OH TO BE A SAINT UNABLE TO SAVE THE SACRED
OH TO BE A GOD WITHOUT A SAY ON HIS OWN FATE
i have a lottttttttttttttt to say about this drawing but good lord most of it is roman religion shit nobody else knowssssss
a good chunk of it hinges on Jaller (lowest figure) being sanctus = sacred due to protecting something either sacer (= sacred as decided by men), or religiosus (= sacred as decided by gods). for example the city is sacer so its walls are sancti, or a tree struck by lightning is religiosus and the forest growing around it is sancta. in Jaller's case, he is sanctus as the herald of Takanuva and Matoro's leader: he achieves his destiny by sacrificing himself for Takanuva and buying Matoro time, but he isn't allowed to die or stay dead for them. His friends are always out of his reach and try as he might he can't do anything when their time comes. And that's ok, supposedly - their duty demands them to be stepping stones for something greater - but it doesn't change that he has to watch them step to the altar where they're going to be butchered. Walls have no reason to stand tall if the city within them is leveled to the ground.
Takanuva is sacer, and Matoro is religiosus - one to be given up and one to be preserved. One is supposed to make the sacrifice, one is handpicked by a godly entity. Dead, revered. Or is it the opposite? Takanuva is the only one who could have been the Toa of Light; Matoro just happened to have the right conditions to use the Ignika. So one continues while the other ends. Takanuva, king of the misfts, the wrongs, the left hands, accepts his role at Mata Nui's right arm; Matoro, one of the best, the wisest, the strongest, fits in the crook of Mata Nui's left arm.
Mata Nui holds them and cries because what else is he supposed to do? What sort of lousy god can't offer at least some comfort to those whose lives are assigned to him? Some gratitude or grief? Some release, some closure? His body crumbles into sand like a faulty idol, incapable of being worth what others have paid for it to live. The god is the statue and the statue is the god: what then does it say about him, if his physical forms always fall apart?
also have the sketch bc i think it came out well v
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hi hello i had another acelu supernatural AU thought while I was working... I know Original Anon said it wouldn't get into the angels/demons storyline, BUT
what if there was still the doomed-brother plotline? Like, if it's Luffy who's like Sam, destined to be the vessel of a Lucifer-figure... maybe Nika (who I haven't gotten to in my OP read, so I'm just going on vibes) has chosen Luffy as its host. And it's mostly a creature of chaos/not purely evil, but it's so powerful that the longer it inhabits Luffy, the more likely it is that he'll be lost/"taken over"
meanwhile Ace is still the son of Roger, famed demon hunter and has taken on all his skills and tricks... but it's the way Ace is different from Roger—that he still sees Luffy as his brother, someone he knows and loves and has learned to trust—that allows him to save him
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going back in time to stop cavetown from making music because if I hear one more person make a joke about how trans men make bad music I'm either relearning how to play the guitar or walking into traffic
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I don't know, I get tired of a lot of positivity
Like yes yes, the world's wonderful and I'm so strong or whatever generic thing is being said (because it's always so generalized to the point of meaningless), but you know shit is what it is, and the only way forward is with changes I manage to make... which you're not helping with at all
And as for like... my internal mood, I'm deeply isolated, sorry if hollow platitudes don't sooth the gaping maw inside me
It is what it is, and I probably get my shit together enough to do stuff like teach out of my basement like I'd like, it's just I believe that I'll be alone in a crowd like I've always been
But positivity... I just... I kinda get sick of it. There's this guy on youtube I watch who talks about economics stuff, he's recently started doing positivity and... I just fucking know his personality enough where it's like sorry mate but I'm not interested in hearing you spout Secret light kinds off drivel
...I don't know, I suppose it boils down to this
One, I can barely fucking take in positive things said directly to me, about me. Generalizations don't help even a little... I'm a mess, I'd really like someone to toss me a life preserver instead of always tossing confetti at me while I struggle to stay afloat... doesn't help
Two, the world is a terribly imperfect place, and rather than taking a mentality of "everything will work out", I think it's important to acknowledge that sometimes good people live alone, die alone, and they never got the break they needed and slowly bled out
I think it's worth knowing that if you can't step in and help yourself, then maybe no help'll come at all
...I don't know, I suppose in the end the core of what I'm saying is a lot of positivity seems like self help tier stuff and... I get tired of that, and I see so many good people struggling and... eh... either I can at least come in and say something positive custom fit to them, or I can keep my mouth shut
Just fucking let me rot. Help or let me fester on my own, you know?
I got rid of the trailer, I maybe did something like cleaning though I can't tell... at what point will my pace on trying to make things better be good enough for people, and I'll be able to stop having people tell me to fix my life... as if I hadn't thought of that already
...everyone means well, it's just tiring
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