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[saturbloodline]

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Credits : @the-ow

It's my inspiration, thank you.

[reality-detective]

This 👆 is Creepy 🤔

[anangelwithnowings]

Your time is fast approaching. Those who venture too close are never met with kindness, for you I'll fall, if only it ensures your saftey.

I will die over and over again, if all to protect you.

[artandthebible]

The Annunciation

Artist: Frederic James Shields (British, 1833-1911)

Date: 1894

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Manchester Art Gallery, Manchester, United Kingdom

[genderbendervender]

the "Becoming" of Jim Lake and suicidal symbolism

I can rant for hours about that moment in s3 ep10 "A House Divided" (trollhunters in general as well). So many visual tropes that usually relate to suicide and death are used.

Jim sitting with his head in his hands.

Water slowing filling the tub.

The phone buzzes, and buzzes from its spot on the counter.

Jim standing, staring into the tub.

His family and friends arrive home, something is wrong, they hear the water, they run upstairs.

Jim climbs in, lays himself down.

They all begin to bang on the door and call out to him.

Jim sinks, depicted as a black void, inky darkness closing over any light.

Strickler, terrified, breaks open the door.

Jim is gone

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[tremblingdolll]

Tomura Shigaraki was supposed to fly, but no he wasn’t Shigaraki at the time when he was supposed to fly when he was Tenko, Tenko Shimura. The symbolism of flying is freedom, but Tomura Shigaraki will never be free. He will forever be controlled or trapped either by his father or all for one, he will never be free. It’s specifically shown at the end of his short sad life when all for one finally has complete control over Shigaraki. “He was meant to fly” but All for one took that away from him, made his puppet, gave him the decay quirk instead. Maybe that’s why Shigaraki wasn’t able to control his decay, because his body wasn’t made to have decay, he was supposed to fly.

[leahrossy]

'Circus Failure' The Dealer Introduction.

This excerpt is the introduction scene for the main antagonist of my book called 'Circus Failure' For context the MC Ava wants to join a circus and has to speak with the big boss.

The room’s airspace was vaporous smoke. Unlit and concealed. Without delay, Ava sputters hacks as the smoke slithers down her throat.

The room was so heated that Ava believed the trailer was on fire.

To the right, Ava could make out a bed, neatly dressed. She peers to the left of the room that was in cold blood darkness.

At the sharp end of the room, light from a lamp acted as a spotlight for the main event sitting at their desk.

Lit in golden was a bourn, dark skinned man in a black suit. His boundless black hair prowled. Serving as slithering serpents. His face had a burly build, which appeared warm and obliging. His razor edged crimson eyes hold a burning gaze towards Ava. Offering opportunities that appeal to a rising star. His smile glints as he is the shining ore Ava had been looking for.

He spoke in flaming prosperity and goodwill. “Why hello little lady”

Her mind is racing with upcoming decisions and thoughts. This is her moment to strike.

“Hi” Ava responds. Elevating her posture to look presentable. Although she’ll never line up to his standard.

He spreads his arm far to the chair sitting in front of the desk. “Would you like to take a seat?”

“Sure” Ava chirps. Hiking towards the desk.

The smoke had evaporated giving her a clear look at the interior of the trailer. A cupboard and sink in front of the window, empty yet it looked used by the scratches and spills. Frames hung on the wall. One she passes held a picture of that potent man set on stage, striking with a long stick that flamed at each end. Quite hazardous. Preoccupied by the pictures, she hadn’t notice the black cat that was sprawled out on carpet floor. She lays her foot on its tail and the feline shrieks in anguish. Hurrying away from her.

“Now Ignis be nice to our deal candidate” She gains a honey smile from the man. However, the aggravated cat huffs and walks elsewhere.

She reaches the desk, pulls back the glossy leather seat and sits down.

“Now my dear” The gentle man begins. “Tell me your name”

“Ava Banc” She states. She curses her tottering voice, it has her sound amateurish.

“Delightful to meet you Ava” He goes to shake her hand, that she does shake.

“My name is The Dealer. Others around here call me Dealer. Although that’s more thoroughly a title used by my close companions. Would indicate much authority for new commers or honourees, but enough about myself, inform me about you”

Now this is a flaw of Ava’s. She’s very poor at speaking about herself. There’s nothing she can express on. Only the joys of her substandard life.

“Oh…Well… I live here in the city of Dubna”

“Ah, a pristine occurrence that we chose to perform our show right nearby you, such an engaging city to be upon” The Dealer comments. That’s less agreed upon.

“Yeah. It is” She responds judiciously.

“Anyhow, I was versed that you would like to join our show?”

“Yes, I would. I was intrigued by your poster. Lately I’ve been struggling to find a job. No one would take me in, cause I was inexperienced or they were full” She explains. Ava feels rude for oversharing to someone she had just met. Yet, he is benevolent.

“Oh you poor pup” He tilts his head. “Disheartened by such dubious issues”

Her mind pauses. Someone, a person feels sympathy. So used to close ones acknowledging her struggles. Yet someone as gifting as The Dealer, heightens her chances.

So moved she could only produce a soft laugh. “There’s another issue beside that”

The Dealer grows curious. “What might that be?”

Ava takes in a deep breath before answering. “My parents. They’d pressure me when I was young. To get things done right and to know so much. When I turned 18 I was immediately sent to find a job. Though everything I went for, they either did not like it or it did not fit their preferences. They never wanted what was best for me, they only wanted the best of me for themselves. The best I struggle to grasp” She stares down at her open palms, the ones that have helped her climb to where she is. Gliding her eyes back to The Dealer, who stares before nodding, contort to comprehension. “Dispiriting. Parents treating their world as it were a planet. Dependent on its resources because they helped it grow. And yet, they never see the damage they caused to it. Polluting dreams and littering shattered hopes. Until that planet overheats and produces very little”

Ava sat back, twiddling her finders, dazed by his use of  words.

“I understand your position just how I understood theirs. The performers seen by you have been afflicted with negligence far beyond you can fly” The Dealer opens a drawer out of Ava’s view and lights the cigar he had taken out of it.

“Labyrinths from nefarious nurturing. Famished fidos” He sighs. “Their stories have made them seem irrevocable. Yet through my munificence, performed metanoia. For I can present any dolour that is iffy to any tarot deck of cards. They found a home behind latibule curtains. Dressed and are affectation”

It occupies her mind. Those joy filled, experienced performers been through artifice times and were nourished by The Dealer. She is graced with the exact.

“It is only fair that I gift you that also” The euphonious voice offers. The unbelievable possibility had came true. The opulence life is ahead of her. She peers to The Dealer through the mist of chimerical.

“Really?” She mummers. It’s leal, finally reality. What a noctuary can do. A redamancy for Ava’s allegory.

“My circus is your ardour, along with mine. Your elysian to gather felicity from adoring fans. No more lament nor grotesque. Only home”

Home.

With tears cloaking her eyes. She whispers. “Thank you”

“Here” The Dealer reaches an empty hand to Ava’s ear. With a snap of his fingers against it, he now held a card with 6 of spades. He lowers it on the table in front of Ava. “For keep sake, My Dear. Hang tight to it”