#will all great neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?

[tathrin]

Anyone else have a favorite obscure or ridiculous word that they love so much they have to put it in everything they write as soon as they have even the faintest excuse to do so?

Mine is incarnadine.

[carfuckerlynch]

guy who is always thinking about macbeth at least a little bit

[livvyofthelake]

you know what. i did just realize this professor might be a little cheryl blossom voice queerphobic and i’m about to roll up to her class to talk about the gay little matt damon movie. again really banking on the one group member being one of her favorites to help here

[iysure]

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?

[ester-galls]

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood

Clean from my hands?

[amoratearte]

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.”

—Macbeth (Act II, Sc. II)

Daemon and Rhaenyra, the sword and the crown

[starsabounded]

will all great neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?

handers tarot card as that macbeth poster that’s been going around + textures from @anxident tarot texture pack🌙

[edwardian-masquerade]

"Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine..."

-Macbeth; Willam Shakespeare

[macaronijail06]

"Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?" - Macbeth

[axolotldice]

The Dark Urge - 8 Piece Set

- Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

[aropride]

god i think about "will all great neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?" a lot . shakespeare was really onto something with that. has anyone else heard of this guy

[tomatette]

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? Macbeth Act II Scene II

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Fallen King

Along with the whole Beast Atsushi hallucinates Beast Dazai during the banquet akin to Macbeth hallucinating Banquo's ghost.

When Macbeth killed Duncan he says "Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No."

And that sentiment is shared here with Beast Atsushi frequently remarking about how he can't erase the image of Dazai's blood stained body.

Visually Beast Atsushi only starts wearing red after getting Beast Dazai's blood on his hands.

When he hallucinates Beast Dazai at the banquet, Beast Atsushi shatters a glass in his hand and it becomes stained in red wine.

Beast Atsushi remarks it's the same shade as Beast Dazai's blood.

Beast Atsushi didn't kill Beast Dazai but he didn't save him so his blood is on Beast Atsushi's hands.

And nothing, nothing can wipe them clean.

[we-ezer]

"Whence is that knocking?— How is’t with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red." -Macbeth, Act 2, scene 2, lines 55-61

[favvn]

What if the device that Kodos used to kill the colonists was the Tantalus field? It's shown to be painless and instantaneous (or, at least, so instantaneous that it appears painless. Death itself seems so quick that it is little more than a shock). For a character like Kodos, it's perfect because he doesn't have to dirty his hands or even wonder what to do with the bodies afterwards, and it adds to the Shakespeare quoted in the episode ("Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?") by making his guilt demand a physical existence of murder. (Further highlighted by Lenore telling him, "All the ghosts are dead. I've buried them.")

[lasatfat]

for dadwc prompts, how about eireann and "A freshly painted vhenadahl" from the dragon age artefacts prompt list?

artefacts of Thedas prompts | @dadrunkwriting

Shadows and Tall Trees

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas in incarnadine, making the green one red.” – William Shakespeare, Macbeth

The vhenadahl casts its dappled light over all the memories Eireann has of the alienage. Even as a child, she received no answer for why it was there, why they painted it every spring, or even what it was meant to do. “It means ‘Tree of the People,’” was the most her father could tell her, as he handed her a brush and a little pot of scarlet paint. More of it ended up on her hands than on the tree, but still, he told her she’d done a good job.

Odhrán Surana is dead now. He died in his daughter’s arms, and she cannot ask him anything else.

Eireann stands beside the vhenadahl, in the gloom of approaching twilight. The smell of new paint cuts sharp through the miasma of destruction and poverty, through the fourteen years since she had helped to paint the tree. She is alone, but for that memory. She doesn’t know how to be anything else. She can’t hold her mother, can’t reach out for comfort, can’t cradle the child resting in her womb, because when she looks at her hands now, all she sees is her father’s blood draining through her fingers.

She places a hand on the bark. It’s still tacky. When she peels her hand away, her palm is patched with paint. So she touches it again, and again, and again, until the tree is scattered with the voids of her handprints, and the vhenadahl’s patterns are ruined, and her palms are streaked red, white and pink. Anything to hide the stains of that memory.

They find her at nightfall, slumped at the foot of the vhenadahl, covered in the evidence of her outburst. Nobody blames her. The tree can be repainted, but her father cannot be returned.