#-inhales deeply-

[arealtrashact]

Howww do you capture a person's likeness so well even when drawing them as a furry?? It blows my mind every time

You'd be surprised how far a person's most striking features + most recognizable outfit can get you.

[zivazivc]

All my queens so far ❤ or at least all of the ones I have designs for

bonus drawing from a long time ago of another babygirl who will never exist as long as I'm sane:

[rockwgooglyeyes]

In and of itself, Nowhere is the prophecy that Ivan has written for himself, one of self destruction. Fitting for one of the most tragic characters in this show, the one whose love was requited but who never let it be anything due to his own stubbornness and blindness. Not only that but the way that he thinks of himself, as a monster who only serves to hurt those who he loves, is something that proves not to be true, necessarily, but it proves to be true through Ivan's twisted worldview as he hurt Sua by making fun of her sacrifice and he hurt Till by kissing him at the worst possible time. This song, Ivan's first solo since Black Sorrow, echoes that in being another self-fulfilling prophecy of Ivan's, another lie that he told himself so many times that he made it come true.

The repetition of musical elements such as the lifting scale of chimes, the swing of the instrumentals, the snare and percussion being pretty much the same every time only adding to the sensation of mounting foreboding up and up, a rising action that continues to rise but never truly reaches a climax, no culmination, no conclusion until death. My friend Zen (@verdantlights) called it eerie, and I agree. The way that the song all comes together, it feels like a tragedy unfolding in front of you, over and over, one that you know will happen and yet you can do nothing to prevent. It's almost like the "tainted history" that Ivan talks of, the repetition of events again and again over time, the way that history seems to be cyclical and we, as humans, never seem to truly learn.

In certain ways, the song is about the way that the perceived reality of the world and the world's actual reality are very, very different things. Considering the line about "a stiff dream dyed in rose-colored hues" that slowly changed to a dream dyed purple, to a dream dyed black, it is the way that when we are children we are able to hope for a better future than the one we think will actually come and how as we age, we are traumatized by the world to the point where we can no longer hope for anything better. Becoming someone who dismisses hope because you've tried hoping before and you only ended up with a kick in the gut and a punch in the face, well, that's a trauma response. We are all slowly traumatized over time into believing that the world can't get better, our rose-colored dreams becoming purple until they finally fade to black, blotted out by the corruption of memory, those times when we dared to dream and we were shot down from out of the sky, our wax wings not even given the chance to melt. We are beaten down by life, over and over again, until we are simply forced to go through the routine that society demands of us and say that we are content (wake up, wake up to the usual routine & wake up, wake up to this beautiful life, is it for real?).

The worst part is that Ivan knows better (a dustlike existence can't open its eyes to look. I close my eyes). The whole reason why Ivan admires Till so much in the first place is his willingness to fight, his hope for a future without slavery for humans, his unadulterated and true love. Ivan knows what hope feels like and he knows that he just can muster it anymore, too exhausted to be anything other than apathetic (the wounds that kept reopening just became numb), but he can still love Till's vivacity and drive for change. Ivan views himself as something dirty, something broken that only serves to break others. He thinks that he's a monster who can only do the people he loves harm, and to a degree, that's true, his belief a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Ultimately though, Ivan is an immensely unreliable narrator, someone so biased against himself and towards literally anyone else but someone who is so stubborn that he is unwilling to believe anyone else's opinions on him because they have never met his "true self" only the mask that he wears that he ends up digging a deeper and deeper hole. He thinks of his story as one that's already written, the repetition of the line "this always happens to me" echoing that, especially with the way that eventually that song ends with it repeated again, "yeah, it's always like that, this always happens to me." Ivan isn't trying to fight it because his dream has long since been stained black, despite the fact that he knows that he could break out of this cycle of despair. He knows this prophecy that he is submitting to is one that he wrote himself and yet, where he stands right now? He has no will to change it.

note: My friend Ish (@chevalperd) screenshotted @/ivantill7089 (on twitter)'s english translation of this song for me, which is what I am referencing for the lyrics! I love you Ish thank you again so much :3

[kibby-reaper]

elbie is... a frail victorian child

- mod kibby

[aleksanderscult]

Okay but can we stop talking about the Darkling like his words and beliefs didn't make any goddamn sense??

He was spitting truth after truth but we have that freaking narrative that painted his words either as "evil" (and therefore wrong and crazy) or as lies.

[goodomensao3tagoftheday]

[z34l0t]

[triplefanged]

ALSO while im here before i forget. WOE. STAMPEDE RAZLO BE UPON YE.

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

I hear "the only thing a god's ever given me is a cold shoulder," and I think of Wyll Ravenguard, seventeen years old, young and hopeful, in whose care his father, his hero, the greatest man he knows, has left the entire city of Baldur's Gate to, being faced with imminent destruction and death beyond anything he's ever known, and praying, desperately, with everything he has, to the gods- the ones who were meant to be good and kind and care about the lives of tens of thousands of innocent people- and having the only response be a devil, and she wants his soul.

[rainebowevee]

😤

[maladaptivedaydreamerlala]

AFTG is set in the 2000s I just know the monsters were dancing to Kesha in the club

[soulshards]

Viera April 2025 #12 Embrace

In your warmth. ft @midnightmagicks

Prompt Lists ∙ ∙ ∙

[akai-anna]

Hello there, dear @itsokaytomakemosstakes!

I was your assigned gift maker for the @dcmk-exchange event!

Ever since you shared your lovely mugs with me, the thought that Ran would get them as a matching kitty set for herself and Conan, wouldn't leave me alone. So I decided to embrace the idea; for both the headcanon and the personal touch.

Originally I planned something more silly, but the soothing vibes of my first sketch were just so lovely, I went with this instead (especially since I thought you might appreciate a bit of peace).

I hope you'll like this, and I really have enjoyed chatting with you, Moss!

[ddejavvu]

As a gift to me for international women’s day Hayden Christensen should come over and let me be his controversially young hookup

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I think the pervasiveness of sandalwood as a thing dudes smell like in fics is so funny. How do you all know what that smells like and that a dude would smell like it. I couldn't pick that scent out of a lineup

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

I really like Vaultknight. I also really like Vaultghoul. oh, and Daximus. I like them too. god, I just have so much fun, all of the time.