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sk3l3t0n444 · 3 months
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woah sleeping on the couch :0 havent done that in like 3 years
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justinegreenpie · 1 month
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creaturefeaster · 7 months
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wet & cold
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nilesmoon · 6 months
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Path to Freedom: an Amprule First Note analysis thingy
Due to popular demand (of my 3 friends), I've decided to type up another break down of an amprule illustration!!! yippee!!!!
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Once again let's start simple!! the light composition!! There is a clear light/shadow duality happening in this illustration so here's a neat chart I made to show it:
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Now you might notice the red/green tint I added, as well as how Chungsung is in the light meanwhile Dongha is in the dark. So let's break down the components of each side.
Dongha is surrounded by shadows. The shadows likely show how he feels trapped in the Yeon family. The paintings that surround him add even more pressure because he has the Yeon family name to live up to.
He is looked down by the paintings behind him (it's only Chungsung who's looking up at him) meanwhile Dongha doesn't look at anyone, he fears that he has failed the family (his father). He seems to be considering his choices between the two paths he could take.
What are his two paths exactly? Well, they're shown through the doors! The door next to him and the door below him.
The door next to him will possibly take him deeper into the mansion. The path is pitch-black and the darkness will make him feel even more lost. This path will probably keep him trapped in the mansion forever.
The door below him is lit up and will possibly lead him to the exit. The path is lit up and it all seems good, but there is yet another painting in the way. His fight for freedom won't be easy but we already know that he is determined to take that step forward.
The physical locations of the doors could also mean something. The one that leads inside the mansion is higher up, it means that if Dongha wants to keep his social status he's gonna have to give up his freedom. But if he wants to become free he'll have to "lower" himself and possibly lose his status. (It is worth pointing out how the positions of the characters show their imbalance as well.)
Now, everything I've mentioned to this point has been focusing on Dongha's struggles, so where's Chungsung in all of this?
I've talked about the role colors play in Amprule art in my previous post. Chungsung's red contrasts with the Yeon family green and gives Dongha a place to Be. There is no red in this illustration, Chungsung is as trapped in the family as Dongha is.
Just with the way he's positioned shows us that he is leaning toward the idea of freedom (is it his freedom, does he want Dongha to be free, or is it just his willingness to be a tool for Dongha's freedom). And if we take account of the light = freedom & shadow = restraint meanings, the light is practically shining upon him.
But at the end of the day, he is still only a butler and he is waiting for Dongha to make a decision. His loyalty to Dongha is not something to question, we all know that Chungsung will stand by his side no matter which path he chooses. However, if Dongha chooses to go deeper into the mansion he might end up being separated from Chungsung and their distance would become even bigger.
"To me Amprule means freedom." is something Dongha says to Hajun in the Showdown Aftermath drama track. Dongha forming Amprule is not only him choosing his freedom but choosing to get closer to Chungsung as well. Though I suppose neither of them are aware of how they've been closing the gap.
Considering how this is a bit of a "prequel to Amprule" type of image it gives us a decent look into just how suffocating their lives in the Yeon family were. They still haven't made it to equal footing, but we know that they're slowly getting there and setting themselves free.
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thelien-art · 1 year
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Melkor writing his book in the fourth age Valinor; inspired by @foxindarkness fanfiction: "Build Up A New Us"
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This started as a sketch last week when I was rereading it and then I just got gripped by it, then I added a background and I didn´t hate it, so I had to make Melkor himself more detailed and I liked it enough to want to show people, also everyone who hasn´t read it yet? What are you doing? Go check it out, it is my favorite fanfiction EVER!
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jiggery-duggery · 3 months
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how I look suggesting to my group partners that we do our bio presentation on vultures
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anawrites3 · 2 years
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Dick halted before passing the living room entrance, taken aback by the scene he witnessed. When he left - and it's worth noting, only for a minute or two - his father and his fiance sat as far away from each other as sofas and armchairs arrangement allowed it. They weren't exactly engaged in even moderately polite conversation but /at least/ they weren't arguing as well. It wasn't that bad. Now although...
To be completely honest, Dick wasn't sure what happened. They were still sitting in the same places, still not talking, and still not even looking at each other. The atmosphere shifted a little, that was one of the signs that he missed something possibly important. There were more signs, probably way more giving, such as frozen meat Bruce held to the left side of his face, or smeared blood under Slade's nose and his beard that looked like he tried to wipe it quickly.
Of course.
"The fuck?" he asked pointedly looking at Alfred, the picture of elegance and composure, standing straight in the corner of the room.
"Master Bruce and Mister Wilson had a...disagreement" butler explained throwing one of his disapproving looks their way.
Of fucking course.
"It was quickly resolved" to that, Dick noted, Alfred seemed to look a little too self-satisfied "and I proposed something cold to cool gentlemen down. And for the damage, obviously. Mister Wilson refused."
Bruce only murmured something unhappily but Slade was rather stubborn about getting on Alfred's bad side, like refusing his polite act of mercy wasn't enough. "I'll heal in an hour, no need for that sh-"
It's going to be a long evening.
Anon this is BRILLIANT!! Amazing writing too!! Ahhh its so good!!
Bruce and Slade are trying their best to not fight each other but only when Dick is in the same room 😂 They don't even mind Alfred there lmao I love it, I wonder what they were thinking when they started that fight - they had to know that Dick will be back soon 🤣 It's "We'll act like nothing happened, maybe he won't notice" kinda thing 😂💕💕 amazing
I love the idea so much, let me add a bit to that 👀
"I swear to God, you are worse than children." Dick let a sigh escape his lips as he sat down on the sofa, right in the middle of the room. That way he was sitting evenly in between both Bruce and Slade, and they both looked conflicted whether to move closer to him or stay where they are, as far away from the other man as possible.
"He started it." Bruce complained under his breath and Dick sent him a pointed look.
"I really don't care who started, Bruce. And it's not like it matters anyway, you both are way too old to act like this."
Slade crossed his arms over his chest with a mumbled complain and leaned back against the armchair he was sitting on. Dick glanced at the blood still smeared over his face and stood up again with another sigh.
"I can't believe you two, I literally left for three minutes!"
"A lot can happen in that time."
"Yeah, I can see that." Dick remarked, bitter. "Fighting, making a mess of yourselves-"
He reached for a tissue to gently clean up Slade's face. The blood stopped running already thanks to the man's healing factor but his nose still was fractured if not broken from the punch. It would take a while to heal and while Slade got way more serious injuries on daily basis, it still must've hurt like hell.
Dick looked down at the button-down shirt Slade was wearing, at a few drops of blood that got on it and let a small pout enter his face.
"My favorite shirt too..." he lamented quietly.
Bruce looked away. Slade shifted a bit in his place, uncomfortable. Good, they should feel bad about it!
"I can wash it out, it's just some blood." Slade assured him with a half-shrug. His rough fingers found Dick's wrist and squeezed gently. "Or I can buy another one like this."
"I don't want you to buy another stupid shirt, I want you both to stop fighting!"
"Dick-"
"Little bird-"
"No! Shut up, I don't want to hear it!" Dick snapped, taking a step back to glare at both of them. "You're both important to me and I'm so fed up with all your stupid fighting! You are going to start acting like adults and learn how to live around each other without trying to kill each other!"
Bruce ran his hand down his face, suddenly looking tired.
"You know it's not that easy, chum."
"It is! You're my dad and Slade is my fiance, I'm not going to give up on either of you because you don't like each other!"
"It's Deathstroke, Dick! This has nothing to do with disliking, this man killed thousands-"
"I love it when you're calling me your fiance." Slade hummed with an easy smirk as if Bruce didn't speak at all. He sent Bruce a look over Dick's shoulder and enjoyed the way Wayne tensed. "Can't wait until we change it to 'husband' though."
Bruce clenched his jaw with so much force that Dick worried about his teeth. He hated being reminded that Deathstroke would soon become a part of his family and Slade knew it far too well.
"You're not helping, Slade!" Dick hissed.
Slade looked back to him and pressed his lips to Dick's wrist before pulling him onto his laps. Bruce leapt up from his place.
"Not really trying to."
Dick screamed.
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silhouettecrow · 5 months
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365 Days of Poems: Day 5 (January 5th)
Pale Heart
a heart
calcified
hardened with bone
turned white as ivory
grown over with ossification
a heart
enclosed
surrounded in a glass prism
outlined with gold filigree
circled by wax and flame
a heart
spellbound
whispered into blindness
chilled by crystalline frost
held in a dreaming state
a heart
a̷ ̶h̵e̷a̵r̵t̷
а нҿаят
ʇ̴ɹ̴ɐ̴ǝ̴ɥ̴ ɐ̴
a̴ h̪ͥe̢̳̝a_̂rt̢ͨ͘
it's ₳ ⱧɆ₳Ɽ₮
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Here's the link to the corresponding writing prompt post
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vanyafresita · 8 months
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decided yesterday i wanted to make a zine... and now i have TWO of them planned with sketches of the pages and everything lmfaooo
nobody can stop me now 😛
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kojakaj · 6 months
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being an older sibling is like fine and fun. until its like. “oh my intense desire to protect and defend you is because i traumatized you throughout our entire childhood on accident. and somehow you still managed to live a better life than me in every aspect. and the only way i will ever be able to make up for how much i scared you is to constantly be in your service from far enough away that you never know.”
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girl-bateman · 6 months
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Crazy how many kids grow up afraid that someone else will find out abt their parents substance abuse issues when it is something that literally affects 1 in 8 families.
Crazy how many kids grow up feeling lonely and misunderstood while there are likely several other kids in their class going through the same thing.
Crazy how many kids grow up isolating themselves and lying to others for the protection and comfort of parents whose job it should be to protect them.
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castingcomets · 9 months
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Every summer I feel like i've grown a lot and I'll do better this time around but then the Autumn hits and the specific way it makes me feel has changed and grown and compounded too and now like every year im sitting here with so much homework feeling so lost and uncertain. And I want to make cookies
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modern-alebrije · 11 months
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that last post reminded me that last week i wad thinking a lot about my grandma, and how her last words to me had been through the phone over thousands of miles apart. she'd been intubated, and i couldn't understand anything she said. i was 10 going on 11, and we'd been in the US for a few years by then, so when we spoke for that last time, it'd been a few years since we'd been in the same room together.
and so i kept thinking about how i never got the chance to get know her as an adult person, just as my grandma. everything new i've learned about her since has been through the people in my life who knew her. when i got my promotion at work, when i went to kansas for a work conference, i wish i could've told her about it.
i remember lying to her, that last time we spoke on the phone, saying "yes grandma" as if i knew what she was saying. i can't remember what her voice sounded like anymore. the last thing i ever said to her was how much i loved her.
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todayisafridaynight · 11 months
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YEAH totally understandable, I have a zillion WIPs lying around for the same reason... I of course eagerly await whatever you decide on though! Also I have actually read it like four or five times lol it is a huge comfort and I was feeling down + still trying to write something at length about both fics so have to revisit them at least on occasion
AT LEAST FOUR TIMES i aint got any words other than thanky ou fro enjoyin the fic so much !! ♪(´▽`)♪(´▽`)
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astrxealis · 1 year
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lowkey just got a therapy session from my philosophy teacher ohmy
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louismygf · 2 years
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lucky again lyrics
#i love this song. i love it so so much....:(#louis said i can interpret it in anyway i want to so im interpreting it as kind of a love letter to himself#hes saying he was just a regular guy once but he was just lucky once bc of xfuk and his time in 1d#theres this maturity in there where he accepts the criticism people throw at him bc 'he must have incredible luck to get picked'...#bc ''his voice isnt that impressive or that hes not enough''#he accepts those....‚ but then he says he could be lucky again in his next endeavors. in his solo career#in fitf interviews i've noticed how he keeps saying he's ''lucky enough'' to be making the music he wants to make#to share his music without... really worrying about money or the means to make his own festival or etc#fame (and especially at the level 1d had) can really make you lose your way#louis once ''chased radio'' by following the trends‚ by having those collabs w steve & bebe#not speaking for him but im guessing those songs (or the sound at least of those songs at least) didnt make him fulfilled‚‚#but now. he figured it out‚ and he made his way back to a life he would choose.#i'm a hard man to find (meaning he lost himself along the way) but HE figured it out and he loves himself for that 😭 <- my interpretation#idk i think it's a self-love song and he's recognizing his own strength by pulling himself out of that darkness/madness#and finding clarity in how he wants to live his life or how to manage his career from now on#he dresses songs up as love songs directed to his partner so well#in this song its probably supposed to be about him & a lover getting back together but for me it feels autobiographical#the superman lyrics are really good too 😔😔😔#rrghhrgr i just think these lyrics are so good . many layers to them. it's one of the most hopeful in the album :‚)#very curious as to what louis thinks of this song and what sentiments he can share about it#oh god i havent even talked about the first verse🥺#you give and give until it's gone away. in his relationships‚ in his career‚ in 1d most especially.#i see how hard youve worked to be yourself GOD. this ties in w the negative side comments he keeps getting. way back then (xfuk) & even now#hes. just reassuring himself. it's a feel good song for himself (tbh hearing the song is so uplifting & motivating i love itttt)#YEAH ok enough. again‚‚‚ i. want to hear louis speak ab this song i hope he does somehow....‚#he accepts he was lucky for being put in a band like 1d but he also accepts and affirms the hard work he's done in his life#and that... he could be lucky again....:)#louis it's just bad luck for now 😭❤️‍🩹 you'll be lucky again !! rest up & gws‚ dont be too hard on urself ily🫶🏽#also just to be clear those critics r wrong ok sure luck was involved but what really made louis get picked is his perseverance
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