#christ in the tomb

[koredzas]

Antonio Vivarini - Christ in the Tomb. 1450 - 1460

[theroadtoyou]

[noctilia]

Alecto the Ninth cover

[nekomim1]

Nona the ninth is like,

Imagine you are a girl, and you woke up sixth months ago and thats your earliest memory. You dont know who you are. Your name was chosen for you seemingly at random, because nobody else knows who you are either. All you know about yourself is this: you cannot let anyone see you injured, or they will kill you. You are inhabiting a body that the others recognize, but you dont. You are probably one of two people, but nobody knows which one. You dont know these people. You dont know yourself. And deep down maybe you know you're not either one of them.

You are happy anyway.

You live with three people, who love you and who you love back fiercely. One of them is inhabiting a body that doesnt belong to her. She understands you, but she also doesnt. The other two are sharing a body, so intertwined that you can never be sure which one is standing right in front of you, unless you study them closely and know them well enough to guess. They understand you, but they also dont. They expect you to be one of two people, but you arent and you dont know why. You dont know who (what) you are.

You are happy anyway.

The world is crumbling around you. Your life is on a time limit and your soul is trying to claw its way out of your (her) body. The people you love are in danger but you dont know why or how to stop it. You are in danger, and the people you love know how to save you. You dont belong in this body, everyone knows that now. You are too big, too much, and the rest of your essence is trying to claw its way into your mind, becoming whole again, but you cant let it. You cant let it because if you are whole then you will be different, you wont be Nona anymore and you will not be that girl who loves and who is loved. But there is no choice, you must go back or risk killing yourself and the girl whose body you inhabit. You may remember your time as Nona, or you may not, but either way you will never be the same again. You might not be loved anymore. You might not love.

But you are happy anyway.

Because at least you know this. You cannot take loved away.

[kattodoesstuff]

The Nun and the Son of Jod

so... alecto huh

[headknight-oh]

Ok so we could:

Read Bible fanfic (Good omens)

Read Bible fanfic (Paradise Lost)

Read Bible fanfic (The Locked Tomb)

Read Bible fanfic (Inferno)

Or:

Watch Bible fanfic (Supernatural)

Watch Bible fanfic (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

Watch Bible fanfic (Good Omens)

Your choice!

[illustratus]

The Resurrection by Gustave Doré

[weirdprophetess]

love that in a time of people trying to write teenage girl characters as relatable by making them mention tiktok or whatever harrowhark is by far the most realistic and actually relatable because shes a complete wreck. in gideon the ninth she's lying to everybody in her community and secretly carrying everything on her own back. she's a bitch to everybody because she's at her maximum of stress at all times. in her own book where she's the title character she's depressed as shit hanging onto a malicious sword with her fingernails even though it makes her throw up. she's emotionally distressed in at least 8 ways at all times and has no idea why but so dissociative she barely feels it and god is trying to kill her. honestly what is being a girl in your late teens except god trying to kill you

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

Fuck it I’m adding some belated propaganda for both of my favorite ginger jesuses

Rand

-he’s a shepherd!!!!!!!!

-both the christ allegory AND the antichrist allegory because he’s god/the universe’s specialest guy (unfortunately for him)

-has multiple sets of stigmata and symbolic unhealing wounds

-arguably the text indicates that he is the reincarnation of actual factual Jesus of Nazareth

-knows for basically the entire series that he will have to sacrifice himself to save the world

-as his arc nears its zenith he goes around constantly causing miracles, reshaping reality around him

Gideon

-daughter of god (important: god sucks)

-the pool scene baptism where she metaphorically cleanses her closest companion of her sins

-sacrifices herself and is later resurrected by god

-her early life has the equivalent of the massacre of the innocents wherein she is the only survivor in a mass murder of children

-she’s also got some christ wounds of the kind that would get a medieval illuminated manuscript writer particularly horny

Feel free to add more propaganda for either!!!

[glltterglue]

anaïs mitchell, hadestown / tamsyn muir, nona the ninth

[nonasbirthday]

hadn't really thought through the fact that babs is. also a christ figure

[koredzas]

Pietro Perugino - Christ in Tomb. 1470

[spicyvampire]

THE SIGN (2023 - 2024) EP. 9 dir A Natthaphong Wongkaweepairod THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST Pieter Coecke van Aelst [source]

[raspberry-arev]

they are definitely not yearning your honor. they hate each other and definitely not in a complex hot way

my ninth blorbos are back <3 I def like Gideon's sword the most out of all my attempts at drawing it

[nepenthean-sleep]

why are people always defending john gaius like they're on the mithraeum right before augustine is about to slam dunk everything into the river. he's fictional. he can be a shitty person and fascinating at the same time

[theriverbeyond]

thinking about Cam in BOE custody and holding so tightly onto Palamades' bones before she even knew for sure he was really in there, through BOE torture and electric shocks and Judith & Crown's... everything and how she didn't talk for weeks. "Cam was gone". hollowed out and gutted and razed to the fucking ground by grief. and she was grieving Palamades, of course, but how much of that grief was also for Dulcie, who Cam found out was dead maybe fifteen seconds after Palamades himself exploded?

im thinking about how she and Pal and Dulcie had been exchanging letters for over 10 years and Cam had saved every one. EVERY single one. sharing your whole life your whole self with two people that you love and then suddenly you're alone. two parts of her gone, one of them she didn't even notice until it was too late. she didn't notice. grief and guilt and destruction. she never got to say goodbye to either of them. what the fuck.