i had a dream that the clouds looked like you, pink in the sunset. you were the ghost of a lighthouse and when we fell in love all your shackles fell off in great grey chunks. we became fish-squid-humans, unkillable and round as the sun. our children were whales, and we grew past the size of cruise ships. i cursed poachers with my own blood; only to relent, knowing the pain of drowning just close-enough, warning them: do better. be well. don't make a mistake you can't come back from.
how quietly you've slipped inside me, little seal shifting me under the water. this little dance we are both stepping, our hands just-quite not-touching. like mermaids, sometimes i think our form is the shape of the ocean. sometimes i think we are too horribly human, too terrified of the rip and torrent.
i have thought about my hand in your hair enough, and the curve of your cheekbone, and how you wait for a moment to gather your thoughts before telling a joke. i have thought about the tension that grows in cables between us, a little spined bridge neither of us will cross unless the situation dramatically shifts. i have thought about the way you tilt your head when considering something i blurted, how you show just-half of your smile when you know more than i did.
what even are you two? she asks me, stirring her coffee, her brows knitting. i shrug noncommittally.
somewhere, we are mermaids, eternally. in this world, for now - i tell her: i think we're just... enjoying.
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Considering the ask I got about christianized speech in Hilda fic writing and Sadie’s tags about the idiom I mentioned, the topic of “do christians exist in the Hilda universe?” has been on my mind. And then, I remembered that there’s canonically a place called Saint Guglow’s Cemetery
So I thought “hey, that’s interesting. Is that a saint I don’t know about?” and looked it up. But nope, not a single positive result to tell me who the hell mr. Guglow might have been. Which leaves me with two options:
1- There aren’t christians in the Hildaverse, but whatever religions there might be there is at least one which utilizes the concept of saints and canonization, or-
2- There are not only christians, but also specifically catholics in the Hildaverse. And they have access to exclusive secret saints over there
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Daisuke's Notes on Venom's Concept and Design:
Like Millia, he was raised in the Assassin's Guild from an early age. He adores Zato.
He was set up to be a long-reach character and flier. I wondered what kind of character I should make. Originally, he had a cello.
He actually had a fan for a weapon before Anji did. He also had a large cross, which I thought was the best concept, however, we were told that it was OK to have it as a part of his design, but not to hit anyone with it.
When I was struggling, I went out to play games as a distraction. One time, as we were playing billiards, we talked about how interesting it would be to have a fighter who fights with a pool cue. But I thought the character would be too boring with just the cue alone, so I made it so that his hair also covered his face and added a mark on it with a bit of paint.
Since the head had such a strong personality, I wanted to keep the body simple. However, I wanted to change the overall shape of the body to make it similar to Zato's, so that's why the legs are like that.
As for the pants design, if I wanted to keep it simple, I would have made each leg the same color, but that would've made his figure appear more naked. To find a way around this, I made one leg light and the other dark to add more of a mysterious flair.
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brief rambling about mayakuro in the revue of souls, and their cyclical paradoxical bond that somehow solves itself.
revue of souls posits maya and claudine to us as thus:
claudine, the devil, who bargains with maya, a vessel of god on stage.
the deal, claudine shall show maya, who claims to have stood on every stage there is, a completely new brilliance unseen by her, by the both of them, by anyone. if the deal is fulfilled, then maya's soul is the collateral. her soul shall be taken by the devil.
if you are reading this, then i assume you have seen the revue. i shall skip act i and ii.
act iii begins, and maya declares herself empty, a vessel of god. something to be filled and molded into whatever role the stage wishes, inhuman and most importantly, soulless. if she has no soul to wager, then she automatically wins the bet, no?
here is her declaration, that she is something godly, inhuman, divine.
but that little intermission between act iii and iv.
claudine, the devil, exposes maya. she cannot be soulless, for she shows such emotions as pride and arrogance, envy and longing. she as a stage girl by nature, is greedy. here exists such feelings within her, and this is the proof that she is a human.
the deal still sits unfulfilled.
and here is act iv.
for heroes, there are trials. for saints, there are temptations. for me, there is a devil.
for me, there is you.
maya's admittance to this seals the bet. claudine wins, the devil wins the revue. her soul is damned to fall with the devil. and yet, it is salvation to her. they, together, complete the other. the only one there can be for themselves, is each other. maya's soul falling and being damned is the same thing that gives her salvation, dignity as a human.
together they fall, as something unholy and blasphemous, but together, just themselves, it does not matter if hell is where they land, or if they keep falling forever. each other is heaven, each other is salvation. for me, there is you. their salvation is their rivalry, their eternal clash and overcoming the other over and over again.
maya is damned, yet maya is saved.
claudine as the devil, is already damned, and yet she saves a soul.
act iv ends with fire. hell is the absence of god, and with maya's loss, she can no longer be a vessel of god. thus, the stage is hell, and hellfire consumes it. but to maya and claudine, this hell is heaven, because claudine is there. and to claudine, this hell is heaven, because maya is there.
a continual cycle of salvation and damnation, yet somehow, it seems like it solves itself, this weird little paradox. it really all goes back to that infamous quote huh?
for heroes, there are trials. for saints there are temptations
for me, there is you.
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