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The gentleman of Lethe

happy hell bent eve to those that celebrate

His monstrous queen, her gentleman demon

full disclosure i hope jean does his time on his pro team so he can pay off the moriyamas and when he retires i hope he never goes near exy again. i hope he doesn't become a coach or a manager or anything i hope he leaves it entirely i hope he never goes to the olympics i hope he lives somewhere in california and maybe he becomes a florist or something but i hope he does something that's his for once. i hope he gets a chance to live a different part of his life that isn't tied to anything or anyone else i hope he gets to grow old and smile so much he gets laugh lines and i hope jean dies with the knowledge that while he gave his all to exy as a teenager, as an adult, it did not take his life from him it did not take away his world. he did not endure he survived. i hope he lives something that isn't exy that isn't blood and pain and loss. i hope jean moreau gets to live.

the song of achilles — madeline miller

night shift — stephen king

euripedes — anne carson

circe — madeline miller

a conjuring of light — v.e. schwab

west wind — mary oliver

the song of achilles — madeline miller

the fragile threads of power — v.e. schwab

Mystery Inc. meet Holmes and Watson!

I am having a lot of fun with this Victorian Scooby Doo au!!

Strolling towards a case🍂🍁

Another practice/pose study of the 1984 series with an autumn vibe as it is summerween.

I don't remember the episode because I forgot to organize my screenshots for practice, but this is one of the beginning scenes where Holmes forgot his cane. Thankfully Dr. Watson is there for the rescue by lending his arm.

i took a shot (pun intended) at imagining Taniel while i was doing an art study and didnt really know where it'll go but i think id like to imagine this as Taniel a month or so before the Fatrastan Revolution, with his unkempt hair, and his messy uniform

oh 12.65 litres of blood clinging to the outside of my body, we're really in it now

imagine being kevin day, son of exy, born and bred to be a cog in the well-oiled machine that is the edgar allan ravens. all you know being the routine of practice and practice and practice and performance and victory alongside those you call brothers.

-and then one day you wake up in your estranged father's apartment between a bottle of painkillers and a bottle of vodka and there is a knot of bandages where your future used to be. you don't wake up at 4am anymore. you sleep until noon and vomit the remainders of life as you knew it into unfamiliar toilets. you watch orange and white clash against each other from sidelines you haven't touched since you started growing facial hair.

your brother doesn't ask you to come home. you would come if he asked. the days are longer here and the food is too rich. the colors are too harsh, the language barrier is too much. you speak and no one understands.

they feel sorry for you, but not for what you have lost, instead for what you have suffered. you try to show them what belonging means, to sever parts of yourself to fit inside a uniform, but they don't understand the necessity of the blade the way your brothers did. they don't understand that suffering feels religious if you do it right.

the therapist tells you it's survivor's guilt but the only survivors you can see are on the court in black and red and they read your eulogy after the game at a press conference. you are not a survivor in any way that matters anymore. how treacherous your heart is for continuing to beat when you can't even hold your lifeline in your hand without dropping it.

you want to go home but your key doesn't open the same door anymore. you want to sit beside your brother but there is no space on his side of the table. you want to be a raven but you are a fox.

you grieve for connection until there is a knife where your neck guard used to sit. you grieve for your life until a boy offers to show you how it feels to survive. you offer to show him how it feels to live. he tells you he won't sever parts of himself to fit the uniform, but there are telltale bloodstains in the fabric from long before you asked.

you wake up at 4am again. you take turns vomiting in the toilet, you when the alcohol level dips too low and him when his smile runs out. he doesn't speak your language but he understands it. he keeps the car running when you visit the therapist. he keeps an eye on your back to watch the 02 on your jersey turn orange. the colors don't seem as harsh anymore.

he offers you safety. he offers you belonging. he offers you the only thing he knows how to give, the only thing you know how to take.

he offers you a lifeline. you pick it up with your right hand.

Kevin Day isn't actually a coward, Neil and Andrew just have very different ideas of what it means to be brave. Kevin is a survivor. He spent most of his formative years walking a middle ground of being useful but not so much that he showed riko up. He had every reason to be afraid of riko. He was the only one that truly understood what riko was capable of aside from Jean. Neil and Andrew are fighters, they are all or nothing types, they don't understand how someone could walk a middle ground just for something that resembles safety when they fought so hard to not give in to threats until it threatened someone they care about and almost killed themselves in the process. Kevin didn't even know he was ALLOWED to fight back because that was never an option. Leaving the only life he's ever known was so much braver than anyone gives him credit for. It isn't until he has something to fight for and is given permission (not just by the moriyama's and Neil but by himself) to be his own person for the first time that he is able to defy his abusers.

It's not cowardly to do what you can to stay safe. Not everyone has Andrew and Neil's blatant disregard for their own personal safety. Being afraid of pain and death is perfectly reasonable.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

with great power… comes great need to take a nap

oh, kevin day. i’m sorry they don’t think your trauma was enough because it wasn’t always physical. i’m sorry they mistake your latching onto exy as anything other than a means to keep surviving, and now you can’t unlearn it. i’m sorry you never learned to love something without strings being attached. i’m sorry you have to blame yourself for things that were out of your control. i’m sorry they see your ability to talk to the press as anything other than trained — as necessary — as cruel. i’m sorry you never got to have a father, even when you found him. i’m sorry your narrative has always been haunted by your mother

can you draw some more kevins…. i love your art!!

ofc!! this are some stuff I did at school hope u like it <333 also thank uuuu 😔🫶

Reverse Mother Mary Lady Jessica character of all time I fear. She’s an orphan made to be the armless mother-vessel to a mother-vessel, she defies her order for the first person she’s ever loved. She’s afraid of Paul’s visions, she walks him straight to them, she saves him from the desert, she takes the water because she can’t die and leave him alone (how forced was her hand?) but Leto is gone (Leto didn’t believe in revenge) so she stands on his grave and strangles the life out of their son. Here is her sword hand, long live the Messiah.

another thing I dislike is how everyone talks about kevins exy obsession throughout the series.

it's always mocked or used to just take a dig at him yet they don't try to understand where the deep rooted obsession has come from.

kevin is obsessed with exy for the same reason neil is. it is all kevin has (or had).

kevin was praised, for his exy. kevin was noticed, for his exy. kevin is alive, for his exy. kevin is connected to his mother, through exy.

exy is the only safe thing in his life apparent from alcohol that hasn't hurt him or caused him fear.

when he plays, he's free. he's safe under the light of the court. he has a true propose when he has that exy stick in his hand.

it gives him a reason to try. gives him a reason to prove himself.

of course, he's obsessed with it! it's his only real security blanket!

🐕🐕🐕💞

kevin “my brother is the worst man alive and I am his favourite” day

Kevin Day is such a tragic character because he devoted his life to a sport, was seen as a prodigy and gifted exy player but was betrayed by the person he saw as his family, his brother and then became a anxious wreck and an alcoholic, just to be told he could never play again because his brother shattered his dominant hand.

i realized that my last doodle was my first kevin drawing and i actually really! did not like how i drew him. so here! A very rough idea of what i picture

in summer, freckles maybe.

maybe Paul just listens to the genies in the desert, like Stilgar warned him. maybe his desire to find guidance from the dead ones leads him to the voices of the secret, the unspoken of the desert. the desert is old, it was there before Bene Gesserit and before Paul. maybe the voice which talked to him was an echo of the dead Empire, and he's seen them rising and falling like the tide. and in the eternity life is just a grain of sand.

or maybe Paul was raised by loving mother and father, and they have taught him well that the knowledge and the power comes naturally to those who's willing to learn, to take and to rule. being the Chosen, being the Kwisatz Haderach is not a burden. being the false god is, but by the time Paul listens the desert and desert is ruthless, desert has sharp teeth and has no mercy for the weak.

and the Emperor sees the one who walked the way of the sand worm, and the man is not weak. the man who chose to ignore he is mortal. who is less than a god, more than a man, but the desert knows he is just a grain of sand, nothing more

Lead them to paradise.

There is no measuring Muad'Dib's motives by ordinary standards. In the moment of his triumph, he saw the death prepared for him, yet he accepted the treachery. Can you say he did this out of a sense of justice? Whose justice, then? Remember, we speak now of the Muad'Dib who ordered battle drums made from his enemies' skins, the Muad'Dib who denied the conventions of his ducal past with a wave of the hand, saying merely: 'I am the Kwisatz Haderach. That is reason enough.”

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET AS PAUL MUAD'DIB ATREIDES

how are we doing kevin nation

“jamie. my heart. my parabatai.” always gets me

See, I love the chapter in Rhythm of War where Adolin drags Kaladin to the tavern but promises him that he won't make him talk. The narration makes a big deal out of the fact that Adolin "outsmarted" Kaladin when getting him to give a treatment plan for Shallan, but Adolin actually outsmarted Kaladin a moment before that, too. Adolin said he wouldn't make Kaladin talk, and he doesn't, but he DOES let an awkward silence hang, which Kaladin eventually fills. The funniest thing about that is that, just a few chapters before and narratively only a few hours before, Dalinar tried the same tactic on him, and Kaladin didn't fall for it, which the narration comments on. But he totally fell for the same trick when Adolin tries it and Kaladin doesn't even notice!

Tartarus boys and the Cocoa Puffs

I wanted to put my own twist on these two in a modern world :D

( I found some nice autumn outfits on Pinterest and needed someone to draw them in )