his mama was a friend of mine / and this boy was a muse's son / on the railroad line on the road to hell / you might say the boy was touched / 'cause he was touched by the gods themselves!
give it up for Orpheus!
[Image Descriptions:
Image 1: A digital drawing of Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, cradling a very young baby, swaddled in a piece of black, starry fabric. Around them swirls the cosmos, colorful stars in the deep black void. Dream is a very pale white man (/anthropomorphic personification) with jet black, short-ish hair. He is slightly hunched over and looking down at the baby with a vulnerable, almost star-struck expression. He is shirtless, the painting cutting off above his hip. Dream has both arms securely around the baby, one hand supporting their head, the other their legs. The baby is light-skinned with short, brown hair, and is looking back up at him, one arm slightly outstretched toward him.
A golden-yellow glow hits Dream's hair, face, chest, and arms, making it seem like it is radiating from the baby he is holding. The baby themself is not glowing.
Dream (but not the baby) is stylized heavily and messily with very colorful brushstrokes, shadows in dark blue, purple, magenta and the occasional turquoise; highlights in cyan, pink, white, and the occasional yellow.
A quote from Chapter 8 of Brief Lives is arranged around the two. Above Dream's head, it reads: "I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. They're always / flaring up and / caving in and / going out." Next to his head, it reads "But from here," and then wrapping around the baby's head: "I can pretend." The words continue running down Dream's back: "That things last." The following sentence, placed below Dream's arms reads: "I can pretend / that lives last longer than / moments."
The full text reads: "I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. They're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here I can pretend. That things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments."
Images 2 and 3 are two close-ups of Dream's expression, and the baby in his arms.
Image 4 is a version of the artwork without the text.
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Every once in a while i get completely consumed by sailor moon like its a fucking nen demon lurking behind me and I try not to make it everyone else's problem but i am failing at that spectacularly this week.
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IT’S DONE. IT’S DONE DAMN IT. [DISTRESSED KAZOO] Shaking, crying, swearing about my feelings, etc, etc.
you are my ddaaadd, you’re my dad!! boogie woogie woogie woogie!!! don’t look at me i’m trying to cope
I’m sorry it’s 2am I’m SO emotionally compromised I love him I love this man why agent hurt so good (beloved, don’t change), anyway, appreciation post for the two (2) whole authority figures in his entire life Tyr ever marginally respected and extra props to them for pulling off ‘major respect’ status (okay, the bar was LOW maybe but. still. its not just bc of that that they cleared by such a margin) and also I’m taking massive persistent damage don’t TALK to me about IA/Watcher Two I’m FINE i’m tOTALLY FIne and. there’s something in my eyes. It’s fine it’s fine everything is fine.
also i didn’t catch it because i was too busy LAUGHING but i brought kaliyo this time and heR COMMENT AFTER HE TALKS TO ARDUN Klnfla;dsnflkasdnflk;sadnfl “if you two are done making out” kALIYO PLEASE I love these dumb bitches so much your honor, the IA crew is just a collective train wreck they’re all doing the action slide gun pose together that’s the collective team brain cell somewhere between james bond theme and pink panther
[inhales] anyway if you haven’t played imperial agent and you’re following me i am propaganda’ing you into experiencing my absolutely unbiasedly favorite swtor class [i’m biased. but it’s also really good.]
send tweet and all that jazz
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