings who decided to settle down on various FE worlds, having multiple different species with wildly different looks. As time went on, certain species died out while some survived, and took up the mantle of guiding humanity or just chilling and being worshiped.

Methinks Divine Dragons and Fell Dragons are just names given to them by mortals to differentiate either by appearance or factions. Engage has basically shown us that Fell Dragons aren't inherently evil, and there has been cases of Dragons who aren't perfect either.

As a side, because Buddhism falls under the Dharmic family of religion, Nagas are also depicted in Hinduism. Again, they are cobras who can be partial or fully snake and/or human, and are here assigned the domain of the underworld. Sombron's grand upheaval of Gradlon is a major call-out to this root, as his domain can be argued to be underground for the majority of the game. (Or underwater.)

Buddhism is so widespread that it has morphed and mixed with a lot of other culture and religions, and notably it has mixed with China's. Under the Mandate of Heaven, it is said that when an emperor witnesses a Dragon, it is a sign that the heavens have given them an approval and they would turn out to be excellent rulers. Asian dragons are also serpent-like, and this idea has also appeared in Southeast Asia and more importantly spread to this one country: Japan.

At the end of the day, I don't think Engage is keen in asking 'who is the real divine dragon?' but just messing around with those who know. And now you do.

Have fun with this weird knowledge!

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #sombron #lumera #divine dragons #analysis #meta

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how do you know when a piece like your groudon is finally “done”, or done Enough?

i dont have an answer for this but maybe when i just type a lot i will find one.

for the groudon pic specifically i had a mental image in my head of what scene i wanted. when i started rendering the lava, i did it really detailed and decided i couldnt leave the rest of it simpler and then when the lava was all like that i had to crank everything else in the picture up too. and that made everything take so long that it was far beyond the boundaries of it being "not enough" . it was pleny enough!! so from hour 30-52 i was pretty eager to get it over with. just everything up to the point where its uniform in rendering. sometimes thats a bad sentiment to work on a pic with, but this time it was ok. i kind of like arduous menial tasks. it makes me more patient. so for that one it was done once everything was on par with my detail standard i set for myself halfway thru.

i think i used to have more trouble with this, deciding when its done... my pice now always either end when they reach what i had planned or when theyre the type of pic without a plan then when i get bored / lose the flow of it. actually prior to the groudon pic even some planned ones stopped at a flowloss point.

these two picy both have immaculate rendering on parts but then i lost it and finishdd the rest of the pic with less vigor. in tve green comet one its all the surroundings. i had other versions for that and kept reworking and reworking but i was so ouf of power i just used a slightly polisjed up sketch, kind of works for the pic though. the eel one i also lost power at the backhground, beyond the water. the mountains and clouds i think i coulda put more effort in. but its ok cuz its like 0% the focus of the picture, just sometjing that bothers me alone. hey both of these pics are about a serpent type thing coiling down to earth gently from the sky oops. back to the question um ya im looking at my images and all of them either end when they reach what i had in my head or when i loose flow. when i used to do lsd more my process was that the picture ends when i go to bed. i want to do that again soon it was fun. i drew for like 6 hours while kind of crazy then for the next 12 hours in warm afterglow i just clean and render everything so sweetly and then with a body as hard as a hundred bodies i sink into my bed and click post on it which codifies it as completed. also towards tve end of the picture is usually when im stressing about tiny details and i will message like 1-2 consistent people and 1-2 random people from my discord friendslist to ask about opinions about which tiny detail looks better for the whole pic. when im at that point i cant think straight no more so well no more so i kind of know its time to stop soon. but those final feedbacks always help. ok i guess thats an answer lol i made it very long i will put a readmore. hope u dont mind reading but i think if i sent someone an anon the longer the reply the happier i would be. probably. im in bed but im gonna get up again in a sec and play some balatroooo, 2 people bought a groudon print so far and i spent that money on balatro eep hihi thank u for the ask which i twisted into my babbleplateau

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since i count viola and amy as the same person, i am going to combine these into one post! tagging @shogas and @thesilvershire

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

her arc in general embodies tropes that i absolutely adore. i just love characters that need to learn to let people in and work to accomodate people who they have become attached to. like amy/viola might have a very pessimistic view of the world and she might have trust issues out the wazoo, but she is willing to go to the ends of the earth to make sure those she loves are okay. we are seeing it right now with raphael. we will see if that same attitude transfers over to zwei but i am inclined to think it will

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

oh my god putting amy/viola in starwars would be everything to me. i already know exactly what it would look like to. she would be a night sister who is gifted with the force for sure (kinda like ventress), and i imagine her being taken in by and raised by a sith. she would probably have an arc that shows her rediscovering and embracing her dathomirian roots and while she still keeps her lightsaber and her connection to the force, she would ultimately want to rely more on her dathomirian magic

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

admittedly im REALLY bad at matching characters to music so like if this answer is lackluster im sorry lol. but if i had to chose, maybe overwhelmed by royal & the serpent. specifically the line "what's come over me? feels like I'm somebody else" of course im sure the artist meant that line to illustrate the feeling of dissociating while having an anxiety attack but if we take it by its more literal meaning, i like to think that line kinda embodies viola as she contemplates her existence

thanks for the asks!

#shogas #thesilvershire #asks answered #soulcalibur #soul calibur #amy #amy sorel #viola

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fallout--alley--youth--zone · 2 years

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Name Symbolism in Gone

Sam Temple

Samuel's story in the Bible is actually kind of interesting.* He was the first of the prophets and the last of the judges (not a king, no idea where MG got that from), promised to God before he was even born and obedient to Him until the moment he died. He appointed two kings of Israel: King Saul, who was eventually diagraced, and the humble King David**, though he died before David was actually made king.

Does this mean anything in relation to the Sam Temple we know and love? I don't know. It could be alluding to Sam's more hands-off approach in the later books, but more likely MG just picked a random name from the Hebrew Bible because Jewish(TM).

*Disclaimer: I am an atheist who was raised by an atheist who was also raised by an atheist. I know nothing about the Bible, or really any religion for that matter. My information regarding this may not be entirely accurate. Also, I may explain Bible stuff that's common knowledge to you because it's all new to me. This is not me being stupid or talking down to you. Thank you.

**Random bolding helps me focus. Ditto for all the bright colors. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.***

***footnoting my own writing is really really fun.

Caine Soren / "David Temple"

Caine's name symbolism is more obvious. Cain, humanity's first murderer, who killed his own brother with a rock. Most likely this name was chosen because it sounded cool and edgy while also alluding to his connection with Sam. I do wonder what was going through Caine's adoptive parents' heads when they named him. Eh, white people gonna white people.

Caine's last name is kind of interesting. It's of Scandinavian descent (sources differ on what specifically, most likely Norwegian or Danish) and means "stern, strict, severe". It's particularly interesting to me that this is the family name. Perhaps alluding to the Soren family's attitude toward their adopted son? I guess we'll never know.

King David (the same David who slew Goliath) was a harpist brought to King Saul by Samuel. He grew up to be a great general, and Saul grew paranoid that David was plotting to kill them. To simplify things: David defeated Saul and became King, had an affair with a married woman, killed her husband, and had a son with her (Solomon).

What significance does this have to Caine's story? None that I can see. I think that Connie gave him a good, strong name in hopes that he would grow up to be good and strong. Maybe Caine was a particularly small or weak child and so she named him after David, the boy who defeated a giant and became King. But that’s all conjecture. Again, the most likely explanation is that MG just plucked a random name from the Hebrew Bible because Jewish(TM).

Drake Merwin

Drake's name is actually really funny. Drake means "dragon" or "snake" and Merwin means either "mariner" or "friend of the sea". I choose to believe that this is a reference to his Whip Arm (because it. it looks like a snake,, perhaps even a sea serpent?). If it is, then it's hilarious and MG is a comedic genius. If it isn't, then it's a hell of a coincidence.

Diana Ladris

As far as I can tell, the name "Ladris" doesnt exist. MG made it up. It may have faintly Greek or Italian origins, which makes sense as Diana was the Roman goddess of the moon and fertility (possibly the Roman interpretation of Artemis? Idk im not a historian I just had a Percy Jackson phase). I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be a reference to Diana's precociousness. At least she wasn’t named Mary! Speaking of which...

Mary Terrafino

Yeah, Mary's is pretty obvious. Mother Mary, Martyr Mary, etc. As far as I can tell Terrafino is of Italian origin, but I can't find a meaning.

Astrid Ellison

So the name Astrid itself comes from Old Norse and means "divinely beautiful". I don't know if this was on purpose but I believe Astrid's name works on three levels: first, referencing her religiosity; second, sounding similar to "asteroid" and thus alluding to her power (that MG completely forgot about after the first book :')); and third, referencing Astrid Hofferson, who just so happens to both look very similar to our Astrid Ellison (white teen girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a ferocious personality) and share a name with her.

I don't believe Ellison has any special secret meaning, but it comes from an Old Welsh name meaning "kind, benevolent" which I think is nice :)

Peter "Little Pete" Ellison

Similarly to Astrid, I'm not quite sure if the name Peter has any special meaning. The name itself means "stone", and if we follow MG's trend of using Biblical names, then it might be a reference to Saint Peter. It's a bit of a stretch, but this could be a reference to Little Pete going metaphysically toe-to-toe with the Gaiaphage from page one, possibly even before the FAYZ (Peter was the first disciple that Jesus revealed himself to). It could even be a reference to his death: martyred at the hands of a mad tyrant (Peter was crucified by Nero).

Edilio Escobar

Idk if it means anything particularly but Edilio's name is so poetic. It's Greek and means "he who is like a statue". I'm 95% sure MG just picked a random Latino-sounding name but damn he was so right with this one. Edilio: so perfect, so tragic. Like a statue.

Lana Arwen Lazar

I also really like that he has name alliteration, it makes him sound like a superhero (as he deserves!). I'm pretty sure the only other character that has that is Brianna*.

*EDIT: And Lana!

We know that Lana's first & middle names are a reference to comic book characters, but not enough people talk about her last name. In the Bible, Lazarus was brought back to life by Jesus--but considering that Lana's parents are apparently giant nerds, this is probably not a reference to the Bible but to the "Lazarus pit". In DC comics, Lazarus pit is basically a giant pit of mysterious green ooz that brings people back to life. Its side effects? White hair and green eyes.* So Lana's last name may be alluding to the Gaiaphage and the hold it has over her: it killed her and brought her back to life, but it changed her. Considering the Gaiaphage has brought people back to life before, it's not too far-fetched.

*Disclaimer: I know this because of fanfiction. It may not be entirely accurate.

Charles "Orc" Merriman

Orc's name obviously has a lot of symbolism behind it. First he's figuratively seen as a monster, then he's literally seen as a monster. Throughout the series we continuously see this dichotomy between "Orc"--the bully, brute, drunkard, rock monster--and "Charles"--the child in desperate need of help.

Pretty sure his last name was just MG having a laugh since this kid is anything but "merry".

Dekka Talent

Dekka the. The. Don't make me say it.

Brianna Berenson

Howard Bassem

Brianna means something like "good, strong, noble" which tracks. Berenson just means "son of Ber" and I can't find a meaning for that so idk.

EDIT: Brianna's name having alliteration is probably on purpose, since it makes her sound more superhero-y.

It rhymes with coward lmao

Bassem is an Arabic name meaning "smile". I'd have to check and see exactly what book his surname is mentioned in, but honestly the first thing I thought of when I saw it was The Paragraph(TM).*

*idk what it is word-for-word but it's smth like "Howard just looked up at me with that crooked smile of his and said 'I'm always behind you, big guy'".

Duck Zhang

He just wanted a pool :(

Hunter Lefkowitz

His name is Hunter and he. he hunts.

Lefkowitz may or may not mean "lion" and if it does then :(

All the other characters' names either don't have a meaning that I can see (i.e, Albert, Brittney, Quinn, etc.) or have a very obviously stated meaning (i.e, Gaia, Sanjit, etc.).

#MG's naming really is so on the nose.#mother mary. hunter the hunter. howard the coward. drake the snake. dekka the dy-#(i think im allowed to make this joke as i am Black & also a lesbian.)#MG really went ham on that religious symbolism huh.#gone series #sam temple #caine soren #astrid ellison #drake merwin #little pete #little pete ellison #edilio escobar #lana arwen lazar #diana ladris #dekka talent #howard bassem #charles merriman

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1 + 6 + 9 + 20 for the riverdale ask game.. im still on s2 btw ive been sooo busy but nevertheless i want to know the best musical episode

1 is already answered. 6 is what musical episode is my favorite. 9 is what character has my favorite costuming. 20 is my favorite quote.

6) honestly the season 7 musical ep was soooo fun. Archie’s going left Archie’s going right Archie’s running anywhere that he can find. also that’s the one that I remember the best

9) Toni has the best costumes imo. i like the grunge vibes that early seasons toni wears (pre time skip & 1950s) and the serpent jacket is fun. this isn’t a specific outfit but i like her pink hair look. i have to admit that i love the fit from the ‘this is the butchest girl twitter can handle’ tweet

20) best quote… ‘the epic highs and lows of high school football’ is a classic of course. but i also like when Kevin says something rude and Betty is like ‘remember when you tried to drag me to get my organs harvested?’ or something. and whatever jughead said about the rat king and rabies I forgot

#answers #m #riverdale spoilers

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Tolkien's forgotten dragons

So going over a gallery of tolkiens personal artwork, you learn a lot of lesser details about his legendarium that's not exactly mainstream.

Like learning that all flying servants of Sauron(most famously the nazgul) had their own coat of arms a unit, or that they had a specific name(Mordors Special Mission Flying Corps, no im not making that up, that's the actual canon name).

Or the story of Turin getting that damned bridge built across the river from Nargothrond, which if you just reqd the text might not seem like the worst idea ever... Until you look at an actual draging of the gates of nargothrond, and you realize that any army of large enough size could have crushed their way through provided they knew where it was.

(Honestly the elves of Beleriand, whatever else their talents might have included, they were not very good at defensive fortifications)

But there is one aspect of them that really stood out to me because it completely recontextulizes a lot of Tolkien's works.

His dragons.

Now we all know Tolkien's Dragons, most famous being Smaug, and depending on your age, ans how you were introduced to the legendarium, you probably know him from one of the above portrayals.

Enormous, huge body, massive batlike wings, the only genuine difference being wheter he has 4 legs or two.

It's a very iconic image, seared into every single person who is a tolkien fan, wheter it be of smaug, or Glaurung, or Ancalagon the black.

All throughouth Tolkiens works, dragons are also refered to ubder the secription "Wyrm" which likely brings to mind the image above of Glaurung. Not a conpletely different concept, but a dragon that is more hunched over, his center of gravity being more to the geound so he looks more snake like.

But that's not at all what it means.

It is also a completely false impression of how Tolkien's dragons actually looked.

Because Tolkiens dragons... Looked like this.

Tolkiens dragons are called wyrms, because just like eastern dragons, they are very much meant to be snake like.

They have incredibly long, serpentine bodies, massive whip like tails, with a lesser neck between the upper set of legs and the head, and they have very clear and large ears along with huge heads.

Meanwhile their legs have a very peculiar shape to them, with smaller back joins and massive front parts above the feet.

Obviously they could be a bit bigger and thicker, as aeen with Tolkien's drawing of Glaurung setting forth from Nargothrond, but the very unique design remains. He and all his kind were far more like snakes, than they were dinosaur like.

We also get to see tolkiens ideas of how his dragons looked evolve over time.

Here is how Tolkien first drew Smaug, and though very different from how later adaptions make dragons, he is not quite there yet. His tail isnt whip like enough, he lacks the distinct shape of the legs, and though Tolkiens smaug was never the level of the Live action movie's behemoth, he is still a bit too small, along with lacking the dragons enormous head compared to their body ratio.

Meanwhile, here we have a later sketch of his final moments, and you can see Tolkien's idea of his dragons have solidified completely, the legs, the head, the enormous size(comparing him to the buildings of laketown, he has to be twice as big here as the previous sketch if not more), anf of course that incredibly long, whiplike tail that only tolkien's dragons have.

Its a very interesting take on dragons, more in line with Avatar the last airbender than any actual adaption of tolkiens work.

It also makes Ancalagon the Black's apparent size come across very differently.

Maybe he really was as big as some imagine him... But he would have been a giant, flying serpent, ala. Jormungandr the world serpent from norse mythology, not a living mountain as most takes draws him as.

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Could you tell me about Rawl Squadron 😍?

UL!!!!! i would LOVE to talk about rawl!!!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH

rawl squadron is my squad of clone ocs!! i posted quite a bit about them when i was last on tumblr but they've undergone heavy revisions in the past month or so after not touching them for like a year sdkfjnskdfj right now i am reworking all of their physical designs so i dont have any new art but i hope to in the future!! and im also completely reworking their story right now!

rawl is in the 77th Attack Battalion or the "Serpent" Battalion (all of the squads are named after different serpent species!! and here's some info on what a rawl is) and is the personal squad of the battalion's jedi (think wolfpack for the 104th) previously they had a different jedi general, another oc of mine, but now cyrus is their jedi general!!

here are some pinterest boards for them if you're interested in how they would dress in modern clothing. there's also lots of tattoo inspo for all of them bc they all are heavily tattooed lmao.

NOW here are some intros for them (this was so hard to condense LMAO):

Lt. Barun (CT-3527) - first in command of the squad. batchmates with shir. his name means rain in farsi. he has a mech-arm from the same explosion that almost killed poke on their first mission as a squad. he does not like that he was put in charge and does not want to be in charge. he hates rules and loves thinking on the fly and improvising. he's impatient and reckless and has boundless amounts of energy. he's incredibly charismatic and very good at motivating people. he gets promoted to commander later in the war. pronouns are he/him. name is pronounced like bah-rune.

Sgt. Viper (CT-4091) - second in command of the squad. is the only member of the squad that only has one tattoo (a tattoo of a rawl - all members have some version of a rawl tattooed on them). is very quiet and reserved. he has compulsive tendencies and is a very by the book person. he is tense around the squad and doesn't know how to loosen up or be vulnerable which leads to him often feeling ostracized. he is incredibly level headed and who everyone looks to in a crisis situation even though he is the second in command. he is the best sharpshooter in the squad. pronouns are he/him.

ARC Trooper Clint (CT-9330) - clint is an ARC trooper and to quote my notes "basically a cowboy but make it nonbinary and gay as hell" skdjfnskdjfn he has a buzzed, shaved head that he likes to dye bright colors occasionally. they have one cybernetic eye from a mission gone wrong. very laid back and they speak with a drawl. loud! opinionated! extroverted! and adopted nitro as his introverted friend. best described as the life of the party. joined rawl later in the war and often takes other missions since they are an ARC. pronouns are he/they.

Cpl. Nitro (CT-8119) - nitro is a munitions and demolitions expert. he has dark hair that is greying at his temples. he has hearing aides due to repeated, close exposure of loud explosions and noises that have damaged his ears. he's incredibly quick witted and smart but also very blunt. he often comes off as cold and harsh. he is very introverted and Clint is his very best friend in the whole wide world. pronouns are he/him. (nitro was also the first one of the squad that i created <3)

Cpl. Carrot (CT-7149) - carrot has orange air (dyed) and has lots and lots of piercings. he is a Big Boy and he uses a Big Gun. carrot is that weird art kid. he's a hopeless romantic. very smart about specific topics but has no common sense. he is an incredibly genuine and caring person. gets hit on the most out of the entire squad but doesn't know why (its bc he's hot AND genuine). he painted the design on rawl's transport ship and he paints all of the squad's armor. pronouns are he/him.

Cpl. Shir (CT-3279) - batchmate of barun. he has long hair that goes down to his waist, but he keeps it in a braid most of the time. his name means lion in farsi. he is the Mom of the squad and also a pilot. very aggressive with his love and very protective. would fight a Sith with his bare hands if they threatened anyone in his squad. he is a very angry boy and often get in trouble for mouthing off to superiors. a cynic, a nihilist, and person who is deeply hurting!! pronouns are he/him. name is pronounced like shear.

Cpl. Robin (CT-4409) - his hair began to grey early due to a genetic mutation. he has freckles and an x shaped scar on one of his temples from a training accident. he is the scout of the squad and has the best reflexes. he is the definition of a puppy in human form. happy! excitable! friendly! and incredibly devoted to his friends. he hides his insecurities behind a bright smile and a laugh. he is best friends with jasper. pronouns are he/him.

Pt. Jasper (CT-5036) - jasper has vitiligo, something that he is very insecure about but that he grows to hate less and accept more after joining rawl. he is the best in the squad at hand to hand combat and is the squad's strategist. he is incredibly anxious, nervous and is not confident in himself. he is incredibly INCREDIBLY intelligent (like a genius) and very literal. humor often goes over his head. best friends with robin. pronouns are he/him.

Pt. Poke (CT-9651) - poke is bald and his head and upper body is crisscrossed with heavy scarring because of an explosion he was caught in during the first official mission rawl had together. he made a joke right after it happened. he has a spine implant that runs down his back, another result of the explosion that almost killed him. he is the jokester. the definition of a clown and will be cracking jokes in the middle of a mission. he gets dumb tattoos and on the surface it fits his personality but really he got them so that people would laugh at his tattoos and not his scars (he's very insecure about them). he is the jack of all trades of the squad. the glue that holds them together <3 pronouns are he/him.

oKAY AND DONE i did try to condense about 15 pages of notes but this is still very long whoops!!! THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BELOVEDS!!!!

#they are so precious to me!#made them 2 years ago can you believe #also if youre curious the reason the battalion is the 77th is because 7 is a lucky number in persian culture <3 #clone ocs #sw ocs #rawl squadron #lime green danger boys #jedi master cyrus #my ocs #min answers

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