someone might have already said this, I’ve been a little mia, buuut now that I have thought about it more, the couch scene actually makes so much sense?
the thing is, we’ve only been considering the couch metaphor from a meta standpoint - and don’t get me wrong, that is def an important aspect and they have been using it as such, for examply by showing us that the answer to the couch question is eddie’s couch (thank you 6x12 couch scene my most beloved <3) - but in that we are kinda forgetting that in contrast to the other metaphors (most notably heart and water metaphors <3) the couch metaphor first and foremost isn’t a meta metaphor, it is buck’s metaphor and thereby the only metaphor that the characters are actively aware of and so while the meta aspects of it definitely are at play (and in my opinion do hold up, because of course he has grown, but not yet enough and so this time the couch choice is half his own, while half still put on someone else again, and he still doesn’t see the one right in front of him) more importantly buck is actively trying to use the couch metaphor and is actively trying to put it into play by being proactive, but it also means that the couch metaphor is not infallible, because buck is not infallible
from buck’s perspective, natalia is a good candidate and he didn’t compromise on his own boundaries for her and she still came back and stood beside him through the emotional mess that was kameron having the baby even tho that was what originally made her run - of course he would want the couch metaphor to work for the two of them (people have said it before, but it bears repeating: buck is not omniscient, he does not see the narrative signs for why he and natalia are doomed!) and of course that would make him actively put the couch metaphor into play, it’s almost like a test, like him asking can we actually ‘pick a couch’ together that works for both of us synonymous with him asking if they actually fit (which is a big step up, because it IS him making that choice and him recognizing that ‘picking a couch’ kinda needs to be a both partners kinda thing and a compromise, not him accepting couches that are hoisted on him) - and only s7 will tell us and more importantly buck the answer to that, even tho we as the audience know that the couch buck is at ease on is already out there and waiting for him to see it <3
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The Hierophant prides himself on the deliverance of knowledge–he serves as a teacher to those who wish to know the ancient ways. Though he is hesitant go against his traditions, he is even moreso to trust his own personal intuition...but should you be able to find the answers you seek under your own power, then perhaps, so could he.
Upright, the Hierophant represents Tradition, Spiritual Guidance, Commitment, and Imparting Knowledge
When Reversed, the Hierophant is indicative of Personal Beliefs, Status Quo Changes, Unconventionality, and Non-Conformity
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Flat coloured full body for Min_Jaehwan (On Twitter ) of their paladin of Vengeance ! :D
Thank you for commissioning me again and for your patience !!
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💐💐💐💐 [ plot twist, they are made of bones and meticulously shaped & carved into flowers ]
flower prompt if you even care :/ || accepting
The flower festival is a celebration of color. Plucked fresh from the temple's hanging gardens, arrays of bouquets are tied off with red string and decorate the rusty statues guarding shrines. An air of jubilance hangs over the faithful on that day, as they prepare to welcome the oncoming spring.
Winter comes to its fated end; the ice melts into rivers, returning life-giving water back to the earth.
It is with the same generosity that The Lord Founder greets his many faithful in the aftermath of a busy evening. Filled with dance, laughter and rejoicing in love. His wave, soft and airy, matches the impalpable entrance of the midnight moon. And there, under the cover of night, his mask falls sweetly as silk from a maiden's skin and there reveals something few may dare to gaze upon. Because so few blossoms dare bloom in the darkness.
Standing alone in the quiet outback, Dōma's expression had been harshly empty. His eyes reflected a round moon over the ponds and his sternum lay flat, as if he had sucked in a greedy breath and refused to let it go. In the utmost stillness of the night, he was not unlike the demon Kokushibo's statue, hoisted proudly over the waters on a pedestal. Perhaps it was those hollowed carved eyes that urged Upper Two's shoulders into jumping slightly when the familiar scent of poison filled his lungs.
He turns slowly, the smile slipping back on like clockwork. Pale lips part slightly as his vibrant gaze falls on the third moon's offering. Watching Naraku's poised gait closer without a word, the priest's face wears an indecipherable pause — somewhat lost in thought, dreamy or perplexed; the knot between his brows would not confess.
❝ ... You made this for me. ❞ He acknowledges, or eases the admission out of the other anyway. Naraku has trouble with words, at times. When they're most heartfelt, Upper Two has noted. ❝ You should have given it to me before. Mm— I know, I was a little busy mingling and whatnot. But, you shouldn't be shy to approach me, Nara. If any human catches onto what you are, I will say that you're some malevolent spirit that haunts me from time to time. And then— well, you might get some salt spritzed on you but... you'll be fine~ ❞ Dōma laughs. They didn't get to interact as much as he had hoped during the festival. These celebrations were meant to keep the humans happy and healthy, after all — and placid.
❝ Let me see what you've made there. I must admit, I'm not the best at telling flowers apart. ❞ A convenient lie their Master has heard all too many times. ❝ But... ❞ A sharp claw reaches out then, tenderly scraping the marble-like petals before taking them in his arms. ❝ I would say those slightly resemble carnations, to me. ❞
His gaze snaps up and thick lashes no longer protect Naraku from its penetrating glow. At times like these, Dōma looks as if he is gazing directly in the pitch black void that is Upper Three's soul. His eyes do not wonder the darkness in search of something. He doesn't seek to run from it, either. He simply stares at the void, expecting it to blink back, eventually. And it is with that same meticulous perseverance that his tongue trails the edge of one of those petals, never breaking eye contact lest he miss the nuances of his companion's reaction.
❝ -— you know... out of all my subordinates-- ❞ Spoken with such intonation as if he meant for Upper One's statue to hear. And then his cold hand reached out to take the other's, leading him gently into a spin. ❝— you taste the absolute sweetest~ But... now that you gave me flowers, it is mandated that you'll dance with me as well. What else would you be giving me flowers for, huh? ❞
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We’ve reached Spring Monday in the Chill Valicer save -- an important day in the Valicer household! It was Egg Day! It was “purchasing new property” day! But most importantly, it was --
The Power Surplus Has Finally Run Out So Fuck You The House Is Dark Constantly Now Day! Yeaaah, I don’t know WHAT happened (other than the wind farm out back breaking down a little too often, and possibly the new stove and fridge being bigger power sucks than I expected), but midway through the wee morning hours, while Victor was chilling in the light of the sacred candles and Smiler was mastering their yoga (they know the warrior pose now!) and weeding a sadly-shrunken Snappy the Sixam Mosquito Trap, the lights went out and I got a message saying the power surplus had been used up. I promptly had Smiler fly out to check on the wind turbines and fix any that were busted -- as usual, one was, though I couldn’t see THAT being the cause of the sudden blackout. You’d think it would take ALL of them being broke to take the lights out in the house these days! But they repaired the turbine, got some spare parts, then headed around the house to do some recycling (stopping to cheer the snoozing Alice on the way, because yay Alicewolf I guess XD). Might as well keep up with the gathering of bits and pieces while we wait for the power to come back on!
And hey, you know what ELSE is a fun activity to do in a haunted house while you wait for the power to be restored? A seance! A group seance, no less, because Victor’s that good a medium now, and why shouldn’t Alice and Smiler help out with restoring the spiritual serenity of the house? They’re all cottagecore occults here! So I had everyone gather in the seance room and had Victor lead the ceremony, going ahead and plopping his sacred candles in the room to provide a little extra ghostly light. I mean, it definitely provides the right atmosphere, doesn’t it? Especially with Victor levitating like that. XD The ceremony went well, and to my delight right near the end the lights came back on --
Only to immediately go off again. And then a thunderstorm started outside. *sigh* Gonna be one of THOSE days in the game, huh? Well, I had an idea to try and fix the power problem, so I hopped into build mode, took a moment to build a proper chimney on the back of the house (I mean, they do have a fireplace, so they should HAVE one). . .
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