#song is saint bernard by lincoln

[droppingartintotheinfinite]

i just think about him a lot ok

[tmos-time]

cringetober's neko (or other animal parts) day is giving me a chance to give dog theme propaganda about eridan; you KNOW he'd have some sort of internalized thing about dog symbolism from trying to join bec noir

[thefigmented]

There's really just one thing that we have in common: Neither of us will be missed.

forgot to post this one lmao, drew it on a moving train at 3am which is why its a bit of a mess

[atagarock]

Lineless Illustration I did because I needed to practice, It turned out pretty decent imo

[beanmochiii]

the trio (but mostly sunny and basil)

[i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs]

Listening to this song and thinking about Mike and dogs. Demodogs. From ST2, the lab.

Mike was there. He saw, at approximately 13 years old, people get violently murdered and devoured by those things, and almost got hurt by them himself.

He saw though the glass doors Bob die and get devoured to save Joyce, Will, Hopper, himself. In front of him. He heard a man scream until his death. He heard him, he saw him, and he knew him.

I do not think that Mike Wheeler loves dogs.

I think that Mike Wheeler is terrified.

[andro-dino]

falls over and dies as I revive my old ocs from like 3 years ago

also using this as an opportunity to shamelessly plug my artfight acc because it’s my first time participating and I go a bit more in depth about their stories on their pages over there bc they have a shocking amount of lore considering their my ocs

[vulpinesaint]

Rate my religious trauma song

Saint bernard by Lincoln

solid 8/10. a bit overdone for me (almost certainly not a problem that most people have so you can add an extra half point there if you want) but it does have solid lines about actually growing up religious while also having the good fucked up self esteem motif that is so central to the experience of catholicism specifically. definitely warrants a place on a religious trauma playlist its only fault is that it is on Every religious trauma playlist.

when i am making a character playlist that i think warrants a saint bernard inclusion i am personally partial to saint bernard 2 just to change it up a little bit. same lyrics but the musicality is a little less heavy and i think the piano and violins bring a different kind of stress and melancholy about it while introducing a bouncier instrumental that makes the occasional high pitched strings or feedback noise impactful in a different kind of way. you know? just a little recommendation if the dear reader has not heard it before <3

[bongdaddy666]

emo song brain worm goes brrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

chapter three of rage doesn't have a list of songs that are supplementary like chapter two but it does have 'Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan' and 'Do not go gentle into that good night'

[droppingartintotheinfinite]

saint bernard is kind of a dirk song i think.

might polish this at some point

[bee-c-e]

when i am dead i wont join their ranks

cause they are both holy and free

and i’m in ohio, satanic and chained-up

and until the end, that’s how it’ll be

i said

MAKE. ME. LOVE. MY. SELF. SO THAT I MIGHT LOVE YOU.

DONT MAKE ME A LIAR, CAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD

WHEN I SAID IT, I THOUGHT IT WAS TRUE

[offwithhxrhead]

@thevalicemultiverse currently drawing an animatic for malk!alice and malk!maddie during their fight on the rooftop of lacroix towers, you're gonna love it :')

[fknjokeman]

I have two moods and they all come down to these two songs 🎵 there's no in between

[eliaswoodt]

BAD DOG

By Elias Wood

I am a bad dog

I bite

I bite the hand that feeds me

Defy the hand that commands me

Like a bad dog, you can only pray I’ll change

Bloodied teeth shines just as much as

the guilt in my eyes

But I bite

With bloodied canines

Sharp like knives

I bare them

I bare them, snarling,

“I am not your pet”

Yet once more, snarling, I cry

“I am not your pet”

And I bite the hands that feed me

Scared of you hurting me

Terrified, I prowl

Petrified growls

But I am not wild

Despite that I bite

My bloodied canines

Sharp like knives

I bare them, snarling,

“I am not your pet”

Yet once more, I cry at the hand

“I

am

not

your

pet”