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shuann works so well both romantically as well platonically i wish they didnât insert ren in all the fanservice scenes, it feels like character death everytime ren partakes in said perversion immediately after having a heart to heart with ann
In light of jjkâs recent episode, I'm reminded of the Boxer At Rest and how closely it aligns with Toji as an individual. The Boxer At Rest  is a Hellenistic period sculpture of a bruised fighter by Apollonius the Athenian.Â
Ancient Greek Society was dedicated to physical perfection as an extension of the humanism movement. The humanism movement placed human potential and human beings at the center of existence leaving nature to be a background highlighted by creating sculptures they deemed to be of the peak physical form throughout Ancient Greece and highlighting winners or heroes positively ( during the Early and High Classical Period )
This represents the Toji that people see; the perfect physicality that couldâve demolished the Zenin clan years ago. Throughout the audience's encounters with Toji he is nothing less than a force of nature. Our first look at him in movement was him dominating Satoru â a character previously seen to be untouchable in strengthâand Geto. We are even reaffirmed of his insane musculature by Gege with an impressive back shot of Toji. Look at Doryphoros by Polykleitos. The similarity between Toji and the mathematical perfect body is undeniable in the broad shoulders, wide ribcage and large arms.
However, In the newest scene in season three, Toji presents the same weary exhaustion the Boxer at Rest shows. Look at his face; even with no visible bruises the lighting and his facial expression reminds one of the dead; hollow darkened eyes with a cold, desaturated tint to the skin.
The Boxer at Rest like Toji maintains the idealized physique thatâs practiced throughout Greek stylistic art. What makes it so memorable for the Hellenistic art period is its emotional expression , especially its humanization and portrayal of weakness inherited from the Late Classical Greek artstyle. By showing humanity and documenting not a perfect poised winner but a worn out man trying to fight exhaustion which Gege does; showing us the Toji who changed the nature of Satoru Gojo at his absolute peak and then at his worst amidst the Zenin Clan.
renheng body horror is very compelling....
zero's canonical age being 22, that is, revealed through a dossier bearing his own information as a target after he spends 7 years and a major part of the game without an identity and what he ends up finding is not one of his own. Null agent specifying how they, as Mecca's soldiers, had lost their lives long before the war even started, that their past, their lives as children, their parents, their points of origination were all pieces of information lost to time because their employers did not intend to retain what was not necessary. How Zero's inevitable truth is his existence as null's gamma zero, the fake dragon, and the only one who shares this solitude is fifteen. Oh how i NEED the dlc to give me a conclusion for them im sooo sickkkk
what i also find very interesting here is how Zero, despite not having any kind of moral superiority, tends to look down on V. One of the dialogue options for their first interaction in the car is him calling V "subhuman" which is what his psychiatrist ends up calling him when he confronts him about deliberately hiding his past from him. There's a very strong parallel between V and Zero, where Zero sees V as a junkie without a purpose, while V seeks Zero's approval and validation through inhumane means. His earliest interactions with Zero occur because of his own obsession with the dragon. When V confronts Zero's duplicity, and how they are, fundamentally same, junkies who kill people, Zero's response is, in a way, dismissive.
However, when the third null agent asks Zero if he likes the killing, he does not parry her with a response. He does not take a stand for himself when V compares them, because, in a way, even if his own drug consumption and killing can be justified by his role as a veteran from a war project, it does not absolve him of his guilt. This, he knows, still, he manages to uphold a kind of superiority over V and reinforces this over and over again.
There's also this inherent dehumanisation that Mecca's failed projects tend to project onto people around them. This theme of reduction of a person's identity to a mere role, and the aftermath of war is so prevalent in katana zero because everyone who is associated with Zero does not have a name. He refers to the psychiatrist as the 'psychiatrist', the scientist as the 'scientist', fifteen is, well, fifteen, even the little girl who becomes an integral part of his life and a means of absolution for himself does not get the privilege of a name, she too, is a 'little girl.'
Funnily though, the only people we get to have the names for are the ones we are assigned to kill, through dossiers, the people associated with V (how he refers to snow by a name and vice versa thereby establishing a distinction between himself and Zero) and the little plushies the little girl brings to Zero, behemoth and leviathan.
i want to add two more bits to this. Zeroâs earliest attempt at grounding himself is by looking down on V. Itâs easier to dehumanise an addict that carries out relatively meaningless errands than to acknowledge your own similarities with them. To Zero his job entailed a purpose which made him far superior than V. His identity as an asset is redeemed when he kills and fulfils the roles assigned to him, a weapon exists to be wielded, even if its for immoral purposes. The reason heâs unable to insist upon his purpose and find higher ground in front of the mecca solider much later is because he saw himself on equal footing with her. Theyâre both assets to an organisation that strips them off any humane identity, even his pain isnât his own so how can his beliefs be.

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gyjo is such a tender ship to write for it feels a bit too cruel to inflict anything bad upon them, theyâre justâŚ
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brick from a buried 17-1800s wall we found at work :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82159356
Title: make believe
Pairing: Lycaon/Hugo
Rating: E
Summary: Hugo had let his guard down around Lycaon, utterly and completely. That was his first mistake.
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freshly reconciled lycahugo post bury your tears accompanying belle in one of phaethonâs inter knot assigned missions together and Hugo intentionally slipping in a sly remark once every while to tease lycaon as they make their way across the obscure hollow with eous nestled snugly on Lycaonâs arm. The budding tension is natural, expected yet intense, so much so that even Belle has to force herself to focus from where sheâs hunched over behind the hddâs glowing screen.
Lycaon feigns normality. He huffs and grunts and occasionally drops a glare in response to Hugoâs incessant taunting. Except when theyâre ambushed by foes and Eous tumbles out of Lycaonâs grasp and lands face first on the solid ground. Its a pointless battle and belle wants to avoid combat of any kind, so she rushes to find a way to the nearest fissure. Once theyâre out, Lycaon remarks, with a low, sincere voice, âYour reputation precedes you Proxy, you saved our necks,â and Hugo grins in agreement, Belle smiles, through Eous, thanks him for the compliment. Its professional, polite, so Lycaon-like, earnest even, it nothing worth making note of except when theyâre cornered only a minute later and Hugo swings his scythe out and rips through a hoard of deformed ethereals, he turns on his heel, faster than expected, over to Lycaon, slips his scythe back into its case, and says innocently, âNo praise for me, Lycaon?â
Ideally Lycaon shouldâve sighed and kept moving, finished the job and keep the momentum up for the rest of the day. Ideally, he shouldâve let the comment slip past, make nothing of it, its Hugo after all. But he pauses uncharacteristically, turns to Hugo with pursued lips, jaw clenched tight and furrowed brows. Hugo doesnât notice, already making his way ahead into the hollow with eous skipping alongside him. And Lycaon has to force his feet into motion, mechanically push himself forward to match their pace.
The third time they fight, its a brutal and bloody thing. Thereâs no place to escape and way too many foes cornering them all at once. Hugo takes the initiative to clean up the larger masses, propels himself along his weapon, waltzes between bodies, clears out the area with as much precision as he can. When theyâre done, Eous crawls through a gap to retrieve the items they came for. Simultaneously, Lycaon steps forward, places a gentle hand on the small of Hugoâs back, his claws are curled inwards, they catch onto a frayed thread of Hugoâs shirt, he feels the weight when the base of his palm presses down on his back.
âYou did well,â He whispers leaning into him, and its a slow reverent thing.
Hugoâs not sure where this comes from. But its so earnest, gentle, tender in a way a confession is, that it completely catches him off guard. He flares hot red and steps back, watches Lycaon blink in confusion. Heâs embarrassed too, he can tell by the way his ears press down against his head, and Hugo wants to incentivise on that embarrassment, double down and say something to fluster him perhaps, but when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out and he has to run an angry hand through his hair to calm his beating heart down.
When Eous pops back out of the tunnel-like structure, papers clutched to its chest, Belleâs not sure if sheâs walked in on something she was not supposed to be seeing.
I really love the new update aaa, hope I have the time to draw more fanart soon of the other characters too :'>

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Hello i wanted to say i love your pocket sized thoughts on lycahugo.... I could listen to them and get gutpunched over and over all day. Thank you for sharing them <3
!!!?!?!?!!?!?! hello!?! i adoreeee your work on lyhg omg, your fics kept me sane as i read them over and over past couple of months, i can probably recite them word for word atp, so this is like massive coming from you. Lets decompose over lycahugo all day together <///33
overbearing pathetic dog lycaon post bury your tears with your past mission having all his thoughts be plagued by hugo. It gets worse when Hugo starts dropping into Victoria Housekeepingâs building every now and then, not often enough for himself to be considered a regular, but just enough for Lycaon to keep an additional set of cups and saucers next to his own. For Rina and Ellen to notice that his window is always ajar and door shut tight, that his gaze wanders to the windowsill ever so often. Even at a gathering between the staff, heâs shifting to keep a spot open for Hugo. When Corin asks him shyly one evening why heâs up way past his usual bedtime, heâs so flustered that even butler, alongside Rina and Ellen, pauses midstep to witness Lycaon fumble over his words before coughing awkwardly into his hand and stringing together a barely cohesive excuse and turning the lights in his office off, yet keeping the window ajar.
They pretend they donât notice him wake up ten minutes too late, a bit ruffled and on the edge, chatty even still with long strands of golden hair clinging to his own fur, like tinsel of sorts. It really is best to let sir Lycaon relive his glory days without the humiliation of being seen.