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#she deserves more love
emily-mooon · 2 months
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*drops this while running*
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dontronick · 7 months
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Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
—A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne
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itachanta · 1 year
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Meryl Stryfe's emojipedia
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xpiester333x · 4 days
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I get so tired of the running commentary that Makoto is a bad character after her arc.
1. Every character kind of "falls off" when the story is no longer centered around them. That's what happens when they are no longer the central focus of the game.
2. Her character doesn't "become boring" you just stopped paying attention to her. Makoto is such an amalgamation of dichotomy she's fascinating to watch.
She's a goody-two-shoes student council president who's obsessed with motorcycles.
She gives the air prim and proper lady who prefers pants to shirts and is highly skilled in aikido.
She's so motherly and caring, but has never really had a mother figure in her life to do the same for her.
She has 0 self-worth from the start of the game and you literally get to watch her grow in real time to realize her own value and stand by it.
Also she makes the comment that Akechi is probably smarter than her, but frankly I don't think so (and I say this as someone who deeply loves Akechi). Akechi IS smart and adaptable, but Makoto is strategic and level-headed. I think if their roles were reversed, Makoto definitely wouldn't have given herself away at the mention of pancakes, and Ren would definitely have died in the interrogation room.
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ngihtshade · 7 months
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kween roobee
i wanted to draw her rrgrgrgrrrrrr bark bark grrr
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i-like-eyes · 1 year
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Poppy doesn't like being touched, but she isn't sure why
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deardarlingthings · 1 year
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TAKE HER HANDDDDDD
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gubbles-owo · 1 month
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Going off the thirstpost on the subject i made the other day, I wanted to highlight just how much I love matoi's jp va. Here's a bunch of select lines that I think showcase her character and voice super well
Matoimaru is such a strong and loveable dork, I can't help but adore her. Perhaps an odd thing to admire, but I really love the aggressive compression settings they dialed in to balance the dynamics of her recorded lines. Listen at 1:34, "Taichou yare datte?" Those consonants, especially "da-te", jab outwards in this incredibly pleasing way. Whether she's yelling full force or softening up to her own level of calm, Matoi always speaks her mind with sincerity. Also the rolled "r" on her battle 3 line (1:48) ouhg augh it's so good I noticed that she refers to herself with "wagahai" in pretty much all of her lines, so as someone who does not speak Japanese with any level of fluency whatsoever I did a bit of digging to investigate:
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So "wagahai" here either gives off a bit of arrogance, or a rather archaic term for a plural we/us. And you know what? Either of these interpretations work beautifully. And both are masc leaning!! And while this one is a bit harder to pin down specific meanings of, Matoi also adds "ze" to the end of her statements fairly often:
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Always adding a touch of force, emphasis, or even threat to her sentences feels so goddamn in character for her. Notice, also masc leaning!! My jp "knowledge" is mostly limited to exposure from anime, games, and asmr lmao. But I'm real curious for someone who knows better than me to break down Matoi's mannerisms of speech, because as limited as these lines are, I think there's a lot of character packed in 'em!! anyway fr that tongue click tho,,
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pandykae · 8 months
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17%????!!!!
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mesukohi · 2 years
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Ikkaku 🔧
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She's the ship mechanic, you can't change my mind
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sweet-cici123 · 4 months
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I couldn’t find any backgrounds/wallpapers/collages and it really shows how under appreciated she is. I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND SO I MADE MY OWN.
I hope people grow to love her half as much as I do, and also her aesthetic is everything.
Barbatos Bachiko 💖
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Seriously everyone needs to just love her. And I’ve felt this way since her introduction…. Even without my bias for pink haired anime girls my point still stands!
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see-arcane · 2 years
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Clarimonde, the Parisian Party Vampire You Never Read About
Quick, without touching Google, what gothic vampire tale came before Dracula, had a first-person narrator, involved a romantic/sensual undertone between the vampire and the victim, and some knowledgeable older man who revealed the nature of said vampire?
Did you guess Sheridan le Fanu’s, “Carmilla?” You’re close! The lesbian vampire escapade did predate (and surely influence) Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Carmilla went around nibbling her girlfriends in 1872 while the Count started his bloody spree in 1897. But before both of them we had the French short story, “La Morte Amoureuse,” (The Dead Woman in Love) by Théophile Gautier, translated into English alternately as, “Clarimonde,” “The Dead Leman,” or simply, “The Vampire.” But our girl Clarimonde often doesn’t get her Ye Olde Classic Bloodsucker badge as she’s owed, because her English translation only came out in 1908. But her original publication year was a dusty old 1836.
So. Who is Clarimonde? Clarimonde is, in essence, the most fun way to die and/or join the undead you could ask for in any era. Without giving everything away, she and her story, as narrated by the now-elderly priest she once seduced, are one of the most startlingly religion-risqué pieces of work ever dared in the 19th century. Hell, it would push some buttons today.
The gist for Clarimonde’s character is that she’s a beautiful prince’s consort with her own gifted castle to throw lavish bacchanals in. Her traits reveal she’s seemingly psychic, possibly Fae, and a combo of vampire and succubus. She sets her sights on the priest, Romuald, when he’s a handsome and earnest young man just about to undertake his final rites and become an official priest. Their eyes lock, minds connect, and bam, instant fairy tale Love at First Sight. Romuald doesn’t shy away from describing his adoration of her beauty, but also his pining for the potential of genuine romance with a soulmate; the fulfilling life and family he’s just now realizing he’s throwing away for the priesthood.
This undercurrent of bitterness, doubt, and disappointment with the austere nature of a clergyman’s life follows him from that moment onward. Even the old abbé who suspects what foul female evil is afoot can’t soothe him by saying, ‘hey, just pray about it.’ In fact, in all the old abbé’s appearances, Gautier/the Narrator Priest manages to sneak in a lot of stealthy “Young Goodman Brown”-esque hypocrisy. Like when the old abbé scoffs and sneers about Clarimonde’s latest bawdy party and all that went on in it…
(What were you doing at Clarimonde’s revelry, sir? Or are you just parroting bullshit you don’t actually know about??)
The love story between Clarimonde and Romuald is split between the priest’s increasingly exhausted daylit hours, while his dreaming self (if it is just a dream?) seems to run away to live with Clarimonde where they indulge in all the joys and heady vices they feel like, but each other most of all. It’s all as raunchy in its detail as was allowed at the time, but made more so for the fact that Romuald—who is, again, a priest—revels in the memory. Any shame is vaporous if it’s there at all. And then, blood comes into it.
Clarimonde (in the dream) takes to pricking him with a needle so she may keep herself alive on less than a thimble of blood. Romuald declares he would have given her all his veins if she’d asked. Clarimonde likely knows so. But no. Just a drop.
I’ll leave the exact details of the climax murky. But the last lines…
I returned to my presbytery, and the noble Lord Romuald, the lover of Clarimonde, separated himself from the poor priest with whom he had kept such strange company so long. But once only, the following night, I saw Clarimonde. She said to me, as she had said the first time at the portals of the church: ‘Unhappy man! Unhappy man! What hast thou done? Wherefore have hearkened to that imbecile priest? Wert thou not happy? And what harm had I ever done thee that thou shouldst violate my poor tomb, and lay bare the miseries of my nothingness? All communication between our souls and our bodies is henceforth forever broken. Adieu! Thou wilt yet regret me!’ She vanished in air as smoke, and I never saw her more.
Alas! she spoke truly indeed. I have regretted her more than once, and I regret her still. My soul’s peace has been very dearly bought. The love of God was not too much to replace such a love as hers. And this, brother, is the story of my youth. Never gaze upon a woman, and walk abroad only with eyes ever fixed upon the ground; for however chaste and watchful one may be, the error of a single moment is enough to make one lose eternity.
From. A. Priest.
A priest, so old and grey and—we can almost hear—choking with a young man’s mourning tears over the loss of a woman who in any other context would be painted as a vile Lilith archetype, a sexy-evil demoness embodying the temptation of the Devil (a ploy the old abbé uses, of course). Romuald only let the ‘separation’ happen for the sake of clarity in the end—his brain was being sawed in half by the waking VS sleeping worlds he lived in. That and lack of coherent thought are likely all that allowed [REDACTED] to happen, and that with him utterly miserable once the work was done.
It all plays out less like a horror story and more like a romantic tragedy wrapped in commentary so cutting against the stringent dogma of the Church you’d think it was a modern-day subversion of an older story. But no. Gautier churned this thing out, again, in 1836. “La Morte Amoureuse,”/ “Clarimonde” is free to read on Project Gutenberg and I sincerely recommend giving it a look if you want a taste of one of the earliest depictions of vampires (or any monster) as something other than the 110% Evil Demonic Threat Here to Sully Your Virtuous Soul with Impure Goings-On, and something almost Guillermo del Toroish in the daringly loving greys it plays with.
tl;dr: Clarimonde deserves more love and her own turn in the classic vampire spotlight. In the meantime, she’ll go on partying into the night and breaking hearts.
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edeluarts · 1 year
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🎶Tell me though, who's Penelope?🎶
Instagram post here
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gh0ztk1ssr · 7 months
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Amy!!!! I rlly love her<3
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karihighman · 1 year
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Britt Robertson is the only answer rn 🆗🙌
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dark-elf-writes · 1 year
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!!!! Sudden thing I need desperately to see.
Fuyumi, who has been working every odd job she can find under the table while putting herself through college and finally has a stable job and a decent sized savings account full of money her father has no claim to (possible partial inheritance from her mothers side for eh family? A grandmother or aunt on Enji’s side that saw the writing on the walls but couldn’t do anything?) walks into a police station, looks Tsukauchi in the eyes, and says “My father has been neglecting me and one of my brothers and abusing the other two for years and I have proof!”
He knows it’s true, his quirk tells him so, but even he is amazed by the massive color coded binder she pulls out of her bag without losing that same calm look.
Everything is in their. Years of horror. Of the truth fi Touya’s death. Of every piece of first aid she has ever had to do for Shouto down to pictures of the wounds. All of it.
The ticket to their freedom.
And she the one that will lead them to it if no one else will step up to save them. A hero of a different kind.
Fuyumi gets custody of both of her brothers and, other than a change in scenery and the restraining orders they all carry on a certain hero, not much really changes.
She cares for them as she always has. Helping them. Raising them. Sister. Mother. All of it because her father had ruined her. Had ruined Touya too.
She would not let him ruin Natsuo and Shouto as well.
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