#Chariot out

[samarecharm]

I wish the thieves had SOME kind of reaction to the Satanael awakening. Kinda wish we at least had RYUJI react to it….

I think its sooooo compelling to have Ryuji be the only person to witness BOTH awakenings; to see how much Akira and his will has grown since they first met. There was a raw, burning fury in Akiras core that recoiled at the injustice before him, and when given the tools to punish said injustice, eagerly accepted it with a wild, almost manic kind of intensity. I think it would be difficult for the others to truly grasp just how scary that was; that for a short moment, Ryuji couldnt pinpoint the cause of that rage, and the target of it. Akiras mellowed out alot since then, but its always in the back of Ryujis head; theres a side of their leader literally none of the thieves have or will ever see, and he doesnt really know how hes supposed to feel about that.

And now the airs charged in the same way he felt back in Kamoshidas palace; right as Akiras eyes widened at seeing him slammed against the wall. The blazing, untamed ferocity in his eyes from back then is replaced with a cool, calm, steely conviction. He knows his purpose; understands completely what his will screamed at him to understand back when it first started. This is the Akira the team knows, and its definitely the one Ryuji is used to now, but its insane to see the shift; insane to see the kind of power that simmered in Akiras core, literally too big and too overwhelming for past Akira to grapple with and set free.

Satanael comes down, and theres a moment, through all the excited screaming and hollering, where Ryuji can see it look right at him, and Ryuji is taken back to the floor of Kamoshidas Palace; not to the fear he felt when Arsene came forth incinerating everything, but immediately after, when Akira comes to with wide eyes and an outstretched hand- that bizarre feeling of safety, of knowing that this kid would have his back, and that hed never have to worry about where his place would be (its right beside him, obviously.)

[temeyes]

wasn't really in the mood to draw anything tonight, BUT I DIDDDD write Chariot's military personnel file the entire day lmao!!!

template made by mistydeyes!

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

I'm having thoughts about

Haymitch holding Maysilee's hand as she dies.

The way that Marcus tries to grab Lucy Gray's hand to try and help her escape with him when he runs after the bombing.

Wovey taking Lucy Gray's hand as they enter the arena.

Lucy Gracy staying with Jessup and holding his hand as he dies.

Cinna taking Katniss's hand in the time before she goes into the arena.

Peeta and Katniss publicly holding hands on the chariot.

Katniss holding Rue's hand when she's dying

Peeta and Katniss taking each other's hands again as they're about to eat the poisoned berries.

Finnick grabbing Katniss's hand to get her away from the jabberjays.

All the tributes joining hands at the interviews.

Katniss holding the morphling's hand as she's dying.

[sapphoherselz]

one day the fact that I pronounce English words with the frenchest accent ever will catch up to me (I haven't studied french since 2017) (if you don't count the after school classes where I helped kids w French)

[o-mellowy]

The Chariot - Peace Through Tyranny Zine @allsparkzines

In depth overview of the card n stuffs below:

✨ DESCRIPTION ✨

The card depicts a figure (in this case Megatron) standing as the chariot, where (in replacement of Sphinxes in the original card) two figures stand on either side. One represents positives or the past (Optimus) and the other represents the negatives or the future (Starscream). They pull in opposite directions, but the Chariot must steer in the direction that he wants and avoid the temptations of the two Sphinxes. Note that the rope is not connected, and shows that he's able to manifest his future with his hands and mind, and not held taught by the pulling of both past/present. He stands tall and sure of himself with the abstract city scape behind him, as he sets forth on a new course.

✨UPRIGHT✨

The "card" in its upright position represents willpower, strength, determination, & assertion.

✨REVERSED✨

The "card" in its reversed position represents lack of control, aggression, & hesitation.

thank u biddytarot.com for helping with this ^

I added plenty of little details please psychoanalyze everything I would love to see someone notice them hehehe

[sainz100]

Fernando Alonso arriving on Media Day ahead of the 2024 Singapore GP | 📸 by Denzyl KY

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.

[genesis-quoi]

Everyone please please please do yourself a favor and check out @suzienightsky's Phantom Ruby Illusion Tails AU, I am literally gnawing on the walls it's so good. This recent comic crumpled my brain like a soda can so enjoy this unhinged piece based off of it and its dialogue. ^.^

If you get there before I do, comin for to carry me home~

Stillness shatters against the soothing warble of an old friend.

Shards of sound so desperately sought after skewer him before he thinks better of opening his eyes, and soon after they burn in the blue crackling of electricity that blurs away at the outer corners of his vision like the stars he hadn’t seen in months. 

He wants to wipe his eyes but can’t, for the fear of bringing his electrified restraints close to his face again, of which the last attempt had him seeing things that weren’t there, and left him forever wondering if he’d ever be able to trust them like he once did.  

Tell all our friends I’m comin too~

He ends up weeping openly. This is a voice he trusts, even as everything else fails him. 

“Tails!” He cried, but it’s hollow and hoarse and pathetic how little he had to say now that his days and nights blurred together in the miserable swirl of longing. 

“T-Tails-!” 

His pleas were underscored by the droning buzz of electricity that echoed off the metal and a melody so familiar that everything else gets carried away easily in the gentle fondness that came with it, in and out of the bars of his cell like the call of home. 

A long forgotten and bespoke spark ignites within him, brought to life by Tails’ apparent easiness, in spite of the situation. 

He remembers teaching him that song what felt like a lifetime ago…back when he was barely taller than enough than his legs that he refused to let go of. 

It was a tad silly, he thought in retrospect, though Tails took to it so long as he kept his own promises to be back before the tune was finished. 

As they grew, it fell by the wayside for quite a bit, though the assurances it was meant to symbolize lived on in the ways they always tried to protect each other from situations like these. 

He really shouldn’t be so happy that Tails is putting himself in danger like this, but hearing his voice after nothing but the thrum of machinery and his own screaming was a balm on his aching heart. 

It’s him-it was really-

“Comin for carry me home~”

A silhouette approaches the bars from the darkness, and as it does so, he notices that it glows with that same loathsome tint he can’t escape even in sleep-

It’s just another trick. 

Another illusion meant to torment him-

“Here you are!” It called to him, though he doesn’t turn around. Maybe it will just go away on its own. 

“You were right, you know…things are a lot less scary now.” 

It hums the rest of the chorus sweetly, oblivious to the way each note pulverizes him and he feels mangled like he’s gotten caught within the mundane backdrop of pistons and gears. 

“Who sent you this time?” He snaps before long, and the last note out of its lips sours and shrivels into silence. 

Nevertheless, with a deep sigh that sounded more like static off an old TV than a transfer of air, its next words are no less chipper. 

“You did…didn’t you? You wanted me here-”

“I don’t want ‘you’ here. I want YOU you-the real you-!”

“Sonic, don’t you recognize me? I’m sorry I took so long…really! I tried, honest…but you promised we’d be friends no matter what…didn’t you?” 

Its voice quavers in that heartbreakingly agonizing way it used to, back when he would have to field this question at least twice a day. 

He can’t help himself.

Against his better judgment, he looks up and stares into the slightly damp eyes of the doppelganger parading around in his little brother’s skin, as if it had the audacity to be upset when it couldn’t even be bothered enough to try to be someone he missed.

“It’s me…you still love me, right?”  

The pounding in his head grows as his mind splits itself apart. For once he wondered if it would all stop hurting so much if he just went along with it and gave in because he’s been here eight lifetimes as far as he knows. One of them might as well have a shred of comfort in it, even if he knows it’s all that’s left. 

But the other, more stubborn part angrily refuses to give up, because if he never gets out of here he’d at least have done right by his real little brother, who’s out there somewhere probably moving mountains for him.  

Tails is a fighter. They should be arguing right now about things they already know are implicit, just to hear it out loud again how much they meant to each other. It wasn’t like Tails to cave, to crumble, he just wasn’t that docile toddler anymore. 

And yet…

“If it’s you…the real you…you’d’ve sprung me out of this place already.”

He glares at the faded red phantom of his brother with all the malice he can muster, and while its grin never falters, the rest of its form seems to slowly crack around it.

“What if,” a line splits directly down and fractures from its ear to an eye, “the only way we could be together was if i joined you?”

“No!” 

He tried to be intimidating, but as if his subconscious thought it looked enough like Tails to warrant the innate softening being around him usually did, it sounded less like a demand and more like a blatant plea to get him to stop eating stuff off the ground.

“You’re not real! You aren’t real! You’re just like the rest of them, just go back to where you came from and leave me alone!”

That was supposed to have been the end of it. Maybe he’d disappear after calling him pathetic, or maybe Infinite would appear again, least likely Eggman strolling by to gloat despite his obvious failure to trick him this time…

But nothing happens.

Another growing crack creeps up one of its tails and it looked pained as it watched, cradling it in its hands in a futile attempt to stop it.

“You always said it didn’t matter what I looked like.” While the words are despondent, there’s definitely an off-putting hint of anger buried within it that captures his attention.

“But now that I’m like this…?” It stopped, suddenly trying to hide all the cracks that marred his…its little body like scars in that way that was too uncanny to be replicated-

“I used to think maybe you were just like the rest of them too, y’know. You were supposed to prove me wrong.”

There’s years of pain and sadness compressed into his admission that terrifies him-makes him think that maybe he does have it wrong and Tails is really here-that maybe he’s had unspeakable things done to him too and he’s only making it worse by turning his brother away just because he’s also had parts of himself taken away that would’ve made the choice easier. 

“Wait, Tails-!” He shouted, far too late. It’s gone again, and it’s all his fault he’s got nothing but the shadows to talk to now.

Until he turned back around.

“Hi Sonic!” 

He nearly falls backwards onto the metal in surprise when he hears the high-pitched bleating of a dusty old computer struggling to start up.

“Tails…?”

The kid is behind him now. Inside his cell. 

“Yes?”

And while he should be irritated at having allowed himself to be even momentarily swayed, it-he…still looked far too similar to his little brother to the effect that he doesn’t have the heart or the energy for this anymore. 

“You’re…not really him…” He tried gently, deflated.  

If he was lucky, the phantom would take after the real Tails and understand his approach.

His brother could take his licks and a bomb to the face with pride and come out of it no worse for wear, only to crumble away into nothing every single time his own careful fingers would softly brush against his wounds.

“What do you mean?” The phantom illusion of Tails beams and it stands in stark, unsettling contrast to the darkness that surrounds them, like he doesn’t understand and doesn’t want to. 

“Of course I’m him!”

He appears to be completely indifferent to the way his voice distorts around the lie. 

“I missed you more than anything-!” The phantom grabs at his hands and the electric cuffs sear into his skin at the agitation the static brings.

It felt like pins and needles everywhere else, and not in a normal way he gets to laugh it off when it’s convenient. 

It’s chilling. And terrifying in a way he can’t explain.

“Sonic…?” Tails seems hurt that he pulled away, and tries toward him a second time as if to redeem himself. “It’s me…remember…? It’s okay to be scared, but…it’s just me…”

“No…” His heart races and he can’t hear himself thinking…normally this wouldn’t be a problem for him if he could just get away but there’s nowhere to run and he can’t, even if there was-

“It’s just me…let me help you-”

The phantom bounds towards him with outstretched arms and the world starts to close in and everything bleeds red…everything, from the walls to the bars to the stars that aren’t there to the streaks running down the phantom’s cheeks-

“Please…?” 

He tries to steady himself on the metal that jutted from the wall, but as soon as he sits he’s crashed into atop the makeshift bed and what felt like a current of lightning erupts through his entire body as the illusion engulfs him in an embrace that’s something akin to running face first into an electric fence. 

His thoughts dissolve quickly into a loud screaming chorus of pain and discomfort as the phantom sensation of his little brother burrowing into him continues. 

Much as it hurts he missed it so much he’d burn forever if it meant he never forgot what it was like.

The illusion’s words become little more than a steady thrum that reverberate through him and remind him that he’s still alive. 

“You’d never replace me, right? You promised you’d stay, always. I’m here now. Everything is going to be okay again…” 

He doesn’t remember losing consciousness, yet he comes to so pleasantly he’d been momentarily thankful that it was all a dream.

But the only thing that illuminates his thoughts in the darkness is a persistent glow, reflections of things that were never there lending credence to his loneliness…

And a song he knew all the words to, once. 

Sometimes I’m up, sometimes I’m down~

The phantom illusion kicks his small legs off the side of the bunk to keep time, smiling broadly in a way that made him queasy when he’d noticed he was alert again.

Comin for to carry me home~

His song punctuates itself midway through with a series of light-hearted giggles as if they were around a campfire, either unaware or unbothered completely by the sight of the oppressive prison they were confined to. 

“I waited for you!”  

There’s a deep gouge in his face, just below one of his cheeks that keeps him from grinning any wider. 

“...why…?” It’s all his addled mind can produce. 

Tails’ eyes flitted to the ceiling, almost as if wistful despite the grimy nothingness of the view he’d picked over time and time again out of boredom.

“You’re gonna be here forever,” he nearly whispers, and despite the severity of the statement it’s laden with no emotion whatsoever, “that’s why I’m here…to keep you company.”

The phantom of his little brother continues to hum softly as he stares, admiring the cracks in the darkened corners of the cell. 

Now he’s more than annoyed…he’s scared beyond anything that his nightmares were finally becoming reality the less defined reality became. 

He’d watched Tails die too many times for this to be the new normal. 

Who’s idea was this? It’s far too ‘potentially altruistic’ a plan to have been Eggman’s design, and Infinite usually tormented him in other ways…maybe he’s finally lost it in here. 

While he certainly doesn’t plan on being here forever, he absolutely prefers the company over nothing, though not necessarily all of his alternatives. 

For all he knows, it’s already been forever. 

And if this is all that’s left, then…

Maybe he would hang onto home just a little longer. 

[amber-lucca44]

Favorite song titles 💕

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me (Fall Out Boy)

Just When You Thought We Couldn't Get Any More Emo, We Go And Pull A Stunt Like This (Motionless In White)

This Song Is Called (The Devil Wears Prada)

I Used To Have A Best Friend (But Then He Gave Me An STD) (Asking Alexandria)

There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet (Panic! At The Disco)

I'd Hate To Be You When People Find Out What This Song Is About (Mayday Parade)

Someday, In The Event That Mankind Actually Figures Out What It Is That This World Revolves Around, Thousands Of People Are Going To Be Shocked And Perplexed To Find Out It Was Not Them. Sometimes, This Includes Me (The Chariot)

No Need For Introductions, I've Read About Girls Like You On The Back Of Toilet Doors (Bring Me The Horizon)

I've Got 10 Friends And A Crow Bar That Says You Ain't Gonna Do Jack (Underoath)

Surprise! I'm From Cuba, Everyone Has One Brain (Dance Gavin Dance)

[lady-merian]

for the sketch ask - 45, 1007, and 274! (super cool idea btw) (and also no pressure btw)

*rubs hands together* when I had this idea, I knew I wanted to be able to make at least some of them personalized rather than just random poses here and there, but this was the first time it really worked out well that way without fudging it. So 45:

This really looks nothing like the original inspiration art (which was by @taratjah, and saved so many years ago I forget how many.) and the main thing I got from it is the hand holding. I did a sillier initial doodle that sort of looked like Katniss and Peeta in the chariot scene, so I leaned into that for the real thing.

1007:

This was copied more directly from a photo I’d saved from Pinterest even longer ago than the last one, but it seemed so right for you. This one’s a keeper.

274:

This was a free stock photo of a guy in a frankly ridiculous outfit, but I liked the hand gesture, so I improvised a hobbit costume and he turned into Merry.

thanks for playing!

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[edenslice]

aziraphale and crowley share a lot of parallels to jesus and judas, if you think about it real hard.

i mean.

i've talked about this before but crowley shares so many parallels to jesus; serpent of eden, lamb of god. perpetuator of original sin, died for humanity's sins. both having intricate scapegoat symbolism tied to their characters, crowley's affinity for goats (seen during the ark and the job minisode). alpha and omega—crowley with the first woman and being the reason why judgement was cast on humanity, jesus with the last man and being the reason why judgement is lifted. condemned for something they cannot control; crowley's curious nature that got him expelled from the kingdom of heaven and jesus' divine bloodline that marked him for inescapable painful death the moment he was conceived. god forsaking them during the most crucial points of their lives.

and, likewise, aziraphale also shares many parallels to judas. in my honest opinion. judas's betrayal of jesus fully believing his and his beloved's pain will be worth it, that it will save everyone, that rome will leave his people alone if he sacrifice the messiah—aziraphale's betrayal of crowley fully believing his and the demon's pain will be worth it in the end because his sacrifice will change heaven once and for all. both being wrong, and both never having the chance to explain nor articulate how grandiose their love is until it was too late. how judas acted as a foil to jesus and often drove him insane, and how a crucial part of aziraphale's ineffable dance with crowley is his refusal and denial.

jesus had asked judas to kill him, and then demanded more of him by asking him to live, to live despite committing the worst sin, to live despite betraying himself and the truth of his love.

and yet he loves him anyway.

crowley grabbed aziraphale by his lapels and kissed him, asked him to stay, that if he leaves for heaven there will be no crowley. no nightingales. no good wine and good books and simple goodness, something that heaven can't even afford. crowley had asked aziraphale to kill him, then asked him to live despite it—killing what was supposed to be quiet and gentle and romantic in a desperate attempt to prevent aziraphale from doing what was good.

and yet he forgives him anyway.

[literallyjusttoa]

ToApril Day 11: Remembrance

I feel like there are dozens of characters this prompt could refer too (Kind of crazy how many people die in ToA) so I went with a more obscure bit and made a piece about Helios! I wonder if Apollo's connection to the sun changed after the Trials, since he is now truly the only Greek sun god.

[mallowmaenad]

current favorite anime trope is when a firey red headed woman with immense power by their own will decides to transform into a withdrawn nerd that wears glasses

[adriles]

i light patroclus’ funeral pyre aflame & speak to his spirit for the final time in life to tell him i have finally avenged him before convincing some warriors to beat the living shit out of each other to win a mule

[yj-98]

i will say btw. that as someone who's name is rook i am partial to using that as tim's new vigilante name LOL both in the bird sense and the chess sense.... like rooks as corvids who are HUGELY social and also annoying clever + then also just. ive seen it said before (and in the . gotham knights video game) about how the rook is an unassuming piece with a lot of potential + also the whole castling thing. it DOES fit him and i like it as a sort of .... single-word homage to robin that DOES feel more matured

no none of this has to do w/ my own personal attachments to the bird or chess what are you talking about

[a-flickering-soul]

blinks hard. pause. richard what do you mean master and servant by depeche mode is a thorin song. richard come to the mic. richard. richard. i promise i wont hurt you. explain to me what about "you treat me like a dog/ get me down in my knees" reminds you of thorin thrainul to you.