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rabarbarzcukrem · 2 months
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Ok so it's like.
The motorcycle scene: Touga is obviously imitating Akio and failing miserably. Represents an attempt at achieving maturity and adulthood through adopting empty symbols of power. Gives the impression of movement and progress, but in reality is going in circles. It gets faster and faster, there's a sense of danger and agitation. Touga is driving and Saionji sits in the sidecar, they're not on the same level and Saionji disapproves. Seems like they're heading towards some destination, but they're going nowhere.
The bike scene: A reference to their shared memories. Represents clinging to the past and trying to return to the time of childhood. The wheels may be turning, but the bike stands in place. It get slower and slower as Touga gets more tired until he finally stops completely. There's a sense of nostalgia and emotional fatigue. Touga is the only one pedaling, but Saionji doesn't comment on it (meaning that perhaps Touga being in control wasn't the problem in the first place. Maybe it was always about wanting to restore their lost connection and equal footing). They're facing opposite directions, but at the same time leaning on each other.
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renai-fr · 1 year
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Dragon-A-Day 2023- day 5, a Grand Exchange dragon
I drew Susie and Patches, playing poker!
(Whoo boy, this taught me that there's a reason it's a dragon a day, not multiple. Pain in the rear... I really wish I had had time to color, but I didn't want it to take another week. On to the next thing!)
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skyeslittlecorner · 4 months
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Duty of a right hand man: Bael
My clock says it's angst time, and since I am cursed with the ability to arrange the letters of the alphabet in a certain order, I am going to share it with you. These boys lives in hell and I’m gonna make it literal. I'm sorry, Bael, but you're perfect for this. Words count: 724 Warning: cruelty, blood, indication of death
꧁*:・ ✡ ・:*꧂
Slashed bodies of angels littered the street at Bael's feet. Limbs and torsos, chopped with a whip, lay in dead silence; white feathers were lost in the snow, which had soaked up red with pools of blood. It was not the first and not the last time that a self-proclaimed legion entered Avisos. Today there were more of them than ever, but they were no wiser. Bael relaxed his hand. He didn't need a weapon as the last noises of the battle had died down moments ago. Naberius should organize the medics, Stolas collect the wounded, and Amon get rid of the enemy remnants. The boys were a crazy but well-oiled machine. He sighed and slumped against the wall. Just a moment. He needed to breathe.
Things would be much easier if Beel were with them. Either him, or Descendant of Solomon. Bael felt a strange stinging just above the hip when he thought about them. They didn't see each other often. He didn't have time for that, and they seemingly didn’t care about it. They were almost always with Beel, busy with God knows what; probably with everything but their duties. Although after all the time Bael had spent as a false king, maybe ruling wasn’t Beelzebub duty anymore. To negotiate, to fight, to reign. It's just... it would be nice to have someone by your side. Of course, he was neither surprised nor angry. Who wants to work when they can party and travel? And apparently with someone who's worth it?
The pain intensified and nausea rose in his throat. He was Beel's best friend, he agreed to leave everything and do anything to help his King and Avisos. Just those... thoughts started to come more and more often. Today they were especially torn and mixed. That’s why Bael preferred to be so busy that he fell asleep standing up. A disloyal regent? This country deserves better.
He took a rasping breath. A cloud of steam rose from his lips, danced over the chest and blurred in cold air.
In needed to distract himself he tried to stand up, but his legs somehow refused to obey.  Fire seems to burn in his side, making it more and more unbearable. He took out his phone and stared at Beel's number. It would be a holiday if he answered. For a moment, emptiness filled Bael's head like cotton, vast and foggy. Slowly, he dialed the number of the second person who came to his mind. And who possibly would like to spare some time for him.
“Hello?”
“MC, who’s calling?”
“Don't be interested, it’s my business!”
Two voices of two people whom Bael considered his closest. Probably if Beel hears him, he'll hang up immediately.
“Nevermind. Bael, what’s up?”
“I... Avisos... Avisos is doing great.” He gripped his side. His hand might as well have been a red-hot rod stuck in his ribs. He slowly realized why it was so painful. Sticky blood flowed through his fingers. As the puddle of redness was growing on the frozen sidewalk, he stared hypnotized. So much… Where did it come from? 
“This failure of a man just tried to feed me with a fried cockroach.”
“Come on baby, it’ll be funny!”
The snow melted into the red liquid, but Bael felt no cold. Every breath burned. Each breath made him feel lighter. Indeed, funny…  The voices of the argument also became quieter. 
“I just... it’s good to hear you. Both.”
“Bael! Tell them, you would trust me, wouldn't you? I promise cockroaches tastes great and are full of protein.”
“I would.” He closed his eyes and added in his thoughts: I always did.
Slowly through the muffled mind a smells begin to tickle his nose. The iron scent of blood, the lilac stench of angelic bodies. His eyes were open, but instead of darkness, everything turned white. It was as if the steam from his mouth had completely obscured the view. He couldn't follow the conversation anymore, but those two voices made him feel... cozy. As if they were right next to him. As if the pain had almost stopped choking him.
With the last of his consciousness, he put the call on speakerphone before his hand fell to his side. His head dropped. Snowflakes stuck into his chilling body like needles.
The last thing he wanted to remember was them. Hearing both of them, happy and safe… maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
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canayams-art · 5 months
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Some more Yon crops (I can’t stop drawing him lately)! \o/✨
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mothinflamesdoodles · 1 month
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Fanart for @ketchupsapocalypse
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aservantnamedketchup · 9 months
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a brand new Wednesday Emmet for you (day 16 - memes)
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alcairsei · 3 months
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phaya making innuendos with the food is so fucking ridiculous like ah this man cannot flirt i think. he's an idiot. god bless him
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isa-ah · 4 months
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i love getting fifteen minutes into work and then having to take a thirty minute recreational ketchup-ipad-baby break.
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charcadett · 1 year
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thinking about how in larry’s little blurb before you fight his gym hes described as “not the best rated worker” which is so funny to me. larry packing his briefcase a guzzling coffee just to go into his office job and play minecraft his entire shift.
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potatomannnnn · 7 days
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Me when the ... Me whe... When.... Uuhhhh.... W.. when the.... Um....
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hobbinch · 6 months
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I love and appreciate Sally Beauty employees on class solidarity principle but I take their cosmetology advice as seriously as I take medical advice from budtenders (ie not very)
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spokelseskladden · 1 year
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these were the only sketches from today I liked✌️
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oifaaa · 9 months
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i, for one, love yj tv, but most of my issues with it come from the way certain characters are written and not made to face the consequences of their actions (cough cough m'gann cough cough). but also taking a friendship they built up so strongly in one season, knowing they'd have one of the characters be queer, and then throwing that character together with someone he had never met before romantically and not even having the balls to say that they were romantically inclined.
theres a lot of issues with the show, and i have a few very specific pieces of beef that permeate the entire show for me, but theres also countless other things i love about the little disconnected dc universe they created!
Okay so bad opinions incoming but I don't mind that m'gann didn't face too many consequences for what she did in season two (mostly bc season 2 m'gann was the most fun I had watching her) like obviously the main consequences of her actions in season two was meant to be her almost permanently damaging a good friend of hers bc she kept using her powers without thought and she almost ruined a undercover mission as well like that's the point of consequences to learn a lesson to not do the bad thing any more and m'gann learnt that lesson so I was happy enough... would have preferred if her and kon didn't get back together but thats also just me not really caring much about their relationship to begin with
I am a wee bit confused about the friendship in season 1 your talking about tho? I presume you mean Kaldur but I'm not sure who the other person is? - either way once again I liked that I like how realistic it felt, also a lot of what happens in yj we don't actually get to see we the audience are usually trusted to put the pieces together ourselves about what happens in the inbetween the bits they show and I know alot of people don't really enjoy that type of story telling but I love it its why the time skips never really bother me
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serenedash · 2 months
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Note to self to draw plain (player/brain) art of them in a deli getting bagels because it's my duty as someone from new jersey
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hollowfaith · 1 year
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「✧」 It happened in an instant—a sort of ripple in the air that made Aurelius stop in his tracks, peering at the empty space in front of him. The next instant an entire man materialized out of thin air, his shock of red hair giving a splash of color to the sidewalk outside the Cotes townhouses.
More flecks of red stained his skin, though the sleepy droop of his eyelids showed only indifference to this fact. He landed harmlessly on the ground and then stumbled forward as if half-asleep.
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Without hesitation, Aurelius held out his hands to catch him before he fell.
@winterdying ໒꒱
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roitaminnah · 1 year
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absolutely criminally underrated ppkm moment is learning noelle actively kept a fresh piece of rosin in her locker at all times for several months (presumably years) just in case akarsha breaks hers.... noelle obviously thinks of this as a joke but like . the attention to the details and the fact that. at the end of the day she's doing something so nice for her.... I’ll throw up
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