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CHAVVOT// The Baby in Machiko's tummy

  1. Did Machiko’s baby have a soul?

  2. Was her kid sent to the void with her? 

  3. At which point during a pregnancy does a reincarnated soul (those assigned to the ‘Souls To Be Reborn’ Lift like Takashi) begin to inhabit an unborn child?

(Not forgetting my OTP from just a single episode Shigeru&Mai in Ep3 that are the definition of true soulmates, who after reincarnation are DESTINED TO FIND EACH OTHER IN THEIR NEXT LIFE & GET MARRIED & HAVE GROOVY ASS KIDS & GRANDKIDS. )

Moving on to Nona’s book 'CHAVVOT' 
(after consulting Google) it was published in 1699 & deals with matters surrounding Judaism. 

Before delving into it though, a few questions about SOULS have to be explored

A Soul’s Origins

  • Some religions believe that a soul is newly created within a developing baby
    //While others think the soul is pre-existing (AKA reincarnated) & added at a particular stage of development. 
    Reincarnation is obvs in play in Death Parade. 
  • But seeing that the World’s population has grown by 5 freaking billion in the last 80 years or so, new souls better be created faster than free pizzas would disappear in a stampede of starved humans in a zombie apocalypse. 
  • But like what the hell are souls made out of anyway? Are there angels in baking class with God as the teacher who instructs them in the creation of souls?

  • Like imagine Him saying 
    "Create a soul just as you would a cookie. There are many different ways to partake in this almighty quest. Dump as much shit as you please to create a unique entity we call a soul. 
    If your day has been displeasing then you might add 5% socializing-skills as opposed to the usual 30%, but if you’re feeling peachy, you could mix in 55% badassery instead of just 15%. 
    Off along now. But remember my dear angels, vary these creations… as this world of which I am overseeing should be as diverse as possible!”

    *somewhere in a distance*
    Angel no.2377 “well giving 2% emotional-stability to this shit”


Anw next up…

The Moment of Ensoulment

  • Ensoulment is the moment at which a human being gains a soul. (the basis of Qn3 up top) 
  • Some say it happens in the phase of conception. Others believe it occurs when the child takes the first breath after being born. There are many variances in the derived answers.

Ok time to return to CHAVVOT
Because Chavvot deals with abortion & ensoulment & discusses whether the sin of murder is involved if the fetus were to be aborted. Which perhaps explains why there are 2 kids on the front cover? 

Chavvot points out that
"various stages of pregnancy are usually invoked in this discussion.
Such as the passage of 40 days signifying that the fetus is more than "mere water"/or the completion of three months (the first trimester) when the fetus is sensed/ or later on when fetal movement is detected.”

Basically, the question of when a soul enters a human being is brought into focus.

And I guess to relate this to Death Parade…
What would happen to the souls of fetuses who have passed on, be it through an unfortunate miscarriage or abortion? What of those of babies? Or of little children who are incapable of fully understanding the consequences and merits of their actions? Do they have to participate in similar games at Quindecim?
How are their souls judged to determine if they end up in Hell, the Mysterious Void, Heaven or Reincarnation? 

Could Decim be one of the unborn fetuses? 

Or Onna? Since Nona (Am I the only bloody one who gets their names confused? Like Nona Onna Nona Onna? It’s just the first 2 letters being flipped!!!!) Anyway… since Nona said Onna is nameless? 

I highly doubt so since they’re adults and all. I’m curious as butts to know how one becomes an arbiter though!!! (maybe they’re made in the soul bakery haha) Papa & Mama of Decim where are you? Put your hands up! & let me kiss the living hell outta ya. 

CHAVVOT’S 2ND MEANING

Chavvot Yair/Jair also refers to Villages or Dwellings of Jair.
It’s metaphysical meanings are 
-lives of ENLIGHTENMENT;
-places of light (could be why Nona’s floor is the only freakishly bright spot we’ve seen);
-habitations of happiness & so on you get the gist. 

In Buddhismenlightenment is when a person discovers the truth about life and ceases to be reborn/reincarnated. Is that you Nona? 

P.S. there are too many variations in the spelling of Chavvot and Yair

P.P.S. Decim your attempt at joking is too ambitious for the awkward goof nugget that you are. But you’re still a cute spaghetti :3

The long-awaited to sequel to “How Do Watercolors Work?”: “How Does Gouache Work?: The Struggle Continues.”

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And I’m leaving you today with Death Parade’s opening! I’m madly in love with this series, the characters, the animation, everything, it’s just PERFECT! 

Gonna go and dance to this now, bye folks!

The Evolution of Velma

Time for another one of these posts, and this one is a doozy. Velma’s character has done a complete 180 while also not changing at all. But for that to be fully grasped, perhaps I should just show her to you. First of all, her name used to be Russell Bachmeier, and she looked like, well, this. 

(Some very, very old art I did years ago. Don’t look directly at it.)

But actually, we need to go back even farther than this. Russell started out as a character named Joshua who was a journalist in a fictional, magical city covering a story on some happenings in their spirit world. He was a side character, but soon after I decided I didn’t like the world and the plot I had created, he had his named changed to Russell and was moved into the position of main character. Which he wasn’t happy about, but it worked quite well for what I was doing. 

So, the plot changed. Instead of a fictional city, I stuck them in NYC. For a while there were angels and demons in the story until I decided that didn’t really work, so they all became normal humans, and the “fantastic” element of the story came from the fact that something quite shady was going on in a search for immortality. Russell stayed a journalist—a shy, quiet, overworked journalist who lived on coffee, never slept and was always slumped over his typewriter. 

(As you can see, his hair got darker, but that’s about it. This is my the infinitely more talented jellyfishink.) 

He had terrible luck. He was bad at most things, besides, writing, journalism and firing a gun. His best friend, who has gone through pretty much all of these changes with him, was a girl named Phoebe who had a thing for engineering and explosives. Her name later changed to Maxine, and later on, Nona, though so far as I’ve decided, she still goes by Max. 

(More old art by jellyfishink~) 

She’s another character I quite adore, so she can have her own post later. Anyway, I worked out the characters’ ages and set the story in the 1920s because it’s one of my favorite time periods to read and learn about, along with my complete adoration of the music and the fashion. But I got stuck on the story. I adored the characters and I loved my setting, but I couldn’t get a handle on the plot. Frustrated, I abandoned it and hoped I would either be able to fix it later, or that I’d be able to come up with something better. But I didn’t stop playing with the characters. In fact, I kept changing them. 

You see, I was playing with Russell and quite a few other characters while going through the crisis I’ve talked about in a number of my other posts. Why were all my characters white? And, in the case of this story, it really was almost all of them. I can remember one of the more central characters, who I think was going by Madeline towards the end of things (before the whole mess that was me trying to remake this world—it did not end well) who was there to support the rest of the cast, and not much else. She pretty much functioned as a sacrificial lamb. Only towards the end of working on things was I telling myself I’d deal with the racism of the era head on and give her more agency, but by then I had lost the plot, and couldn’t do anything with it anymore. 

So I looked at the characters, and I wondered. And I thought about how much more interesting it would be if Russell was a female journalist in the 1920s. So for a while, she was. And then I thought about how interesting it would be for Russell, now Velma, to be a black female journalist in the 1920s, writing for one of many black newspapers. Photos like these were pretty inspirational: 

(I mean look at them oh my god. Found here, and there are more. <3) 

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