#the symbolism of doors

[weirdlookindog]

Dan Hillier - Cellar Door

#dan hillier #cellar door #surrealism #symbolism #art #illustration

[blowingoffsteam2]

So you know how the Secret Place is basically a representation of Riku’s heart… I’m imagining a scenario where Sora has to dive into Riku’s heart, and whereas inside Sora’s heart was represented as the play island, inside Riku’s heart is represented as the Secret Place. Except this version of it is long and twisting like a maze, almost like it’s trying to keep Sora from finding the innermost parts of Riku’s heart.

The walls are lined with drawings of memories… but the deeper Sora goes the drawings change to dreams….wishes Riku keeps hidden.

Imagine Sora finds a drawing that at first glance looks like the drawing of him and Kairi in the Secret Place, but looking closer, it’s Riku offering Sora a paopu instead, the rock it was drawn on cracked straight through. A secret wish…

#soriku #can’t stop thinking about Sora finding that drawing and touching it gently… #there would be so many possibilities to make this sequence so emotional and also trippy #like if Sora touches the drawings of the memories he relives them from Riku’s pov #and Sora finding the door to the center of Riku’s heart… #only Sora has the key to Riku’s heart after all #the secret place #cave symbolism

[trubblegumm]

TW FLASHING

You and what army

#rottmnt #rottmnt bloodbath au #trubblegumm art #rise leo #i didnt forgetthe door handles I swear I just like symbolism

[daylighteclipsed]

Bruh soriku got the floral arch, the dearly beloved wedding march, and the paopu fruit 💀

#they got the rings too if the halves of the keyblade count #an official jewelry maker seemed to think so #kingdom hearts #soriku #thinking about that door in recoded forever. like whatbthefuck #none of the other doors look like this just the one data riku makes for data sora #to leave his heart/system/whatever #the stained glass is obviously connected to heart stations #and the purple is similar to riku’s heart station #but data riku is not just riku. he has sora’s memories. which explains the red and pink #probably #but like why does this door look like this. what was the reason nomura #how much more marriage symbolism can you give them #also it’s funny of him to debate whether or not to have sora and kairi share paopu #bc he didn’t want to portray their feelings as too intense #after he gave sora and riku’s combined hearts a paopu fruit #like. okay

[fiendishartist2]

*guy who had no control over his fate voice* it's all my fault

#i am a jonathan sims apologist im sorry #i dont think hes a completely good person but i think the way he turned out was not his fault- #-and that his nature as an avatar does not contradict his morals!!!! #idk if this is the best way to convey how i feel about jon being marked by all the fears but i hope it comes across how i want it to :3 #tw eyestrain #potentially #my art #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #alice daisy tonner #if its not clear: daisy is the hunt + his neck scar #the fire is the corruption/jude perry + the burn scar on his hand #the bones in his hand are his ribs + the flesh #the pink explosions are the stranger/unknowing + his explosion scars #the orange cut near his collar bone is the slaughter/melanie #the worms are the corruption/jane prentiss + the pockmark scars on his face #the spider legs are the web + symbolic for the mental mark mr spider left on jon #and the door is obviously the spiral + could be interpreted as when michael's hand cut jon #and you could interpret the clouds around as lonely fog

[mortellanarts]

time passes us by

#okay this is gonna be the last one for a bit I think 🥹 #anyways... do you ever think about name meanings #and do you ever get slightly frustrated at going in circles when trying to research symbolism stuff #I missed drawing flowers 🧡 #zero escape #zero escape spoilers #999 spoilers #9 hours 9 persons 9 doors #akane kurashiki #aoi kurashiki #my art #did you know archeologists found hollyhocks besides skeletons as far as 60.000 years ago indicating burial rituals from neanderthals #they were also found in the coffins of egyptian mummies #and rose madders were called ''herb of mars'' by herbalist and physician Nicholas Culpeper #sorry but I had to roleplay uchikoshi character dialogue for that how could I not put the wikipedia diving to good use

[psygull-arts]

It looks like the lock is broken. I can't open it.

textless version and original sketch:

#james image no. 563423 #original filename is ''this symbolizes Repression.psd'' so make of that what you will #love you broken and boarded up apartment building doors. love you To Hell! graffiti #silent hill #silent hill 2 #james sunderland #blood

[faloverfae]

My uncle just bought a house and the last owner left behind a singular stick of chalk, so as a housewarming gift I drew the Genloss symbol all over the property

I drew easily triple the amount of photos Tumblr allows me to add

He will never find them all

#I even added some near windows and doors for a scare factor #a good amount of them are straight up hidden as well #he'll be finding them until he moves again #I am far too silly #genloser moment #generation loss #gl #genloss #generation loss symbol #genloss symbol #genloss fanart #generation loss fanart

[thefiresofpompeii]

i hope ruby gets a well-that’s-alright-then-style notdeath. on the one hand it will make haters mad because oh no not another companion with an impermanent end (and i like to see haters mad) on the other it would require creativity to depict this in a new way + i love all the implications i love the dark fairytale quality of these companion exits i love my un-undead schrodinger’s women

with the way the legend of ruby sunday is titled… legends aren’t usually told about living people. legends are stories of the bygone past, of an age long since over, fictionalised and overgrown with folklore like barnacles sticking to an abandoned shell. there is such a thing as a living legend, but they’re exceedingly rare. the unmistakeable raven’s call in the 73 yards teaser, the trailer’s cut to fifteen crying alone after promising to cherry he’d protect her daughter… the foreshadowing is clear as day…

and yet. there’s one massive HOWEVER. ruby appears in s15: millie’s been spotted on set filming it. which leads me to believe — the doctor isn’t one to take the time travel route and revisit companions that in his future are genuinely dead. that would hurt too much, it would cause unnecessary trauma and could break the timeline. that must mean ruby stays alive in some way. ish. she’s alive and a legend and a mystery. girl-ballad girl-song girl-paradox

here she is, fading out.

p.s.: thesis statement on moffatgirls from the tags i left on somebody else’s post about charley pollard.. well it belongs here since it’s basically the semiotic hurricane swirling around ruby at the moment :)

#on a personal level what interests me about these characters is precisely what gets them labeled as being subject to #misogynistic writing by pop-feminist video-essayists. as an autistic girl* (*ish) however; i find female characters that #aren’t quite ‘normal people’; women who represent an idea or concept or are a puzzle to be solved or a manic pixie dream girl to be #more and in a way far more interesting than a girl-next-door-type universally relatable protagonist #they make for more nuanced stories with more symbolism and more layers of interpretation usually. why should there be realism in a #fantastical narrative? similarly i like characters that are haunting the narrative or dead before it began (big locked tomb fan if you #didn’t know) and like. not to be tvtropes but the lost lenore archetype. dead woman who spurs the hero on to recklessness or revenge. #i identify with that dead girl. the laura palmers of the world. set the story in motion without #necessarily having agency. maybe it’s something to do with my #constant background radiation of passive suicidality. in a fun whimsical way :) i would never kill myself but i don’t want to be a real #person. i want to be objectified but not necessarily in a k*nky s*xual way (that too) in a princess in a tower way #the ultimate femme fantasy innit? there’s something about it. hashtag problematic hashtag conforming to gender roles #10000 tags be upon ye #ruby sunday #millie gibson #doctor who #dw #steven moffat #clara oswald #fifteen #fifteenth doctor #twelveclara #amy pond #charley pollard #river song #donna noble #ncuti gatwa #doctor who meta #jamie.txt #haunting

[fleurrina]

⌣ ⊞ ਉl̈́ਉ

@jellw ♡

#boynextdoor riwoo #riwoo moodboard #riwoo icons #riwoo messy icons #riwoo packs #riwoo bnd #boynextdoor moodboard #bot next door icons #kpop moodboard #kpop icons #messy moodboard #alternative moodboard #art moodboard #y2k moodboard #kpop bg moodboard #symbols #kpop #kpop random moodboard #clean moodboard #pretty moodboard #riwoo bnd moodboard #boynextdoor riwoo packs #random moodboard #colorful moodboard #black moodboard #kpop packs #kpop layouts #messy locs #messy symbols

[otomefilms]

⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀♪⠀⠀⠀⠀太陽⠀⠀⠀⠀❤︎ ❀⠀ ♡̩͙⠀. *⠀⠀⠀⠀🐾

#⠀ ࣾ ︎ ︎ ︎ 𓆝 ⠀ׂ 𓆞ㅤ ⠀᜴ ❀ #⠀ ̩͙͏ ͏ ͏ ͏✦ ᅠ❀ ั྄ᅠ♥︎⠀。 ︎ ︎ ︎ #messy moodboard #visual archive #archive moodboard #mb #archive #clean moodboard #carrd stuff #2000s moodboard #alt mb #coquette moodboard #carrd symbols #visual moodboard #jaehyun #bg moodboard #alternative moodboard #boy next door

[deejayponethree]

I still need to do color palettes but for now. Horse moment

#cricket doodles #encanto #encanto mlp au #mlp #my little pony au #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #They're alicorns bc their canon magic status makes them unique and that would be hard to communicate if they just got their cutiemarks #Speaking of which they all get their cutiemarks and become alicorns when they open their doors #Which is why Mirabel is an earth pony without a cutiemark for a while #She doesn't become an alicorn at the end of the movie but she does get her candle cutiemark when she puts the knob in the new front door #symbolizing her fully realizing that she's still part of her family and how she's the one who brought them together #Also Mirabel is the only one who wears a skirt which means at first glance you wouldn't be able to tell if she had a cm or not #Which also shows her insecurity #my art #crossover

[bookishjules]

something about kit sleeping in mina's room to make sure she's still there in the morning.. and about ty having done the same for kit

#only he was on the other side of the door #which.. has its own symbolism in this case. and reminds me of the ts song that i already associate w them.. #sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #mina carstairs

[leonbabygirlkennedy]

Without you, Mary, I've got nothing

#my art #silent hill 2 #silent hill 2 james #james sunderland #sh2 james sunderland #silent hill #silent hill 2 fanart #hand symbolizes one of two things. 1. the amount of fucking doors in this game (sorry for hating that all of them are locked... or 2. #(spoilers) the pillow #im trying sooo hard to get james face right please gimme tips if u have any for drawing him

[lyaios]

Baby, you’re a haunted house!

#mikey and nicky #peter falk #john cassavetes #elaine may #wow there sure were a lot of doors in this movie #wonder if that was meant to symbolize anything #my art

[mccnstruck]

hold me like you understand.

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

tags: TW!!: implied depression and $u!cida! thoughts, mention of sh, vent fic, op is going through it, not proofread, hurt/comfort, kissing, the ending sucks

a/n: sorry guys 😭

the people down in the shops wandered around, yelling prices and selling different products. kids ran outside with the ball, yelling and laughing underneath the joyous warmth of the sun. friends gathered to drink tea, warriors trained amidst the green fields.

the wooden floor began to slide underneath your bed, yet you didn't seem to care; your eyes unfocused and stoic. your bed piled with clothes of the past day, your blanket had a eerie smell of sickness, yet you didn’t seem to care; you hands were too weak to pull the blanket over you fully. your throat felt like sandpaper and your stomach yearned for at least a small meal, yet you didn’t seem to care, your lips broken and bleeding.

nothing really mattered anymore, did it? it felt like weeks have turned into days, and your sense of time slipped away from the grasp of your fingers. you were too tired to grasp it back; letting reality slip away. nothing really mattered, did it? the red scars testing the fragility of your skin, the cold air making the hairs on your skin stand. your desk remained clattered of the endless amount of work given to you 2 days prior. your eyes consisted of red, either because of the 2 hours of sleep or the tears that fell onto your bed.

when was the last time someone had visited you? now that you think about it, when was the last time you talked to someone out of your own desire..?

it didn’t matter anyways. they wouldn’t want to talk to someone who doesn’t even know how to take care of themselves.

so, you laid there for a undefined amount of time. the soft promises of warmth and comfort from your bed soon turned into a confined suffocation; forced to face the thoughts in your head.

your chest hurt. you were tired. you wished you could see light, literally and figuratively. would you feel some relief? or would that light overwhelm you; the burdens of life forcing you back into the darkness of your room?

there’s nothing for you here. all of your loved ones were better off if they weren’t forced with the burden of acknowledging you anyways.

and yet, the knock on your door says otherwise.

a soft voice echoes through the walls of your home. “[name]?”

kazuha? what was he doing here?

your voice cracks, yet somehow you find the power to reply.

“sorry, give me a minute…!”

with the task of not disappointing kazuha, you rushed to get up and change into the clothes on your bed. your legs almost crumble after curling up into a ball for so long, yet you will yourself to walk to the main door.

you squint your eyes when you peek outside to see kazuha with something in his hands. the light of another day shined into your home from the crack of the door. kazuha softly laughed when he saw two eyes peek back at him.

“hello, you. i just wanted to pop in, if you don’t mind? it’s been a while, and i would like to spend some time with you.”

“um, its really messy inside…”

“i don’t mind. well, unless you want me to go? i don’t mind either way. whatever you wish.”

you don’t want kazuha to see the calamity of your home. but having him over would be nice.

“…promise you won’t judge?”

“of course, dear.”

you opened the door some more for him to enter. as he walked in, his eyes widened. your home looked dim and felt stiff. he looked at you in your entirety to see dark eye bags, unkempt clothes and tear stains marking your face.

he placed down the bag in his hands and moved closer to you, his crimson eyes dilated in fear of losing you to your thoughts. “my love…what happened?”

your voice cracked. your hands began to shake at his question. “it’s…. it’s been a rough few weeks. i’m sorry.”

he held your hands with caution, and let his lips linger on your skin. “don’t be sorry for not feeling alright. you should’ve told me of the thoughts that lingered in your head.”

he tugged on your hands, and you followed him to your kitchen. he sat you down on the chair and walked behind the counter.

"do you wish for a specifc food?"

"kazuha..."

"shh. let us make something, ok?"

he began to work with what you had, humming to a tune you weren't familiar with. he paced around the kitchen, while asking you where things were. you pointed to each cabinet, naming what was in there and what needed to be restocked. kazuha smiled and made his way to you to kiss your cheek. his lips lingered onto your skin and whispered, "thank you for helping me, dove."

soon, the spoons clicked at the bottom of the bowl, and your stomach was content with finally consuming something. saying your thanks and helping him with washing the plates, you finally move into your bedroom.

you were scared. the eerie smell never left your room and if kazuha were to even flinch at the condition of your room, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.

and yet, kazuha walked in as if he didn't notice. he lit the small candle in your room and walked back to you, dazed and bewildered.

kazuha pulled your arm and let his own wrap around you. his face fit into the crook of your neck, and he gave a gentle squeeze. you swore you almost cried when he held you with such care, a reassurance that he was with you.

"kazuha...?"

his own voice was shaky, yet he whispered.

"i'm so sorry, dove. i'm so sorry for letting your mind consume you. i should've noticed sooner. "

"kazu, you didn’t have to-"

"i want to. it's not easy to face all these burdens, and you are the strongest person i know. you've done so much for me and so many other people. let me take some of those burdens, let me take care of you."

you hiccup, and a fresh set of tears stained his clothes.

"kazuha, why do you do so much for me?"

your cries echoed the room, and kazuha's heart broke. here in his arms, stood a person, who he thought deserved every bit of joy of the world, crying to him because they couldn't even find a reason for his kindness. his willingness to help was for the satisfaction of his heart, not of a ulterior motive. but to think that you, his love, would need a reason of kindness, because you thought you didn't deserve his love, you didn't deserve him.

kazuha answers, "because you are you. before you are my love, you are you. you are human. that in itself, should be all the answers to that question. but, i know your mind won't settle for only that."

he leans back, and you mourn the loss of warmth. his hand cradle your cheek, and he guides your face to look at him. "i want to help because you mean so much to me. it doesn't seem like it, but you mean so much to others too. captain beidou was asking about you the other day. she wanted your input on something, now that i think about it. and before, when i went off to liyue, the kids over there still remember you as the person who played catch with them. even your mama sent over something. i left it on the counter, but auntie told me she had made your favorite sweets."

kazuha examined your eyes, ignoring the shock written on your face.

"i don't see the stars in your eyes; it pains me to see it so dimmed. no matter how far i am willing to follow, i cannot reach you when you are so deep in your mind's cage. please, let the people care for you. you deserve this much."

he leaned in, and in the time it took you nod, he had leaned into a kiss. his other hand remained firm on your waist, and he muffled the sighs from you. your face felt unclean and dirty, you wanted to say. he telepathically answered by peppering kisses on your face, the sensation ticklish. you feel the laugh burst from your chest, and you also feel kazuha's smile on your skin.

voice muffled from peppering kisses onto you, he mumbles. "h'vent heard you laugh in so long. you sh'ld laugh and smile more."

he was right, you thought. this is the first time you genuinely laughed in... how long? you didn't care to count the time passed.

when he leaned back, he saw you smiling at him with a glint of light in your eyes. kazuha gives you a smile of his own. "mission complete."

he leaves one last kiss on your lips, before pulling you in another hug.

"thank you, kazu."

"don't mention it."

"do you want to help me gift something for mama this afternoon?"

you feel his smile on your neck as he whispers a yes.

the candle burned brightly on your desk. you hoped it forever stayed that way in your heart.

#kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #recovered_literature_! #if u notice theres themes of light and dark and its pretty obvious of how its interpreted but thats a thing #even with the crack of the door and the candle #that also is thematic #sorry guys no matter the depressive episode i am married to the “inserting symbolism” grind #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha x you #genshin x you