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Celine's faults and Rumi's fears

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first pass on pearl & gem

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A bunch of disasters (affectionate)

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Hey can we be poetic about Grian declaring that a full moon was rising behind Pearl when it was actually a new moon?

Grian is seeing Pearl on red and announcing that she’s at her full power, that she’s prime to kill. But a new moon is when the moon is dark, nearly invisible. Pearl is four lives down already that session and she is frustrated and tired and drained and her bloodlust is coming from frustration at herself and her own incompetence as much as it is frustration at Jimmy for blowing her up.

Grian declares that Pearl is at her brightest and she is fading in front of him. Grian declares that Pearl is ready to kill and Pearl makes herself vanish. She dies invisible. Just like how they found her. Just like how they kept her.

Scarlet Pearl has always been Pearl at her emotional low, at her most isolated. The legend of Scarlet Pearl as a crazed killer was only ever a tool used to keep her alone, to push her further into the mold of crazy that everyone else wanted, to treat her like an attack dog in subsequent series. Scarlet Pearl never really existed the way the other players claim she did.

The moon is not full. The moon is gone.

Did they do this wrong? Should they have protected her?

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i literally dont care what your excuse for using AI is. if you didnt put your own effort into making it im not putting my own effort into interacting with it.

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i want you all to know that today i saw someone with a tuba get into a subaru with the license plate "tubaru"

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six for the truth over solace in lies

my other locked tomb pieces

the ninth house 💀

the third house 💎

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obsessed with how abundant the void corruption in gem's red skin is this time around. the idea of it being connected with her emotional state, because during secret life she was corrupted but her sclera was still normal (beginning of everything, and she will never forget how it changed her); wild life only sees the change of her eye color (relatively peaceful season, at least until the last five minutes). but now? there's guilt and grief and anger and hatred. she has never been in a worst emotional situation like now, her left arm and eye are completely lost to the void, and roses keep growing along her body.

that idea of grief that transforms you into a monster. or how i wear the roses i know you loved to hide the pain i feel on your absence. i will become a living nightmare because i have no dreams to wish for during the night

"i will become a living nightmare because i have no dreams to wish for during the night," straight bars dude..i don't even have anything else to add here, great analysis

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just checked if i could approximate the square root of two. had an initial thought, was like "nah, that feels low let me try this instead". next guess was about the square root of three (i was gonna try that next). initial thought was correct. i haven't had a math class in five years

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Listen I’ve seen some posts about timetravel (and I LOVE timetravel) but all I can think of is how HEARTBREAKING it would be on every level.

Rumi meeting her mom? Sad on at least five different levels. She’s the ghost that haunted Rumi’s life. The woman that she’s heard on the radio; but that’s all she is. Rumi doesn’t know her, has no idea who she is as a real actual person. She’s a complete stranger.

But what gets me about this idea is Rumi meeting Celine. Because this Celine has her fellow Hunters, she hasn’t been forced into the roll of being Rumi’s guardian, she’s probably a wholly different person yet Rumi knows her! Rumi spent her entire childhood in Celine’s home, trained with her, knows her unlike anyone else alive.

And like. Which would hurt more? Meeting your mother who died before you ever got to know her or meetjng the woman who is your mother in everything but name before she lost herself to grief? Because either way Rumi is getting a glimpse of people she never knew.

Plus; I think Rumi is a miniature Celine. How fucked up would it be to see yourself in a younger version of your guardian and see absolutely nothing in the woman who birthed you?

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against the green

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I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! It's rider was named Pearl

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the villies' new skins........

full ver of gem's art that i don't really like bc it's too fkin long

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She was the best of us, killed by the worst of us.

(this is not a post about the watchers please. pleasse. please. please . please)

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“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”

— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)

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GRIAN NAMEMC,,

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lil doodle page with s10 gem :]