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#I love religious symbolism
kage-mochii · 28 days
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"We are our own company now. We asked to be let out. And we let ourselves out."
Any We Know The Devil enjoyers out there? Is it just me on this hill?
If you haven't seen this game I BEG you to watch a playthrough or play it yourself. It absolutely changed me, and it's such a wonderful message about LGBTQ+ and how even if people try to repress you, you deserve to be who you really are. You'll find your people, and they'll never be able to silence you again.
I'm not a religious person anymore, but this game is so beautiful with its religious symbolism, the way it portrays the way some religions see the LGBTQ+ community, how they try so hard to suppress it, mark you as bad or troubled. But there's always a little devil inside of us, aching for change, to be welcomed, to be loved. Maybe we should let her out sometimes.
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terristre · 7 months
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I know request says closed but I just wanted to tell you that we’ll finally be getting the Glorious Masquerade event this month. Any thought pookie? You excited?
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I AM COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS til i can bully this man 💥🥊
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mauvearts · 9 months
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Caranthir
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yourlocalabomination · 4 months
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Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.
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fireforember · 4 months
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I just peeled a pomegranate and watched it bleed as I tore its flesh away and consumed what's inside.
I wonder if this is love.
I wonder if this is how God feels when he tears into me.
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forgetful-river · 9 months
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Sometimes being in love is like getting your eye gored in a fit of purifying violence, sometimes it's not
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canisalbus · 9 months
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Religious trauma anon again! Im genuinely serious when i say hes been a major sort of comfort, especially as someone who has one side of family that is catholic, and the other evangelical. The imagry you use is fantastic especially in your more thematic and symbological pieces, i love picking out the different aspects like where bandages and wounds are placed, what kind of background may be going on, the colors and the emotions associated with them, etc. Even if its not all intentional, its good food
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riddleboxez · 2 years
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destruction in the name of salvation.
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sadgirlbadpoems · 5 months
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I never meant to harm you, I never mean to hurt anyone.
I am gentle, kind, but never harmless.
My claws are made to catch and to keep.
My teeth made to crush and tear.
So when the sweet, metallic taste of you exploded against my tongue I cursed a god I did not believe in, for placing this animalistic rage deep within my bones, far too deep to cut out or burn.
I begged the moon to take pity on me, to free me from the pull of her cycle. But much like the tides I remain her loyal servant.
So run,
As fast as your legs can carry you.
Take your soft, warm smile.
And your beautiful flowing hair and run far away from me little lamb.
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thefawnfallacy · 19 days
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Abigail is the Jesus to Hannibal and Will’s, well — they could be Judas or Mary or even God but ultimately, she dies for their (for Will’s, specifically) sins, simultaneously pawn and victim and martyr.
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luhman16 · 11 days
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Skee-ball
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glassonthewall · 2 months
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religious themes save me...
religious themes
save me religious themes..
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oh my god the annihilation pool scene is so fucked up <3 the way kane and the other two act like this is something Necessary for their survival.... the way the third guy gently holds the guy being cut open to comfort him.. the way kane smiles when he touches whatever the hell is moving inside the second guy.... the way kane lays the knife down in the pool and washes his hands almost reverently.... THE WEIRD RELIGIOUS UNDERTONES <333
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drowned-hubris · 1 month
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Anyway y’all think the moon children would assign the higher members with animals? Anyway I’m drawing BEN so I made a list because I procrastinate
Matt = Fox (I always imagined him to be fox-faced + the bright orange hair. Foxes are cunning and fast, Matt is both)
Ben [kid] = Lamb (I live for sacrificial lamb symbolism)
Kelbris = Owl (my phone thinks he’s one, also he would take pride in declaring himself as “the smartest of the birds” + owls are seen as a bad omen - like black cats)
BEN = Four horned goat (I love religious imagery, also is seen as the ‘demonic’ opposite of a baby lamb)
Rosa = Monarch Butterly (a symbol of Endurance and renewal. She helped Sara fix and renew the cartridge)
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scopekale · 3 months
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i think Bestie will say the most unfunniest shit (and knows it’s unfunny) just to see Blake laugh at it because he thinks the sun rises and sets on them
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When Jason and Dick first fall into bed, it’s all haste and urgency and fire fueled by Dick narrowly escaping alive after a botched undercover operation.
Also, it’s not on a bed, but looking back, it was never going to be.
Jason’s on comms that night, in the Batcave only because Bruce’s away on League business while the others are… wherever they are. He honestly doesn’t care. It’s only Jason and Dick, working on something that Dick’s planned and put together, and sure, Dick resorted to asking for his help because it was his last option, probably, but it still makes him want to prove that he’s not always going lethal—not because he regrets that, never that, but because he just wants to prove them wrong. There’s maybe this… hope that if they just for once look at him, they’ll actually see him.
He’s not really holding his breath on that, but who knows, stranger shit has happened.
When Dick arrives right after having been made and having his cover compromised, there’s no fucking time to even consider going upstairs—not that Jason would have accepted, either way. One minute he’s shouting at Dick and condemning his recklessness, trying not to think how much that’s a Bruce move and whatever the fuck that means, and the next Dick’s all over him. His first instinct is thinking that they’re going to fight, which, fine, he likes that, but what happens is much, much sweeter.
Instead of punches or kicks, what he gets are Dick’s lips on his, a point of contact that sets him alight. It’s insane, almost surreal, and it takes his brain a few seconds to catch up.
Once a bat, always a bat—for better or worse, in Jason’s case, or in all of theirs, to be quite honest—and they don’t do shit like this, without planning ten steps ahead and scheming. Which means that either golden boy’s been thinking about this for a while, or that he’s not exactly in control now. Both ideas are exciting for different reasons, but he’s betting on the latter.
Jason gets it, is the thing. He gets wanting to feel something just to reassure himself that he’s alive. He gets that, and besides, Dick is the one person other than Bruce whose attention Jason went out of his way to get—not to the same extent, but still. So that’s why he doesn’t even think of doing anything else other than corresponding when Dick’s mouth finds his, when Dick’s hands reach beneath his t-shirt, when they stray lower.
It’s infuriating how goddamn good Dick is at this. A few touches of his hands and expertly applied bites that are also half-kisses have Jason singing in no time, spreading his legs and bucking against the other man without any sort of control to a point that should be embarrassing.
When Lucifer fell, he dragged with him a third of the angels. That’s the hysterical thought that passes through his mind when he feels Dick’s hard cock pressing against his thigh, the evidence that the whole thing is turning Dick on as much as Jason—and well, it certainly should, since it is Dick who initiated it.
The metaphor may not be completely adequate here, and Jason definitely doesn’t give a fuck about the proportions, because there’s only one of Bruce’s birdies that he cares about, but when Dick kisses him until they’re both breathless, presses him against the rough wall, the thrill of thinking that he’s corrupting Bruce’s golden boy is a delicious, dark thing.
In reality, he knows that Dick’s not a fucking saint, by anyone’s standards, but this is the person to whom he used to be compared and found lacking even before he died and came back a thing that maybe shouldn’t be—he’s not dumb to think that they would want him dead, per se, but when given the choice of never having him come back, Jason knows what they would all pick.
(It’s okay, he’d make the same choice.)
This is the first of the angels, the one they’re all shaped after, one way or another and whether or not they want to. And to know that he’s all hot for the one who was cast away, well, it does things to Jason. It has him dropping to his knees, looking up through his lashes and licking his lips with clear intent. This is something that Jason has never dreamed he could have, even in his wildest fantasies of a better and kinder world, and he wants to keep it, to reach beneath Dick’s ribs and make a place for himself there, drag Dick to hell with him, even if he knows the other man doesn’t deserve that, just so he’ll be less alone.
And Jason understands another thing about Dick: he’s ripe for it, really. For falling. He might not be a control freak at the level Bruce is, but he’s still reeling from having his own op botched, from having the carefully controlled environment and situation going haywire, and Jason knows how to use that to his favor, how to give Dick what he needs while taking a little bit for himself. Demons trade in souls, and, by the end of it, he’ll have Dick’s.
Fair is fair, right?
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