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mudwingpropaganda · 4 years

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Dragon Tears

“Dragons don’t cry” is not simply just a cultural statement made up by the hostility of the dragon world. There’s a “biology” that somewhat supports this cause.

The way I learned how tears work, there are essentially vials in your brain full of juice. They have different flavors depending on which emotion vial they’re in. But when you feel an immense emotion, the juices begin to fill and overflow, and that overflow leaks from your eyes. But because dragons aren’t exactly human, and still need to behave like animals, aggressive and territorial and confident, there is a distinct difference between their emotions and ours.

Dragons vials are essentially much bigger. These emotions motivate them to go in for the kill on prey, to defend their territory and their loved ones with their possible last breaths, and to cope with death and disappointment because this world is hostile and dragons need to kill other dragons to survive.

So when a dragon cries, they’re at their very limit, defenseless and brokenhearted to all ends.

It’s a popularized tradition between the most hardcore of dragon parents to discourage their children from crying. If they cry too often, their vials will never grow to their massive dragon sizes, and they will overflow much too often and prevent their dragonets from seeing clearly once they’ve reached adulthood. Because aside from showing emotional weakness, crying is also visually impairing, and dangerous if you get worked up in a fight for your own life.

Different dragon tribes tend to have different tolerances for emotional overflow:

IceWings are outright forbidden from crying. Simply shedding a tear over an insult that truly hit deeply is cause for a drop between circles. Dragonets learn early that there is no place for tears in their tribe, unless you desire to be outcast to the very outer circles of the IceWing kingdom.

SandWings come closely behind. Aside from crying being a surefire way to show obvious weakness in the harsh and ruthless dunes, SandWings are also superstitious that tears are the quickest way to suffering from heat exhaustion and further, heat stroke, as the body releases essential salts and liquid in your body.

Due to the longstanding air of mystery and superiority, NightWings have strong opinions about tears. There are legends rooted in NightWing tears being valuable in alchemy and scrying arts (heheh. s-crying) so unless their dragons cry for the bigger picture, crying is punished. Especially in front of other tribes. (The resurgence in mindreaders, however, bring a newfound appreciation for tears, and growing the kingdom alongside RainWings helps break NightWings of this emotionally concealing identity.)

SkyWings were once historically significant for their arts, especially preforming arts. Back then, forcing tears upon your snout on stage was considered art. During the bloody escalation of SkyWing queens like Scarlet, crying was similarly considered a weakness, though, more common at their high altitudes and smoky enviornments, so most crying was pardoned, and is being pardoned as they revert back to their artistic traditions.

MudWings are somewhat lax about tears. Though, to gather the respect of other tribes, they tended to avoid tearing up when other tribes were around during the SWS. MudWings are more emotionally vulnerable and trust their sibs to cry in front of. Though, not all sibs are as accepting of expressions of emotion.

SeaWings don’t quite punish tears, as they’re traditionally drenched and water drips off them anyway. But sobbing in front of superiors is disgraceful and almost a sense of disloyalty. Only royalty may publicly cry, as popularized by Queen Coral’s devastation over her daughters and husband.

RainWings are about the only emotionally accepting tribe on Pyrrhia. Their emotions are quite literally always on their sleeves, so they see no point in discouraging crying. They’re a better tribe at comforting and sympathizing, despite Queen Glory’s original fear of vulnerability.

I don’t know enough about canon Pantalan tribes. I imagine, from my own personal headcanons, that because the Pantala tribes are so much smaller than Pyrrhian tribes, they cry more often. Though, they don’t typically do, due to their relative luxury. (Again, in my headcanon the Tree Wars, the slavery, that’s all going to be overwritten.) The bug tribes don’t cry often but are capable of it, and are not necessarily looked down upon for it. LeafWings, on the other hand, have more diverse uses for their tears, due to their unnatural, plant-like attributes. As a result, crying is a more thrilling process, to see if they reflect saps, amber, nectors, or anything of the like, if they change with their emotions. Sticky tears are harder to hide, as well, so most LeafWings don’t mention them unless the individual brings it up.

In the end, the reaction tears get depend on the individual. Like our reality, crying in front of other people is embarrassing, and that’s tenfold for dragon society. It’s still interesting to consider, however.

#wings of fire #wingsoffire #wof headcanons

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clairelcmartin · 2 years

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nectorbruise · 29 days

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I am rosé drawtectives biggest fan, everyone else, you don’t exist, she’s the only one for me

I have a whole backstory for her and part of it is a past crippling addiction to nicotine and town hopping. I feel like she was big with graffiti. God, what if the gang met when they were younger, that’d be so cool. Also nobody insult the arm hair, I’m watching you guys

#nector art!#fanart #rosé drawtectives #drawtectives #drawfee #her #I love her dearly #wonky hands oh how much I loathe you #tw self h4rm #tw cigarettes #tw pretty girls who are cooler than you/hj #also yes that’s a bisexual flag that’s who she is

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l1comics · 2 years

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linkspooky · 7 years

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The Many World Serpents

The serpent or the snake is one of the oldest or most widespread mythological symbols. Snakes have been associated with the oldest rituals of humankind, and therefore can represent dual expression of binary ideals, ie, good and evil.

There is no one single culture which is the origin point for snake symbolism we witness in mythology, rather several concurrent cultures came to a general set of meanings about snake on their own. One theory for completely separate cultures arriving to the same general meaning for the same symbol without interacting once is put forward by Carl Jung, called “The Archetypes”. The Psychologist used the concept of the archetype in his theory of the collective subconscious. He believed that universal archetypes represent fundamental human motifes of our experience as we evolved.

Being unconscious the existence of archetypes can only be deduced indirectly by examining behavior, images, art, myths, religions, or dreams. Certain archetypes were universal, archaic patterns and images that derive from the collective unconscious. Jung postulated that we all inherit these evolutionarily, as a sort of counterpart to instinct in less developed animals. Archetypes are almost exactly what they mean if you were to discuss them in a literary context, “The Mother”, “The Child”, The Trickster”, “The Flood.” Almost every culture has a story of a flood, and one possible explanation for that is because the archetype exists in our collective subconscious and therefore every culture having witnessed flooding will come to write a general tale about it.

This has great meaning for not only mythology but also symbolism, in basic terms it means unconsciously our culture will create hundreds or even thousands of symbols your brain will be trained to recognize. However, not only does each culture create its own symbols but these symbols tend to reoccur between cultures in the archetypes listed above. So not only do these characters reoccur, but the meaning behind those characters reoccur to an almost universal extent. The mother is always nurturing, the child is always innocent, the trickster is always challenging order, the flood wipes the slate clean but brings new life afterwards. That means between archetypes there is not only a degree of shared imagery, but also of shared meaning.

[These are really quick sources, the first is super super light and breezy x, x, x For more examples Tarot, works with the idea of Jungian Psychology. Most people recognize the fool as symbolically innocent, so when that card comes up in a reading it’s easy to relate that to their own lives in some form. Joseph Campbell’s “The Hero with a Thousand Faces” is another expression of archetypes that for the hero’s journey. Perhaps the reason Star Wars is so popular is because it speaks to a universal understanding of what the hero’s journey should be like.]

The chapter itself seems to even be giving some hints at universality, this chapter after all features a japanese teenager singing a song from Singing in the Rain. A musical that also features this song, [x].

The theme of singing in the rain is that entertainment and laughter exists even in hard times, or even especially to get through hard times. That’s a movie produced by the american culture, but it’s not really culturally specific.

Touka reads from the Wilow, the Wren, and the Bear, a european fairy tale created by human beings but read to a bunch of ghoul children.

Even ghouls who live underground, referring to themselves, breathing, standing on two legs, and thinking sentient beings as human beings, and also able to come up with the word “Serpent” for the snakelike objects which seemed to have coiled themselves around the city.

The question is then what is the meaning to all this universality? It could simply be that, despite how different humans are, they are also kind of the same. In the same way that humans and ghouls despite being wildly different, both exhibit the same psychology, emotions, tendencies, etc.

Of course in order to display this message we now have Ishida, drawing from several mythological stories to display the archetype of the snake. With the rest of the post I am going to attempt to connect as many as possible.

The Washuu name itself may be connected to the tale of Vasuki. Source x, and also @hysyartmaskstudio, and @karnasofsun on twitter.]

Nagaraja, or king of the naka or snakes, is a hindu mythological word associated with several separate king dragon/snakes. One of these is Vasuki, which in japanese is rendered as Washuukitsu. Vasuki has several myths about being tied to a mountain or holding things together. [x]

The chapter entitled “Saved from the Web” also featured this nod to hinduism, but at the end the characters who showed up, in spiderweb imagery on the background of their panels was V. Either as a reminder that Urie had not truly escaped from the Web, or they had been the ones who maintained the web by setting up the conflict that drove him there in the first place.

Also important, if V is named after Washuukitsu they also take a large roman inspiration. Eagles were symbols of Jupiter and used in the roman army, the word Quinque is based off of latin for 5, whose roman numeral V is the symbol of their organization. (So, continued shared cultural space).

Hindu mythology also shows a war of binary opposition, between devas and asuras (angels and demons respectively), when one side became weakened they sought a ritual stirring of ‘Kasian Samut’ which is the ocean of milk, which thickened and concentrated will become the nector of immortality. (In Greek mythology the gods also drank a nector of milk and honey known as Ambrosia which was reserved for immortal beings, in Judaism the promised land is referred to as one of Milk and Honey).

Vasukira, king of the naga had to bind his massive body around Mandra the mountain, into Kasiam Samut in order to mix it. The devas also used the asuras into stirring for them, by saying they will share it with them when the ritual ends. However Vasukira grew tired and released poison by the end of the ritual.

The connections to tokyo ghoul then, are a bit obvious in this chapter alone we are given a small sampling as to what might be the source of the ghoul’s extended vitality.

Not only that but the Naga themselves seem to be made of structures of Rc Cells that are capable of dividing infinitely on themselves past leaving the body of their owner, achieving immortality technically the same way that Henrietta Lacks did.

There are already pieces of foreshadowing in place to suggest that either V, or humanity at large is seeking immortality through ghouls, or at least at the labor and behest of ghouls the same way Asura labored for the immortality of the Devas at the cost to themselves.

V already also has in their possession, a way of preserving their grown up garden children who are destined to only live half lives, and also the members of the Oggai operation who were revived via ghoul cells. It’s likely that this medicine may just be the dissolved ghouls, pure rc cells then packed into liquid bottles and traded in secret by V. They also use a giant grinder in order to make them, and oh so conveniently, have a war going against the ghouls which provides them with a near infinite supply of dead ghouls in order to continue making this medicine if it really is concentrated Rc Cells.

V has also, already disposed of the main head of this brewing process in Furuta’s hostile takeover. Perhaps modeling the same way Washuukitsu, in order to make his immortality elixir did so at great cost to himself and his own body.

Achievable immortality, the mixers are definitely V, but they were born with half lives in the first place. They’re probably desperate to extend their lives by any means possible not rule over humanity forever with immortality. It’s more likely that the race of angels, the humans in this metaphor will be the one to reap the benefits of the conflicts created by ghouls and half ghouls. At least if things were to continue to spiral uninterrupted.

There is also a cleary mthological parallel to Jormungandr, the world serpent of Norse mythology. This is once gain related to the events of ragnorok. Howevere it’s not actually Jorrmungandr that gets bound to the mountain - That’s loki, Jormugandr’s father/mother. Jormugandr is a serpent that wraps around the entire edge of the world in the void ocean at the edges which is related to some other myths described.

It’s been suggested before that the world tree, that which connects the heaven and the earths in Norse Mythology could have symbolic connection to Aogiri Tree, and the ambitions of Eto Yoshimura. (I’m the one who suggested it here x).

The man who hangs on the world tree, and loses one eye in his search for knowledge is Odin. The one eyed king therefore with explicit parallels to Kaneki. Odin is also the hanged man, and the archetype of the hanged man one who hangs upside down on the tree for knowledge, or perhaps simply a seeker of knowledge is another of Jung’s archetypes.

The figure that eventually does battle with Jormugandr is Thor, who is Odin’s son. Thor was a god of lightning. Kaneki right now, is creating another one eyed ghoul, one with the Kirishimas a ghoul family capable of generating lightning with their Ukkaku.

Loki is an adopted son of Odin who is actually the son of the gods enemy race, the Ice Giants. He’s a trickster god and the one who eventually brings about the ragnarok. He is also a father, one who gives birth to many creatures which end up playing a roll in ragnarok.

The oggai are obviously Furuta’s children and a parallel to Loki’s children, and the instigators of what he is threatening to make as a world ending conflict. One of the initiators of Ragnarok is the death of Baldur, that is a beautiful god who is loved by all. Loki does not kill Baldur, but he does lead a blind man (Kaneki) into killing him by tricking him into throwing holly.

Remember, Kaneki’s first thought when facing Arima is not of death, but in that he’s beautiful.

Ragnarok is a conflict that shakes the entire world tree, one of the first thing that happens is Jormungandr, who has until now been biting his own tail lets go and strikes out at the sky. The obvious parallel lies in the naga, who as of now exist underground as sections of RC Cell that undisturbed only seem to feed on themselves to self sustain.

Imagine what will happen though when the CCG finally starts rooting around in the 24th ward in search of the last ghouls that hide there. The world serpent starts a fight with Thor, Thor lands a killing blow but not before being poisoned. (Look at that there’s the poison again). He takes 9 steps before dying.

During ragnarok, all hell breaks looks quite literally. This includes even the dead in Hel coming back to join the fight, even Baldar himself who is one of the only gods to survive the entire thing.

Therefore, the dead threatening to return, a world snake slumbering underneath the surface, all of these brewing elements are signs of a ragnarok or some metaphorical equivalent brewing within the plot of Tokyo Ghoul.

The Dragon itself which is said to be the final boss of this conflict (Dragons are really just serpents by another name, or really big slippery tube dudes).

The dragon has many mythological parallels including christian ones. Kuzuryu is a close figure to a nine headed dragon in revelations, one of two figures referred to when talking about The Beast, a seven headed dragon that again rises up from the sea. It’s either the devil himself or allied with it. There are a million and one satan allegories, including a final war between angels and demons that signals the end times much like ragnarok but I’ve already gone into it here [x] and somebody else covers here [x].

Basically though, the way that the ghouls are right now hiding underground parallels the way that satan’s own forces had to bide their time until one final battle at the end of days after losing the initial war and being kicked out of heaven. This is an idea from paradise Lost, which Shuu specifically references when he says that all of them are kicked out of Eden. The point is both Lucifer, and the Humans were kicked out of their own place of birth and comfort, heaven for Lucifer, and Eden for humanity. In the same way Furuta’s actions are leading to both sides being struck from their areas of previous comfort, the ghoul’s lose the surface and the humans lose the idea that the CCG’s actions cannot harm them in any way while they turn against ghouls.

There’s also the idea that Hide himself might be connected to the dragons “Nagaraja”, “Naga”, “Nagachika”, and before you go saying this is too obvious this is Ishida the guy who spoiled his own manga in the calendar by having Tatara and Takizawa appear together on “Betrayal day.” Jeez I wonder what is going to happen on betrayal day.

The underlying point is, that all of these symbols are universal. Many cultures have come up with their idea of a world ending snake, perhaps instead of trying to tie direct parallels between the story and one specific mythos it’s good to sit back and appreciate the similarities between all these stories. That is the point of using books as a metaphor for connection in Tokyo Ghoul after all, if both humans and ghouls can enjoy and understand fictional stories which for the most part are written for humans and were intended only for humans, if they can agree and understand each other’s literature how far are they exactly from understanding each other’s hearts?

#meta #tokyo ghoul #kaneki ken #furuta nimura #mythology #tokyo ghoul meta #tokyo ghoul theory

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smallepics · 7 years

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I. ACT ONE- Set Up [scene 1: Meetings]

FIRST:

Dionysus (THE MORTAL LOVING GOD) sees across the room, through throngs of people. Music shakes the ground, thrums up his veins, makes him feel like he has a beating heart.

And The Boy (THE BRIGHT LIGHT, IMMORTAL WITH YOUTH), with laughter in him, is drunk on more than just wine. He looks the way Dionysus hopes these nights will let him feel.

Instantly, in the air stolen from lungs, never to be recaptured, he’s in love.

He’s also across the room so Dionysus kisses the lips of his bottle instead.

II. ACT ONE- Set Up [scene 2: Rumors and Background]

THE STREETS WHISPER:

Those TWO (COLD TWINS) have knife sharp eyes and wicked teeth, that pull in and gut. Make you love and treat with reproach.

Apollo has broken many hearts with love. A singing fire song.

(Artemis, does it by never giving love out at all. Quick in kindness, they fall at her knees in hope.)

Dionysus almost loves him on that alone, the wicked insanity of it all.

Rumors, of sweet ichor in his blood, wine that runs off lips, the heartless deity.

III. ACT ONE- Set Up [scene 3: The pull]

DIONYSUS STUMBLES, HE FINDS:

He’s dancing on a table and the music is in him.

All the colors, so blinding before, have become swings of his hips. Neon colored lipsticks and shades of shoved off couches are flushes of cheeks.

Dionysus: lustful and drunk.

Throws himself into the night.

“Apollo,” is in the shell of his ear. A prayer for the night. Dionysus screams with religious ecstasy.

IV. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 1: In the presence of]

Soft skin forms soft lips forms soft words forms soft poems.

Dionysus revels in beauty, swallows the sights down hard, and he is that.

V. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 2: In the absence of]

Awake-

with a white sun burning eyelids red.

Quiet rings loud, reverberating off four walls of unfamiliar rooms. Ataste in the air is sweet and untouched, morning.

And a spot of tangled dark clothes on a spotless carpet.

VI. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 3: Way Home]

(Setting, specific): Sunrise air sticks hot. Thoughts cloud together on humid winds.

Sepia skin hands. Icarus, they say fell from those hands.

Tight muscled calves, to soft skinned thighs. Daphne, they say, ran herself to death chasing love, trying to run from the agony.

- Oh and how Dionysus (A GOD, ON HEAVENLY CLOUD) knows he would too.

To wake in a cold room, to shuffle cold feet along air conditioned tile, to walk the sun’s path home.

In those eyes were every sorrow he’s ever met. In the hot puffed breathes was the last sin he’ll ever breathe. In the pink flash tongue was the last bits of warmth before a winter you won’t survive.

VII. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 4: Last thoughts (the oracle) ]

strike,

Dionysus knowing he will never find the path back to that place.

Starts the dance with a golden (enough) girl, her whispers, her teeth. “A virgin.”

There’s an ethereal step to her twirls. “Won’t be for long.”

Her neck smells of incense, her body writhes with hope.

Pain, in her eyes, in futures she sees. Wine, on her lips, sacrificed blood of her innocence.

Dionysus knows her. She is mortal.

VIII. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 5: Comforts]

DIONYSUS WATCHES, dances and laugh into a listening night.

He is a god, he knows, and these are his worshipers.

The words slur out, drunk with love and ripe with wine:

“You are all I’ve ever needed.”

IX. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 6: First thoughts]

The night is a lost concept.

The day is a halo rising, a crown on gilded hair.

Dionysus couldn’t tell how he got here but nector rests on his lips. Hard knuckled hands glide out word. From this angle: the god is blinded, he cannot see. “A Poem.” he is told. He is not the muse.

At this table. In this light.

Words wash over him, warm as cascading light through the window.

Dionysus can already feel his heart breaking.

X. ACT THREE- Resolution [scene 1: audience]

She watches him. She watches everything. Her teeth, her mind, her eyes, her nails are sharp.

She ghosts soft silver over wood forest floors.

“My brother is a god of poison and disease.” Her teeth glimmer white.

“He is not good for you.” Her voice comes out throaty and soft.

“You are a wild animal. And he loves to hunt.”

XI. ACT THREE- Resolution [scene 2: Drink, maybe]

Nights like this:

Loud with silence. Loud with thought. Life eats him raw. And wisps of almost memory curl tight in his mind with rebuke.

He is unstable. Unstable is he.

XII. ACT THREE- Resolution [scene 3: Next time]

Dionysus sees him across the room. Gold glints off bronze, even through the dull of lost souls he burns bright.

Dionysus kisses the lips of his bottle and drinks to drown.

- INSANITY LINGERS IN ART // N.A

#my post #lauren says nothing #ibuzoo #metvmorqhoses #nosebleedclub #poemsforpersephone #pesrephone #inkstay #mythology poetry #apollo poetry #dionysus poetry #myth poetry #greek myth poetry

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riffahh-blog · 5 years

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Riffah Winter kisses and rebels

Just after rain, winter-ish, a little late around 5-ish it's sunset, we have a event like maybe, cultural night kind. We all stall near the steps of our department, talking and someone wants a drink, so we all get up to go. Rainy puddles, it's a little chilly. You are wearing your wind breaker, something we scolded you about the entire day. "it's too cold for just a wind breaker."

"maybe you need OPPA to warm you up" you elbow the speaker with a snicker.

We walk all the way to the cafe in the bba one. Lights have been turned on so the huts look pretty and aesthetically pleasing. We are waiting in line, talking. And then he pokes your side and stands next to you. Muffler scarf around his neck, the one you gave him as a winter gift. He smiles at you, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"You didn't wear your coat." he says.

You nod, "don't. I already had so many of them"--- gestures towards your cult--- "scolding me about it."

He laughs and you like the sound of it. He takes his hands out of his own pockets and crawls them quickly yet cautiously into your pockets where he laces his fingers around yours and you both stand, holding hands.

"but I am Goin to scold you anyway."

You pout then look up at him through your eyelashes, "I wouldn't mind if it's you. You can scold me as many times as you like."

And he squeezes your hand, gently yet with a slight hardness. There's a soft look in his eyes, dark hole like pupils, dilated.

He leans in and softly presses his lips at side of your wrapped up head.

"do you want a drink?"

You shook your head, no. "why did you kiss me?" you muttered, squeezing his hand.

Looking at you from the corner of his eyes, he whispered, "because when I close to you and I feel like my heart will burst open."

"chorny" a cult member grinned, "stay like this let me take a picture."

"I don't want to see this! GO GET A ROOM."

"YOU GUYS ARE SO CLOSE, GAAAAH I SHIP."

Scratching the back of his head, he shook his head, laughing. "Come on, iff, let's get out of here."

"yeah go iff, get the man!"

Embarrassed, you both leave. Petichor in the air, it was getting dark and there was nobody around. Silence filled the air, as he brought you closer to him and hugged you. "do you feel cold?" he murmured into your coat.

"mhmmm" you shook your head, blushing.

"Am I warming you up?"

"yes, you are. Am I?"

He buried his face deeper into your shoulder. "a lot. Am I loving you, right?"

"reii" you both break away, looking into each other's eyes.

"can I kiss you?" his cheeks were flushed red from the cold, from being close to you, from asking. You blinked hard, then slowly nodded.

Pressing his lips, almost as if brushing them against your, he shook breaking away.

"w-what?"

holding your arms, he shook you lightly. "I don't know what you are doing to me. But I like the feeling."

And he leaned in and kissed you. A soft, warm putting out the obvious 'I really love you' kiss it was. When you broke away to catch your breath. He leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. It was dark now. It was cold but not cold enough to take over the fire he started in between the both of you.

His eyes were mimicking candle light in the dark and like a moth, you were attracted to him. Leaking out of the space you both maintained, you tiptoe a little and locked your arms around his head and kissed him hard. In a I want to know what I feel, even a tiny fraction of it because I can't put it into words but kiss me and feel what I feel. And like dripping candle wax, he begun to melt, peeling away all the other illegal thoughts. How dare did he think about a wall, there is non between them anymore. It was not legal. He hold onto a bit of you, then kept grabbing and grabbing at the fabric, as if he couldn't get enough hold of you. Like there was so much to hold yet nothing to be held onto right now. Leaking the heat out of buds of your mouth, breaking away for air wasn't a task thought of. It was all about getting enough of his taste in your mouth and yours in his and you burned. Like a ghost hunting a cabin in the woods, this kiss kept its place in the back of your heads, everything you both would sit down to discuss the first few kisses you ever shared. It was the kiss of the kisses. Like a rebel without a cause, the thrill of being out, in the open, inside the same bubble, lost in each other and almost intoxicated.

Flowing the warmth down from the lips, He traced the path until he found a home between the space in your collarbones. Letting go of your arms, he snaked his way around your waist and held you close. You held onto him tighter, hoping the ribcages will interlock like your lips, like your fingers. As if you shared the same lungs, the same system which generated the feelings. Because he wanted to make you feel the way he was feeling, helpless, longing and like a wild animal running after a prey, desperate to unleash the wrath onto it. But the wrath was of love and his sides ached to make you feel all that. So, He broke down into the new home, like a hummingbird sucking the nector out of a flower.

Light bruise like blush spot were arranged at the new home. He broke away and kissed your bottom lip.

"I wish I could inject you in my bloodstream, leave you there. Feel you flowing inside of me. Staying inside of me. Like that. Safe and God." he kissed to prove his point. "I love you."

There were faint noises in the background. Bubble popped like that, breaking away, unwantedly. Two good souls locking away the rebels. Unchained from each other, walking silently towards the department, eyes locking whenever the road ahead was spotted to be cleared of any puddles. Though unlike you, he didn't care. He was lost in you. Like a moon, hovering around the earth, he felt that way around you, attracted, aching to making contact. This effect made the waves of emotions raise inside of you. But the walk had to be done. Waiting was like poking the straw inside the bubble tea lid.

There was no one inside, even quieter inside the class. He sat down and pulled you into a kiss. You both fell into each other as it got darker, there was nothing to be done. Never been the one to explore was suddenly an explorer, too lazy to get up, became the most active. The skin around his shoulder was rough and they shook when you kissed him there.

When you both drew apart, kisses everywhere, hair messed up, his scent lingering near your sleeves, in your collars, in your hair. A faint cologne and tinsy sweat. His collars loosened up. He looked like he was gently beaten, picked up and tossed, messed up with and left on a chair to be fixed. But he felt comfort in this state.

"you are wearing my favorite color." he whispered, breathlessly.

"I am in blue."

"i am talking about your skin. It's all red like sunset. I like that." and he brought your palms up to his jaw and rested on them. "you make me feel things. God, I was so stupid to ever think of anyone else. This." he kissed your palm. "is where I always want to be."

Sparkling eyes, you leaned in and kissed his sweaty forehead. "kiss me again."

He looked up and pressed his lips against yours, flowing Inside of you. Holding your waist, as you draw your arms around his neck.

You both kissed so hard that the ceiling above felt like it would shake with loneliness and break down. He batted his eyelashes against yours causing you to smile and laugh. "I can literally feel you in my bloodstream, iff"

"do you want me to get out?" you joked, whispering too close to his lips and murmured against them.

"no, keep flowing, I will direct you to my heart, so it pumps you in to all over my body."

Breaking away from the kiss, like attracted by gravity, he traced his lips all the way down, leaving his taste, his touch onto skin of your neck, praying that this doesn't come to an end. That this goes on forever. Whispering against your skin he asked you to pray that you both always stay this way. Then he, bit at the skin, shaking, sweating as he felt the skin between his teeth. He kissed hard, furiously, gently, then softly then finally leaving a mark. Went onwards. There was so much to be explored. So he kissed the space between where your collar bones meet. He sucked at the skin, kissed it hard. Looking up at you while kissing, your eyes met and you rolled your head back. He wanted his soul to leave his body and be attached to yours, inside the same body, devouring it, always. Not at all begging for mercy.

After leaving all the marks near the entire patch of neck skin and collar bones, he looked up and kissed your nose.

"try hiding that now."

Looking down, as if admiring his art, he smirked. "best piece I ever created."

"oh shuuush" you blushed hard.

And he kissed your cheeks. "help me, iff. I am being abducted by you. Make sure I don't get free, okay?"

"okay"

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#Ship #shipcaptain #oc ship #ship #i will go down with this ship #i ship it #Riffah #Love #Makeout #Couple #Aesthetic

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farmgardenstore-blog · 5 years

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Joan Baker Designs SSC1026 Hummingbird and Petunia Art Glass Suncatcher

A brilliant blue hummingbird finds its nector among the petals on this hand-painted water-cut Suncatcher. For more than 40 years, Joan Baker Designs’ talented artisans have created stunning decorative art glass items. Each piece is designed in our San Clemente, CA studio by our own team of amazing artists Besides being beautiful, our art pieces serve a greater purpose. Each year, a significant portion of profits from this family-owned business go to meet the needs of children in Southern Africa. Hand-painted Vivid translucent color for window display Chain included for convenient hanging in a window Water-cut fired glass

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catsinthebagdesignposts · 5 years

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Endings lead to beautiful beginnings.

What my Coffee says to me November 30 - drink YOUR life in - As November ends sit perched to see the nectar of magnificence on the horizon. Jennifer R. Cook @catsinthebagdesignposts pours love into every illustration for your mental health!

#coffee #coffeelovers #horizon #nectoroflife #nector #endings #beginnings #blessings #hope #fridayfeeling #mental health #hummingbird #coffeeart #art #illustration

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nectorbruise · 4 months

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He’s waiting for his therapist to come back (she logged off permanently 4 months ago.)

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So, I was just thinking about ctommy being stuck on the dsmp and everyone else has moved on or died or left server and he is alone. Very depressing, I know. I almost drew cdream getting absolutely fucked up and devastated and crushed because I hate irl dream and his character, it’d be fun and silly….i changed my mind. And draw him instead

#nector art!#fanart #ctommy #tommyinnit fanart #DNI anyone who stans dream I hate you guys #I will block you #anyway I have a tarot idea for hatchetverse #once I have stuff #I’ll start posting

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kaedekayano · 7 years

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tagged by @uravitys tysm jess!! <3

rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

a - age: 16. this is supposed to be the YA protagonist age most of the trash YA lit i read has 16 y/o protagonists. where’s the excitement. give me more love interests than i know what to do with and amazing superpowers and people trying to kill me wtf.

 b - biggest fear: i can handle failure sometimes depending on its extent but i’m terrified of being talentless/bad at everything and unable to do anything about it

 c - current time: 4:34 pm

d - drink you last had: water

f - favorite song: it’s always changing but hayley kiyoko’s gravel to tempo will always be amazing

 g - ghosts, are they real: on a literal “rattles-chains-and-screams ‘boo’” level, no, but in terms of memories, people/things that haunt you, etc. then yeah

i - in love with: writing, music, and myself

j - jealous of: i don’t really like getting jealous of people, and i generally try to avoid it. to say i don’t do it would be inaccurate, though. hm. kinda jealous (in a positive way) of my friend’s little sister who has dip-dyed blue-green-indigo-ish hair and it looks super cool

k - killed someone: only fictional characters, don’t worry ;)

l - last time you cried: it’s been at least a month, i think

 m - middle name: don’t have one

n - number of siblings: a happy only child

o - one wish: be good at art. please god i just want to be able to draw straight lines and things in perspective and for my art teacher to be at least semi-pleased with me every now and then

p - person you last called/texted: my mother, to get butter for the brownies we’re gonna bake today :D

q - question(s) you’re always asked: questions about dyeing my hair (usually if i have to bleach or redye it, whether it’s green or blue), and i get asked about my grades more than i’d like to. oh, and my opinions on various parts of AC i guess, but most of the time i just throw my opinions out there because hey someone’s gotta be around to complain about matsui’s treatment of kayano kaede and discuss yukikae

r - reasons to smile: my favorite AC characters (actually karma is more likely to make me scowl he’s a lil shit), really nice stationery, my friends :), good snacks, spicy food, brooklyn nine-nine, finally understanding chemistry concepts, meeting other people who are LGBT

 s - song last sang: can’t remember but probably singing along to an ofelia k song because i love her. i love my lawyer, maybe, or as a bell

t - time you woke up: technically 6:57am, went right back to sleep, woke up at 7:00am, fell asleep again, finally woke up at 7:29am

 u - underwear color: pink

 v - vacation destination: NYC, maybe, or california to visit the best friend(s). returning to the US for a visit would be nice, although i don’t intend to stay

w - worst habit: procrastination

 x - x-rays you’ve had: a few? at least once on a trip to the dentist and another at a hospital when i sprained my ankle, but otherwise, i don’t really remember

y- your favorite food: milk chocolate?? or mangoes maybe?? i’m not that into food unless it’s desserts, and usually simple ones at that

 z - zodiac sign: virgo

tagging (you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to ofc): @poison-glasses @gleivy @amelia-yap @aolucy565 @nectorism and anyone else who wants to do it :)

#personal

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