Ruby, Weiss and Blake all sharemoon imagery, while Yang is associated to the sun. This is an interesting choice because this sun/moon motif is mostly used in the series to convey complementarity. So, it would have made sense to have 2 characters linked to the sun and 2 to the moon.
However, this is not the case and this may have to do with ships, as @hamliet touches on here.
That said, this quick post is really not about romantic couples, but rather how this celestial imagery is used in different ways when it comes to our 4 protagonists and how it comments their arcs.
Yang is the only sun character among the girls and this is immediately used to contrast her with Ruby:
The yellow trailer ends with the reveal that Ruby and Yang are related and this frame strengthens theis moon/sun symbolism, which was already shown in their respective fights.
At the same time, Yang’s sun motif makes her complementary to Blake with her shadowsymbolism:
I would not be surprised if Yang’s sun motif illustrates her journey from Ruby’s big sister always ready to protect her to Blake’s partner that protects and is protected:
In order for it to work, though, Blake herself must grow into her own person. From a fragmented moon tainted in red(Adam):
Througha golden twilight(Yang):
To a moon that can be full even if broken:
Speaking of a cracked moon:
Weiss’s moon rises and reveals its imperfectionand its charm together with our scarred mirror queen:
Weiss’s moon is woundedandfragmented:
But also asymmetricalandbeautiful:
Its fragments are the pieces Jacques splits his daughter in, but also the mirror Weiss shatters to free herself:
I’m shattering the mirror that kept me split in pieces That stood between my mind and my heart This is where I’ll start
Finally, we have Ruby, who starts as full:
Only to slowly reveal the wounds behind her unbroken side. A kid that scattersin an attempt to help others:
And there it is! One burning sun and three broken moons all going through a journey to be wholedespite the hurt. Despite them only being remnants.
Iroh shook his head. “there is only one option.” Zuko could feel the sweat drops glide down his back, despite feeling icy cold; they couldn’t just ship him off to the South pole without any objections, right? “U-uncle…” Iroh shook his head, defeat written in his features. “I am sorry, nephew, I have tried to negotiate otherwise. I’m afraid I have no other choice. You will be married to the daughter of the Southern Water Tribe Chief.”
Katara shook her head slowly, trying to comprehend her dream- vision? “I had a really strange dream-” “I know, I had it too, I was there,” Aang explained, eyes wide. “I saw the spirits, Katara. They were talking to you, and you were crying. Yue was there, holding your hands.” Katara felt the hairs on her neck rise. “So it wasn’t a normal dream?” Aang shook his head. Ï don’t think so. What were the spirits saying that got you so upset?“ Katara gulped and stared into the soft glow of the smoldering logs. Softly she recited: "Unify water and water. Bring balance. You are the key. Yue said I have my part to play.”
The ramp lowered, and Iroh and Zuko stepped off the ramp onto the snowy pier. He looked at the people clustered at the beginning of the pier; a stocky, older man, flanked by a lankier young man and a fierce looking young woman. His fiancee, no doubt. She had piercing blue eyes; for some reason they looked hauntingly familiar. Like the blue sky over ember island, he thought.
Finally !!! very late, but here is my finished piece for “Arranged marriage” with some snippets of scenes that I have written for my SWT ZK AU as proof I’m still working on that
Summary: You don’t ever want to be the main character. In your town, that’s deadly. Someone has to warn the new kid.
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Someone has got to tell the new kid in town the Rules.
“Hey,” you say.
The new kid looks up at you. He’s sitting at his desk in the back corner of the classroom, right next to the windows. It’s a chilly day, but he’s got the window open so that the breeze ruffles his curly, black hair. “What’s up? Fern, right?”
“Don’tcall me by my name,” you snarl. Then, realizing what you’ve done, you look over your shoulder. The other teenagers are still looped around the teacher’s desk, trying to get Ms. Slauson to move the test date so they could organize a welcome part for the new kid. “I need to talk to you. Privately.”
The new kid leans back in his chair and studies you. You know what he sees – a completely average high school girl in jeans, a sweatshirt, and a ponytail. There’s nothing remarkable about you. He tilts his head. “You don’t look like a bully.”
You frown. “I’m not.”
“You’re being awfully threatening,” he says in a drawl.
The accent is going to be a problem. It’s southern and sounds really cool. Honestly, it might be too late for him already.
But you still have to try.
“Meet me on the rooftop—no!” You press the heel of one hand against your eye. Fight it, you tell yourself. Fight it! “Meet me at the supermarket on Western Street. The dairy aisle. After school.”
“Okay…?”
You spin on your heel, head throbbing. Meeting on the rooftop is against the rules. You glance up at the ceiling uneasily. You’re not usually affected by the compulsion so badly. Are you being targeted?
If you were smart, you wouldn’t show up to the meeting. You’d just let the guy get sucked into the madness on his own.
i am tempted to make a wiz calendar… as in 12 scenes from the spiral to slap onto a calendar. god knows it’d take me until 2023 to paint 12 landscapes anyway
“Charles McGill? My boss wants to speak to you.” “Indeed. I need some… legal advice.” “I’m sorry– I’m not Charles, I’m his brother. Charles passed away earlier this year, when that distillery fire spread to–” “Let me light that for you. What do you know about that fire?”
One of my more complex embroidery pieces, though not my best, now on my denim jacket
[ID: Visible embroidery done over a tear in a gray denim jacket. It’s filled with colorful rainbow patches and has railroad track cutting across it. The words “The Bifrost Incident” are stitched below the rip. End ID]
