#reverse 1999 Kakania

[korablick2]

Kakania 🦜

[titaniumions]

... you're not here, are you?

[sadscruffy]

[crumschipp]

My secret santa gifts for @tfh-arts! Made me enjoy each character even more actually

also this is from a @r1999secretsanta event, glad to have joined!! <3

[cachamcom]

🚬

[pirrupitpu]

[behind the scenes Isolde]

In her newest performance costume, Isolde enjoys a quiet tea with Miss Kakania.

(This is for the reverse 1999 fanart contest 😭✌️)

[stari-hun]

The last panel of each strip for their Arcanist in a Nutshell comics? Isolde seeing Kakania in the vulnerable moments in her Small Room, and Kakania (an aspiring psychiatrist) seeing Isolde (her last patient and the one who changed everything) during work. Both in front of a mirror, Kakania in clear and content weather as Isolde basks in light. (They both hope for the others presence in a way. Isolde wants to be with Kakania again who she sees as light, and Kakania wants clear weather with NO more rain and content skies with Isolde.) Kakania’s table has lost its light, but it’s completely straight. While Isolde’s table is full of life, but her table is tilted (Notice how when you put them together, Kakania is covering up the way it’s tilted). Tea party etiquette dictates that the pot’s spout is pointed towards the person who last poured the tea. Each of their tables are prepared for a guest.

[mrliverboy]

Isokania wip......... oh how i love isokania.......

[juthemagicalclown]

[mbiwald]

The storm of 1914

[marlowes-posts]

anyway,,, work in progress!!!

might change up the background, I don't like it... any ideas?

[titaniumions]

with 1.9 ending and 2.0 just around the corner ... hey

[korablick2]

lil Isokania drawing with Momo's designs!

I will draw them even more, just you wait

[jestyaaaaaaaaaa]

Yuri matching pose

[cheemken]

The reverse art style is so pretty and I wanted to try it out so hey why not try to draw my faves as practice

Some close ups too why not

[jeeliebeeliegoomiebear]

On Isolde and Many Doors (and One Key)

Thinking about Isolde and how she feels like she is constantly trapped in a small cramped room full of 1 million doors. Each door represents a presence that haunts her, an identity that lives inside her that calls to her from beyond the grave, a new mask to dawn.

If every person in the world were to have a room, most would have just one door, their own. But not Isolde.

Isolde feels like an empty vessel who is only there to serve as a point of entry for other people and their spirits. She has been forced to become so repressed by her environment, upbringing, and her nature as a medium that she finds it easy to forget herself. Her “self” is not someone she has ever been allowed to know.

The room grows increasingly smaller, claustrophobic and strangling her with pressure as the amount of doorways in it only increase, every new person she meets a new doorway she is plagued with, a new voyeur who has granted themselves full access to her life and her body. Something she is now willing to let them do. It is easier that way. Easier to let someone else command her vessel, something that never solely belonged to her to begin with. An escape from all the pressure, the expectations, the perfection demanded from her. It is something she should do. The duty of someone like her. Something to hide her wretched face from view, to give the people what they want, to uphold her family’s legacy. A performance that was never allowed to end. Each new door lead right back to that.

The only exception is Kakania. The only person Isolde believes has ever really seen her as more than a host for other identities or something to mold into shape, prop up as a set piece. A perfect lady. The star of Vienna. A tragic heroine. A dangerous hysteric witch. A curse manifested. The only one who was ever interested in finding Isolde’s door and that door alone. When she is with Kakania, a new door does not appear in that ever shrinking empty room, although at first she expects it to. For the first time she meets someone and is not greeted with a new ghost to haunt her. Not a door. But a key. A key that Isolde knows can unlock her own door, even when she herself cannot find it.