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sometimes you gotta be a lil cringe to overcome the horrors
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can you explain why knives needed vash for his plan? is vash's power giving plants life?
So from what I gather, Vash is unique in his ability to both give and take from the higher dimension, which is the place where all plants get their energy from, and that's what humans use them for. (This is also where Conrad says their souls are instead of their bodies (possible bullshit, given the unreliable narrators we have), and also given Vash's conversation with Rem in episode 12 it's possibly connected to the afterlife???) Or, at the very least, Vash is different from most other plants, as they can only take. His power has been compared to something black hole-like, but I won't bore you with quantum physics since we don't know exactly what they mean by that yet, exactly.
In order to access and enter the higher dimension to rip souls free and shove them into the plants' bodies to birth independent plants, Knives needed to use Vash as a gate, as a tool, to open Vash up and let himself in so he could funnel that power out through Vash.
At least, that's just what I've gathered from watching Tristamp... way too many times and reading meta as I go. I'm probably a bit off in this explanation, so anyone feel free to add on anything I missed! I think we're going to get way more in-depth in the following season/s with the plot threads left hanging after episode twelve. Hopefully this makes sense! :'D
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teethemporium · 14 days
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quick panel redraw
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teethemporium · 1 month
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teethemporium · 2 months
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angel design i cranked out at 2am thats supposed to be an AU version of an existing OC
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teethemporium · 2 months
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he’s so cute i want to trap him in the labyrinth. or crucify him or something.
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teethemporium · 2 months
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HELP ME BECOME SOMEBODY ELSE
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teethemporium · 3 months
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Blue wings and pronounce
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teethemporium · 3 months
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V-2: HELL’S LEAST ANNOYING MACHINE.
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teethemporium · 3 months
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hi ultrakill fans
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teethemporium · 3 months
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Looking for divinity in all the wrong places
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teethemporium · 3 months
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theyre in a polycule
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teethemporium · 3 months
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You were created by humans to protect. They died, so you continued to protect—protect everything they hold dear. You rest in the corners of hell that make mockeries of their holy places and tell yourself that you, you are the last bastion of everything they held dear. You are more than a machine, you fight like man—with honor—as you still bow before the thing that claims to be you. It fights like a dog, and you flee. You can't bring yourself to go back and see what has become of the temple.
You have a new purpose now. If it seeks to destroy, you will give it destruction. You use everything that humanity taught you to create, study the curvatures of their statues to weld together a new arm out of the remains of a sentry you mangled (what a worthless, worthless warmachine—knowing nothing but itself) resembling their own. You settle, once again, in a faux temple—this one of golden stone—and you wait.
It arrives. Of course it does. And you rend it apart. Piece by bloody piece. You take apart everything that you hate, hate, hate. It takes until your chest is dented in for the red haze in your vision to clear, to realize the scrap lining the floor is your own.
So you flee. Not in cowardice—you are not human enough for cowardice, you have always known this—but for the most mechanical thought of self-preservation. You flee and it follows, and some sinking feeling knows that the only thing the two of you feel is hunger.
You were never human, nor did you truly seek to protect anything but yourself. You will never know peace, for you were nothing more than a leftover of war.
It hardly matters. You were created by humans to die—and you die like the machine you are.
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teethemporium · 3 months
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maybe the real ultrakill is the ultra we killed along the way
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teethemporium · 4 months
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“I’ll carry your love & pain, like a blessed stigmata” more art: cosmicloak.carrd.co boosts appreciated˚✧₊⁎ alt version below
"Stigmata (Ancient Greek: στίγματα, plural of στίγμα stigma, 'mark, spot, brand'), in Roman Catholicism, are bodily wounds, scars and pain which appear in locations corresponding to the crucifixion wounds of Jesus Christ: the hands, wrists, and feet." wiki
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teethemporium · 6 months
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“Living weapon” covers a lot and all of it is hot
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teethemporium · 6 months
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sensitive white boy brought before the council of elders to answer for his crime of playing "gay shit with whiny screams" when handed the aux cord
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