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huntedhealer · 2 years
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Sacrifice
It was for you dear love,
And my twisted sense of right,
For which I immolated my body.
An offering.
My undeveloped breasts,
Heaving high with heavy breath;
As my tattered will was shattered,
Once again.
What philosophy is this,
That a child should be saved,
By another being sacrificed.
Anything to spare you,
My dear and special friend.
Anything to save you,
From the place that I’m now in.
Anything for you.
I sacrificed my childhood;
Well; What tattered bits were left,
To save you from this suffering.
And my hollow shell of self,
Will be duly satisfied,
Just knowing you are safe.
So young, we made these choices,
So freshly paid the price,
Our innocence surrendered,
To appease the god of strife.
Dear one,
Sweet child,
Do not be afraid.
I’m here now.
The lamb.
The lover.
The slave.
Copyright 2022 by Hunted Healer All Rights Reserved
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rastronomicals · 6 months
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5:09 AM EST November 9, 2023:
Iceage - "Wounded Hearts" From the album You're Nothing (February 19, 2013)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: Noir punk
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cuties-in-codices · 7 months
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christ taking his heart out of his side wound to hand it to st. catherine of siena
in a hagiography of st. catherine of siena, alsace, early 15th c.
source: Paris, BnF, ms. allem. 34, fol. 54r
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doctorsiren · 2 months
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I have an idea (concept sketch that I will make a more refined version of in the morning since it is midnight)
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lotus-pear · 9 months
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regret
#literally excuse the shitty anatomy and cell shading i was thinking abt chuuyas reaction to what he'd done and i decided to make it skk#bc skk copium :')#the way i've hated dazai so fucking much but i still cried like a bitch when he died#he's not dead the bsd fandom has this phase like the elevator chapter where we're like ''dazai's not gonna make it he's done for!!''#and then he comes back next chapter like surprise bitches yall thought i was dead lmao#this chapter fucking HURT for skk shippers tho like we rly lost this time around huh#deluding myself into thinking that chuuya used gravity manipulation to slow the bullet#bc we didn't see a bullet hole behind dazais head like when chuuya shot his shoulder even though the bullet to his skull was fired at close#the reason theres a wound is bc the compressed air that was still fired was enough to wound him#and the shock wave that followed caused him to pass out bc of the sudden tension to his head intermingled with the blood loss and poison#we also know dazai can control his heart rate at will so maybe he can drop his pulse to zero for like thirty secs#enough to make fyodor believe he's dead#in the event that all of this is untrue and dazai rly does die the way my entire being will go numb and cold and dead#knowing that fyodor will most likely use dazai's death as a weapon against chuuya effectively chaining him to his side#like bffr chuuya may dislike dazai but that's his partner his reflection the boy that makes him desperately want to be human#dazai is the embodiment of chuuyas humanity and once chuuya loses that tether to his human side he will snap and the facade will shatter#and we will truly see chuuya unhinged with nothing more keeping him bound to his mortal shell#this wasn't the skk reunion we wanted asigiri what the fuck :(#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#nakahara chuuya#chuuya nakahara#osamu dazai#dazai osamu#skk#soukoku#lotus draws
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stydixa · 1 year
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EMMA STONE AS OLIVE PENDERGHASTEASY A (2010) Dir. Will Gluck
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loverboyromanroy · 1 year
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1000sunnygo · 6 days
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Probably the most powerful expression Oda drew on Law because how many times have we seen him so broken and desperate. That's a boy who lost everyone within a single night along with his faith in humanity - spilling out his heart in front of a total stranger just so he can somehow evade re-experiencing this pain:
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And this time it struck him worse . Now there's guilt along with grief because he brought the grim reaper to Cora himself.
Vergo is now dead and Doflamingo in Impel Down - but this isn't something you heal from in lifetime.
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Years after, same story. Oda struck the same wound again, took away his sword and hat while at it, then left him in salt water.
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robinsceramics · 4 months
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my big bleeding-heart pigeon! she is finished!
image id: a ceramic sculpture of a Luzon bleeding-heart pigeon photographed with a hand to show that she is about 12 inches long. The pigeon is mostly shades of bluish grey and black, but her chest is white with a bright red tuft of feathers, and the bottom of her chest is also stained red, as if there is a wound.
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huntedhealer · 2 years
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Abyss
How many times,
While living in the dark,
Did I drag my poor broken body to the edge?
To the faintest shadow where you dwell,
Certain no one has seen a darker place?
All of my limbs,
Twisted into shapes,
Almost inhuman.
I’d call to you from the depths of the abyss,
It’s ok little love.
Take my light.
I have so much to spare.
And handing off my last, fading ember;
Sitting with the demons od my past,
Wholeheartedly believing,
As a child would…..
Someone will give it back.
But that someone never came,
And the cave grew.
I was in the darkness for so long.
The fear of the spirits who dwell here,
Was washed away long ago,
By the Melodie’s they sing to me,
Alone. In the dark.
All the while you call to me,
It’s dark, and I can’t see!
While sitting in a beam of sunlight.
I drag my broken heart and body,
Back up to the surface.
The light in your shadow,
Stinging my eyes.
“I am here.” I coo.
“It’s ok. “
And you proceed to unload,
All of these perceived injustices,
As I feel the claws of the deep dark,
Tearing at my flesh.
When you’ve been given your dose,
When the healing comes,
When I am heavy laden with issues,
That aren’t mine;
And aren’t issues….
I drag my broken body back.
To the deep abyss beyond
Your small comprehension.
Sweet child,
Nursing on my soul….
I’m so tired.
The only place safe for me,
Is im the depths,
You have never seen.
No one comes to harm or help,
And I can cry and scream and yell,
And the claws of the dark shift….
Into gentle hands.
Into a sweet melody.
Into a place for my spirit to rest.
There is no food for me on the surface,
And although I am drowning down here in the dark,
I’m grateful.
It takes so little dark to break you,
And so little light to heal me.
We have never been the same.
It’s ok.
I love you anyway.
Copyright 2022 Hunted Healer
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rastronomicals · 2 years
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7:25 PM EDT October 2, 2022:
Iceage - “Wounded Hearts” From the album You’re Nothing (February 19, 2013)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: Noir punk
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altruisticalastor · 2 months
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Not me spending way too much time thinking about reader!wife aus and the guilt Alastor might've felt after he died. Not about the things he's done, heavens no, he doesn't feel the least bit guilty about that! But he does regret that his beloved will find out about his...activities upon his death and the mess she'll have to endure because of it. Not to mention the scorn she'll no doubt deal with from their neighbors and community for having been married to a monster like him. Indeed, he does feel bad about that. Her life will no doubt be worse off because of his absence.
Oh and did I mention that I'm totally picturing a reader!wife who flinches when someone knocks on a door? Because the knocks echo in her mind and suddenly she's back listening to the steady knocking on her and Alastor's front door and answering it to see an officer who's face she can't recall. But she remembers all too vividly the despair of learning of Alastor's death. Oh yes, she went to Hell long before her actual death~
Just me thinking about totally normal things yup!
OH MY… GOD….
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cuties-in-codices · 4 months
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the wounded heart of christ
in a liturgical miscellany, german, c. 1505-16
source: Munich, BSB, Clm 19822, fol. 265r
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loxli · 1 month
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It’s that time of year again! Happy 22nd Anniversary Kingdom Hearts, and happy birthday Sora!
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stressfulsloth · 10 months
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Thinking about Harry and all the animal parallels that follow him through the narrative. It's true that these animal parallels reflect the way that the brutality of individualist moralism strips him of humanity as someone who has fallen through the safety nets, and his agonised shout of 'I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore' can be interpreted as a direct admission of the RCM's dehumanisation of him as a disabled addict who is no longer as 'useful' as he once was. Gottlieb even directly tells him '[he] lost [his] human visage a while back.' Jean calls him 'the most dangerous animal of them all'. The rabid dog that needs to be put down, the black dog (also a common metaphor for chronic mental illness!) that Mollins shoots as it licks its wounds; the scared, hurt, frightened animal lashing out, chewing off it's own leg to escape the trap that it's caught in. The wild dog is all they can see.
But then there is a flipside to these parallels too; a kindness, a gentleness, almost a freedom in Harry’s animal parallels. He's strong like a 'goddamn ox,' like a bear ('I had to kill the bear to become the bear'). He's a harrier hawk, a name given to ensure his safety, raised up to the level of the aerostatics looking down over Revachol, 'soar[ing] on the wings of [his] spirit hawk.' He's a leopard ('its impossible to know where you end and the leopard begins'), discovering or rediscovering a love of softness and sensuality that he'd not known before via the leopard print leotard that 'speaks to the animal inside [him]' and touches on his relationship with his gender ('Yes, this is the type of animal I want to be.').
He's a 'seagull', a bird that will do 'whatever it takes to survive,' a 'bird of paradise' that tells a story of 'endurance- and adaptation' ('You! You and the seagull are just alike!'). He survives, despite everything, despite the grimness of the world around him. He endures. Even the sea monster comparison is oddly kind ('You've become a sea monster -- giant, hidden and... strangely tender at heart'). Even as a monster, he's still gentle; he still has so much love for this world that has wrung every last bit out of him. As if his tenderness is such an inherent part of him that no matter what monstrous face he wears, no matter what creature is there in his shadow, he cannot help but have some trace of it at his core. His tender soul 'quivering like jello.' The pain he feels is raw and animal but so is the love he feels. So is the hope and the fear and the wonder.
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papayafiles · 4 months
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“he looks at himself too much and worries that he’s not good enough. but he is. he’s exceptional”
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