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#Through The Eye of Eternity

pl9090 · 1 year

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Further proof, (if any be needed) that I'm not artistic enough to be anything other then a spiritual child of the Great Houses.

#faction paradox #the book of the war #Faction Hollywood #Through The Eye of Eternity #wedding invitation #bbc doctor who #dr who #whoniverse

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thermodynamic-comedian · 2 months

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i like to think that the avatars actually hated the eyepocalypse too.

it's explicitly shown that not!sasha did not enjoy the mortifying ordeal of being Known. helen probably hated the fact that she was constantly Seen, a distortion doesn't want to be understood. simon fairchild can say whatever he wants, but as a vast-aligned girl myself i just know he missed the sky. jude perry, who spent a good majority of her first appearence bragging about how superior the desolation was, was forced to serve what she saw as an inferior power. every Hunter lives in fear of becoming Prey. etc etc.

#and you all already know how i feel about what jonah went through #but to summarize. the watcher's crown jewel. the pupil of the eye. oh so special and yet reduced to an object.#stuck at the center of everything eternally pierced through with everything there is to Know. and See. undone. dependant and yet fulfilled.#agonizing bliss. etc etc.#tma #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma s5 #tma s5 spoilers #not!sasha #helen distortion #simon fairchild #jude perry

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roysspaghettiarm · 1 month

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You literally only do Roy drawings and I couldn't thank you more. You're literally an angel and you deserve your pillow to be the right amount of chilly this night

Thank you :3

I draw Roy!! There are no words I could possibly use to describe how much of an inspiration he is to me, and how much he means to me, and I can only hope that it at least partially shows through my art 🥺

I would have never gotten where I am, and certainly wouldn't be who I am now, without him. He inspired me to create more, and to improve, and, really, I owe him my life. Roy is the best!!

I hope drawing Roy the most is what I get to be remembered by forever 😊

#DHMIS #DHMIS Roy #Roy Gribbleston #Don't Hug Me I'm Scared #Dont Hug Me Im Scared #Roy #DHMIS OC #OC #Puppetsona #roys spaghetti art #roys spaghetti ask #Funny you sent this when you did because I've been in a bit of a spiral lately about the... let's say point? of all this?#I hate talking about myself because I do not wish to be perceived like that outside of my Roy connection but I do wonder sometimes #if I stopped posting completely one day would anyone notice? Not stopped creating - mind - but if I just disappeared from the public view.#Have I succeeded in - through my art - giving myself meaning in anyone's eyes? Do I have value in the world?#These thoughts keep me up at night (even now it's past 3 in the morning haha). But it doesn't matter.#Roy means the world to me #And as long as there is Roy so am I <3 and Roy is eternal

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florbelles · 1 year

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ECCE VENIT. LYRA FAIRBANKS-SEED.

rev vi:x. they called out in a loud voice, “how long until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?”

was blessed with this completely devastating piece by the always incomparable @delicateweapon of my darling dearest world ender. nika, i cannot thank you enough for always going above & beyond the concepts i take to you and bringing them to life. i absolutely cannot recommend working with nika enough, and her beautiful work speaks for itself. <3

#sorry liz. her widow's inheritance i'm afraid.#everyone's a sinner in the balancer's eye i prayed enough i roll the dice etc etc etc #oc: lyra fairbanks #fc5 #me flipping through the corresponding rev excerpts & psalms trying to find the ones i haven't used like haha um.#art: lyra #TYSM NIKA ETERNALLY SHAKING & CRYING OVER THIS ONE #nsft

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hazeism · 3 months

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ur bennbeckman drives me insane. and mishanks also but like benn mostly.

THANKS. BECKMANBRAIN IS A DISEASE AND IT'S BOTH TRANSMISSIBLE AND TERMINAL, APPARENTLY. SORRY. WELCOME TO THE PALLIATIVE CARE WARD, BUDDY!

#bennn beckmannn bennbeckmannna grgiuaugrghafds (froth) (froth) (eyes rolling back)#also thank you i love akataka they're socute. and i'm assuming this is referential to my fanfiction so THANK U!! for your patronage #everyone who has ever forced their brain matter through the wicked gleaming sieve that is my writing has won my eternal devotion <3 #chocopaiboy #ask #mine

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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Being stabbed is often seen as sexy, romantic, and clean. It's not, and it's definitely not the kind of death you'd want to give to somebody you love. But it's not like Martin had a choice there in that room, with one way to save everyone, to stop everything; and it's not like Jon had any other option.

Physically, stabbing someone isn't difficult if your knife is relatively sharp; but you still have to press through fat, muscle, tendons, organs. Whether it's psychological or genuinely feeling your knife tear in, you'll know what you're stabbing through.

Psychology, stabbing someone is a different story. To stab anyone takes a tremendous amount of effort, generally the human brain isn't predisposed to such a level of violence. But to stab someone you love, rupture their body with intent to end their life? It's excruciating.

Being stabbed isn't as painful as you'd think. At first. It's often compared to the feeling of being punched; the shock eats away at the initial nerve response. But realising you're horribly, critically injured? That's what really hurts. Feeling your blood spill out, knowing that the organs that give you life have been pierced, made obsolete. Knowing that everything you love may be over soon.

You begin to feel cold, fast. With an injury like that your body knows it's failing, and sends all the blood to the heart and brain, hoping to keep you awake long enough to get help; the body doesn't want you to die comfortably, it wants you to live. Cold hands, cold feet, cold face, shivering, and without hope. Can you imagine holding someone you love, bleeding and shaking from your actions. What could make that bearable?

They say that animals know when they're going to die, when they're beyond the point of healing; this, to a human, is possible, but so wildly ignored. You cannot ignore this wisdom when your blood is spilling onto the floor and your vision is growing dark.

Holding a person going through this, even if they say nothing, is to know the thoughts that race through their mind. The tension in their body as the shock reaches its climax, their desperation to survive peaking. The gradual loss of tension as they submit to their fate, and the eventual crushing weight of their unconscious body; the knowledge that you tore the life out of somebody. Your somebody.

Maybe it's a good thing Martin didn't make it out of the archives, because facing all that is incompatible with moving forward.

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da-xiao-jie · 1 year

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Who’s ready for more FMAB imagery analysis??

Here we go!

Spoilers for closer to the end, but remember this part?

…yeah, sorry.

Anyway! Imagery! Look whose hands are pierced. See it yet??

In addition, and this could be more my perception, but despite the plot taking this as Roy committing human transmutation, I will maintain that he never did. He refused to do it earlier and had to be forced into the position, kept in place by Wrath’s blades.

Concerning human transmutation, Roy Mustang was innocent.

Oho! But that’s not all! Remember the consequence of the transmutation?

Mustang lost his eyesight because of the human transmutation committed.

To recap:

Roy Mustang was innocent of the sin of human transmutation.

His hands were pierced by the evil people who actually committed the atrocity.

And as a result, he paid the price for the crime in losing his sight and being used as a sacrifice.

A little bit of a stretch, but once again, imagery is so beautiful and I enjoy being able to pick out these little things.

#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fma brotherhood #fmab #fmab roy #roy mustang #king bradley #human transmutation #alchemy #media through a christian’s eyes #anime through a christian’s eyes #imagery #symbolism #religious imagery #religious symbolism #eternity on their hearts #imperfect picture of christ

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softquietsteadylove · 10 months

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What if a Deviant has mind controlling abilities and uses on Gil? The rest of them realizing it a bit too late when Gil suddenly started to attack.👀

Let the action and drama take its place!

Thena pulled her sword from one of the many Deviants from this most recent onslaught. "These seem quite unlike those of the past."

"They are bizarre," Sersi murmured, hovering and fluttering around the slain bodies around them now that there was no more threat. She looked up at Thena, "Deviants tend to mimic the wildlife the planet already sustains. But these are...they seem almost alien, like-"

"Us," Thena concluded, making Sersi nod her head with some reluctance. She looked out to the horizon, where the rest of the Fighters were already gathering along the front of the attack. "I must see to them."

Sersi merely nodded. She wasn't a Fighter, but even she had need to join the fray with the attacks were as dense as they were becoming. It was relatively early in their mission, but the more humans flourished, the more protection they needed. She squinted, "is that them?"

Ikaris was always easy to spot soaring well above everything around them. Kingo was also running towards them, waving his arms about something.

Thena frowned, "what are they saying?"

"Run!"

Gilgamesh rose up, breaking the horizon line and coming down with sheer force, his fist opening up the earth beneath him.

Kingo barely had enough distance to escape the minor earthquake, rolling and tumbling from it. Thena jerked in reaction but Sersi held her arm.

"What's happening?"

Gilgamesh continued his pursuit of them though, using his strength and concentrating it into different parts of his body to use as propulsion. He was launched forward, catching Kingo in his escape and raising his fist.

"Gil!" Ikaris swooped down, knocking him away from the Sharpshot Eternal. His eyes charged.

"No!" Thena launched herself up and into Ikaris' path, grappling onto him with a weapon and dragging them both away from Gilgamesh. "Don't hurt him!"

"Thena!" Ikaris roared at her like a pest on his back. He tossed her off, not bothering to return to the ground while the threat was still so present.

"What has done this?!" she demanded of her brother, keeping her eyes on Gilgamesh. Blank eyes took her in, assessing the new threat she posed.

"We don't know!" Kingo protested as he scrambled to his feet (and behind Thena). "One minute he was fine, then one of those things let out this sound--awful buzzing sound, really, then-"

"Kingo!" she barked at him, backing up slightly as Gilgamesh took slow, unfocused steps in their direction. He was the Strongest Eternal for a reason, and any one of them needed to exercise caution.

"I-I don't know!" he flailed again, faced down with the strongest of his brothers approaching like some mindless beast. "We all were fine but then Gil started acting weird."

"He is under some sort of influence," Thena concluded, as half-baked an assumption as it was. But Gilgamesh would never willingly turn on them like this. She kept her eyes on his, not that they were really looking at her. "He would never do this."

He would never raise a hand against her willingly.

Thena brought up her shield, catching the otherwise unstoppable fist of the Strongest Eternal. They both dug their feet in, the ground cracking beneath them. She held him at bay. "Leave us!"

Ikaris had already done so, taking Sersi away from danger at the first sign of an enemy he couldn't defeat singlehandedly.

"No way, T!" Kingo responded, bracing her from behind to help her not be pushed back by Gilgamesh's sheer strength.

"Go!" she snapped at him, keeping her eyes through the lights of her shield and on the enemy...on Gilgamesh. "Find Phastos--Ajak! Find a way to undo this!"

She knew Kingo was reluctant; he was actually very protective of all of them, despite his powers being most effective with some distance between himself and the enemy.

"I can handle him," she said more quietly. Her arms were starting to tire.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Kingo muttered before letting go of her and rounding around Gil's side. He fired a few shots at the ground between them, creating somewhat of a dust cover. "Kari!"

A bolt of gold zoomed through the area, nearly impossible to see at all. She zipped Kingo away and then she was there. Thena spared her the briefest of glances. "I don't know what this is. But we can't hurt him."

He was still Gilgamesh.

Makkari tapped her on the shoulder. Thena did her best to look at her. He's vibrating.

She frowned. Makkari would know, though. Kingo had said that the Deviant on their end had let out some wretched sound and then this had happened.

Gil pushed harder and Thena increased the surface area of her shield, bracing it with her knee as well. She was growing tired of this. "Kari, did you feel a bigger vibration earlier?--some kind of sound or signal?"

Makkari was just as quick mentally as she was physically, looking at Gil and connecting the dots offered by her fellow Fighter. She placed her hand on the inside of Thena's shield, vibrating every cell in her body through it.

Gilgamesh drew back, gripping his head and roaring in agony from it.

"Gil!"

He gripped his head in his hands until he was on his knees. He drew back and smashed his head against the ground.

"Gilgamesh!" She hadn't even realised she had called out the first time, but this second time, Makkari held her back from going to him.

Gil slammed his head down again.

"Stop it!" Thean shouted, not that she could know if he could hear her or not.

His teeth were gritted together. "Run."

"Gil," she pleaded again--practically whimpered as her throat grew tight. She hated to see him like this.

It was early in the mission, sure. But she knew Gilgamesh, knew how kind and sweet and gentle he was by nature. This wasn't like him. She pulled against Makkari, who was letting her feet impact the ground to hold her back. "Please!"

"Thena!"

Makkari's head snapped up and just like that, she was running them away from him.

"Makkari, please!" Thena tried to reason with her sister as Gil got further away and then suddenly vanished from sight. Being transported by Makkari was always hard on the senses. "W-We can't-"

"Thena."

She turned, the rest of her team - her family - already standing by the Domo. She eyed Ajak, walking towards her a little too calmly. "You are going to leave him out there?"

"He's too dangerous, Thena," Phastos chimed in (from his safer distance). "We have to wait it out a little."

Thena's eyes hardened at her team. "You are abandoning him to this...sickness?"

Ajak had a strange look on her face as she closed the distance between them. Thena never liked that look--like she knew something and wasn't divulging everything. "The risk is too great, Thena. We have to let him get it out of his system. Give it time."

Thena looked back to the battlefield, fully able to sense the lingering presence of one of their own. She watched and listened; dirt dusted up and if she really concentrated she could hear him, still wailing like a beast looking for a fight.

Makkari looked between them all, moving to be seen by everyone's vantage point. Interrupting the vibrations worked. I can-

"We can't risk you," Ajak smiled at her, then looked to Thena's half-turned shoulder, "either of you."

Phastos also half turned, but towards the comfort of their ship. "Let him tire himself out, T. We'll go get him then."

"He's just out there swinging at nothing, right?" Sprite added in far too light a tone for the actual goings on. "Let him."

Druig said nothing but also disappeared into the sanctuary of the Domo. Makkari looked at him, shaking her head, but it did not persuade him to stay.

"I promise, Thena," Ajak said in that slow, lyrical way she had. "We will go to him as soon as the threat has passed."

Thena stood resolute against the skyline, watching over Gilgamesh as best she could. "You may abandon him if you see fit. I will not."

Sersi was the last one to leave, hovering between the lines of staying and saying something and joining the rest of her fellow Thinkers. In the end, Ikaris pulled her inside by the hand.

Makkari nodded at her and then at Thena.

"No," she responded to the question never asked. She looked up again, unable to pull herself away from the thought of Gilgamesh left alone with only the violence in his own mind. "I'll stay."

And so she sat herself down, on the ground, watching until there was no sign of movement, listening until his agony had quieted. And then she began the journey back to him.