☆ love; heretical and divine
{☆} characters tsaritsa
{☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader
{☆} warnings blood
{☆} word count 0.8k
To love a God is heretical. It is an act of blasphemy– it is to drag them down from their throne of hollow gold, to topple the pedestal the worshipers uphold on their shoulders like lambs at the herders heel. It is the act of forcing them to their knees and ripping that beating heart of glorious gold and beautiful, cruel divinity from their chest, so pure it burns.
To love a God is to make them sin. To make them painfully, horribly human.
To love a God is to sin.
The love of a worshiper is no love at all, brilliant in its raw purity, untainted by sin. It is fear and obedience masked by adoration so overpowering it corrupts. It makes the lamb so unquestioning in it's faith it will never question the knife that cuts, the teeth that rip, the claws that tear. If the Creator deemed them unworthy of the very life crafted by their hands, then they must have committed a sin so grave there lay no salvation for their horrid soul.
But she is no worshiper– her lips speak of heresy as easily as she breathes, her words nothing but lies, cold and cruel like the ice that crawls along her skin like webs.
She loves a God like a lover should.
A damned sinner reaching longingly for the heavens.
She loves a God in the subtle brush of their lips, their muffled voices behind closed doors as they indulge in curiosity untamed. She is a sinner through and through, but she feels herself fall further with every brush of her hand across their cheeks, every touch she bestows upon them like a lover. She memorizes the imperfections of their body like memorizing a map– every scar, every mark, every line drawn on their body like a canvas, her touch the brush that stains the pristine white.
No devoted lamb shall ever see the painting they create in these stolen moments– it is for the eyes of a heretic so vile it makes them shudder, their body dirtied by the love of a woman so vile even their divinity is obscured by the ice.
The lambs may be satisfied with fleeting glimpses of gold and empty words from lips that guide them to the jaws of the wolves, but she is not. Her hands crave them like a starving hound, aching to touch that imperfect skin hidden by the veil of gold that obscures the painfully human body beneath. She longs to free them from the golden cage that binds them– to see their wings blot out the sky, their divinity tainted by sin and making them all the more beautiful for it.
It is a longing that leaves a festering wound that cannot heal, will not heal. Even if it could, she would not let it.
For as much as she tries, deny it as she may, she is no better then the blind lambs following the herder who holds a blade in their hand, glittering like gold in the sun, stained by dull red.
She is a fool, and what a fool they make of her with the touch of their hands against her skin– so cold it leaves frost on their fingertips. Yet they do not fear the cold, mapping out every inch of her imperfections, carved into her body by her own hands.
She has always been a heretic, cursing the divine until she could speak no more, but if divinity can be found in them – in this love that consumes, that burns her hands and her lips – then she is a Saint, praying at the altar until her throat bled.
But in the end, she has and will always be a cold woman with hands stained with blood. Until it is all she can taste, until it is all she can smell, until it is all she can feel. These hands of hers, heretical and divine, will bleed the God from their veins– she will become the wolf to their lamb until the rivers of Teyvat run gold with their ichor, until the gold bleeds into red, the taste of their divinity on her tongue.
Until she drags a God from their lofty throne and makes of them a monster.
There is no greater triumph to the heretic then to love a God into sin. To make a God sin to love.
To love is to be human, and they are no God.
Even if she must tear the gold from their very being until all that's left is something human. Even if Teyvat crumbles and decays, even if it begins over and over again..
She will do it again and again, until the gold can bleed no longer. Until her sins grow too great for Teyvat to contain.
To love a God is to devour, and be devoured. An endless cycle of sin that dulls the glow of gold into something new– something horrifying and divine, in it's own right. Something just as horrid as her, just as divinely corrupted by the sins she carries on her shoulders like a trophy, as gold as the sun and as cold as ice.
Divinity, carved into something human by love all consuming, until it all bleeds away and they begin their dance anew, for as many cycles as it takes.
An eternity, if she must, of dooming this world of theirs to fire and decay for a glimpse of the being snared by their golden shackles.
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Not trying to wade too deep into the ongoing Jance debate (I've already reblogged people who've made the same argument I would)
But for those who interpret Nace's line in the film as him being tired/annoyed with the shipping stuff, I will point out:
That moment was filmed pre-Stožice while they were setting up the stage.
They made that "there's an ongoing conspiracy theory and it's all true" video while backstage before the show... so probably a few days AFTER the exchange we saw in the film.
If they really were tired of the shipping at that point, I doubt they would have thrown fuel on the fire with that video. So, at least at that time, I think it's fair to assume they were more amused than annoyed by it.
How they feel about it NOW... that's a different question. But at least during that moment in the film, I really think they were joking.
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I don't think I ever actually wanted a live-action ATLA adaptation
I've been seeing all the stuff the showrunner has been saying about the upcoming Netflix adaptation. I want to say it's discouraging, but it feels wrong because I can't say for sure that I was ever truly encouraged about it. The more I hear about it, the more I find myself asking "Why?".
Why do we care so much about ATLA getting a live-action adaptation?
The original was a good show. Not just a good kid's animated show, but a good show in general. It was a deep, compelling show about war and loss and spirituality and how people, especially children, work through all of that. It was beautiful. It was fun. It was tragic. It was silly. It was badass.
What can live-action do or add that the cartoon couldn't? Especially after cramming 20 episodes of story into 8. Grittiness? Blood? (The perceived legitimacy live-action has over animation?)
Sure, it looks like ATLA, and the visual effects are better than The Movie (of course they do, The Movie is turning 14 this year). But the visuals won't matter if the story isn't just as good. We keep hearing about things being cut out or "toned down" and new scenes being added that I feel are unnecessary. I'm not saying you can't change things in an adaptation or that the original show is perfect; it just feels weird when so many of the changes seem to misunderstand the original.
There's also all the talk about taking the show more seriously and trying to bring in people who like things like Game of Thrones. Adaptations are used to make a story more accessible to a wider audience, but most don't change the genre even if they're far removed from the source material (Moriarty the Patriot looks very different from the original Sherlock Holmes stories, but it's still a crime drama at heart). The Movie also tried to be more serious and look how it's been remembered.
The new show might be fine. It might even be good. But, personally, I don't think it will ever be good enough for me to choose to rewatch it over the original.
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Ok ok…. Idk… if for sure that Spirit will be in lbl, rn the story is kinda falling apart but regardless I really wanted to do a design for him and and his Zelda Phantom cuz I love them so much 😭
I imagine that Phantom actually grew to like fighting and the phantom armor so she started taking fighting classes with the soldier guy and spars with Spirit! And she got a custom made armor that resembles the old phantom armor, just more lightweight and less uncomfortable for her lol. I imagine that she doesn’t want to sit around helplessly if there is danger again, so she wants to be able to protect herself but most importantly, she wants to protect Spirit. She’s still a super girly princess tho cuz I love that about her <3333
And then with Spirit, I feel like he’d still be an engineer, but he’s been promoted! I also imagine him as mute so he used that notepad to communicate with people. Idk why but Spirit specifically gave me silent vibes (I know the links are silent technically but they all speak in lbl but I don’t imagine it’s the same for Spirit)
They’re just two awkward 13 year olds and I adore them
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2023 reading list: The Wicked + The Divine (2014)
You are of the pantheon. You will be loved. You will be hated. You will be brilliant. Within two years, you will be dead.
(ID under the cut.)
ID: Four large animated banners using panels and art from The Wicked + The Divine.
1: Three silhouettes standing on a shadowy mountain of bodies against a sketchy pink and purple sky, holding weapons in their hands. A circle of twelve symbols, each representing a god or goddess, hovers in the air in front of them. The icons rotate randomly through skulls, blank circles, and the symbols themselves.
2: A young black woman sits and stares at her cigarette. She snaps her fingers, making a "KLLK" sound. The cigarette lights itself. Her face shifts to surprise. Shadows creep in from the outer edges, until only the light of the cigarette lights her face.
3: A stadium drawn in a pink and purple gradient. In the upper left corner, a pair of fingers snap and make the same "KLLK" sound. Over a series of five panels, the stadium explodes into a bright white light. A shadowy inhuman figure is burnt up in the explosion. When it fades, a burnt husk of the same cityscape is left behind.
4: Ten narrow rectangles frame profiles of different individuals. They rotate through three phases: Black and white; a purple gradient; and fully colored. The colors move across the page in waves. Behind them is a night sky, lit up with pink outlines of constellations.
/End ID]
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