i like to imagine the ethersea manifests in neon splashes
i like to imagine the ethersea manifests in neon splashes
“Stay close, Reverend.”
Sassy the beanie kid
Congrats to Ivy and Larry for finally making the transition from goth gf/metalhead bf to goth wife/metalhead husband 💍💜
[P.S. @nockfellaftermidnight Sorry for crying like a little bitch during the ceremony i couldn't help it 🥺💕]
ggrrggerr auggghr sex.....
i started listening to ethersea
everyone’s favourite garbage changeling man
(featuring my (current) personal headcanon for snavis, a madagascar giant hognose)
[ID: four bust portraits of travis matagot, a man with shoulder-length white hair shown in side profile. all four are on cream canvases with green floral designs in each corner. the first shows travis looking up to the left, wearing a long green coat over a yellow vest, white shirt, and blue cravat, as well as brown trousers. a deep red sketch of a hare’s head surrounds travis’s own head and is looking in the same direction as he is. in the second, travis is facing to the right and has a short gun held up in front of him. he is wearing a brown vest with blue edge details over a grey shirt. a brown belt is tied at his waist. a red sketch of a snake’s head hovers over him. the third shows travis facing to the left with his head bowed and his hands raised and open in front of him. he is wearing a loose green shirt with gold embroidered details on the collar, cuffs, and shoulders. a red sketch of a snarling coyote’s head surrounds travis’s head. in the fourth, travis is looking to the right and holding a pistol loosely at his side. he is wearing an orange waistcoat over a loose white shirt and blue cravat, as well as green trousers. red lineart of a raven’s head faces in the same direction as he does with its beak half open. end ID]
I think i'm slightly in love for Travis...
This is definitely one of the more cursed things I’ve drawn
Commander of the elite 4 🐉
I was going to go to bed but. yanno what. back to the shag carpeting. thing is, that whole movie revolves around desire and fantasy as a veil tossed over plain life. travis speaks about how vastly the image his father had of his mother (being a ‘fancy woman’, and introducing her in a way that suggested she was french, rather than texan, as though that were necessarily synonymous with class/culture while in reality she was shy, plain) shaped the schism between them. him refusing to see her as she was drove her into self hatred and led him into delusion (eventually taking the joke to such an extent that he began to believe it himself).
travis sees this repeat in his own life. his alcoholism is temporarily staved off when he hears he has a son on the way, but returns in swinging force when his life doesn’t right itself. his paranoia doesn’t vanish, nor do his own feelings of inadequacy (which resurface when he sees hunter again. think of him flipping through magazines looking for an image of father to imitate). he confesses, in his tape, that all that he hoped for cannot come true (the implication being that that hope is living again with hunter and jane as a family), a bit of fantasy which drove him, literally, to Huston to find her, their son alongside him.
walt, then, really, becomes the only character who pulls the wool away from his eyes. he and anne have been living as hunter’s parents, though they aren’t. anne’s protectiveness shifts into anger with walt for encouraging hunter to spend time with his “real father” when really the issue at heart is their shared, rapidly declining control over their previously well ordered lives.
the shag carpeting.
they’ve arranged themselves perfectly. they care about hunter as their son, and losing him is losing themselves. the thing that strikes me as most real and painful in the entire production is the brief glimpse you get into their routine. they make him strawberry waffles for breakfast in the mornings. walt knows where to look for him when he wants to be alone. anne takes his shoes from the landing on the stairs at the end of the day and carries them up to his room.
they live a life that they’ve all picked together. anne and walt went though hell with the financing of the house three months ago, but they picked the curtains together. every day their son plays in the walkway and when he gets home from work, his dad moves his toys into the yard. it repeats itself. the small, trivial, real-life details are the ones that distract from the fantasy. for a moment, while they eat dinner together (while they put the hot rolls in a basket and tuck a towel over them to keep them warm) they can forget that hunter isn’t their son, that their world can come crashing down at any moment. the ring of the green telephone beside the fridge.
sorry for my sabbatical, happy new year!
i haven’t drawn in a while and everything that i do draw i hate [: i’m going to try and get back into the swing of things and hopefully reopen my commissions for the new year
here is a boobie magnus for your troubles
puppetmaster doesn’t seem too keen on letting you go, changeling
[id: a digital drawing of Travis from Skyjacks. Travis is a white man with shoulder length white hair and top surgery scars, wearing a sheer shift with a maroon sash at his waist. He is grimacing, with one arm tied back behind his back and one arm pulled up behind him. He is tied in vines with glowing silver leaves, which are the only light source /end id]
Sketching out the boys in my AU...
(Salisa joke he is equally as built as his brother, did a 10+ of weight training during his college years )
Ummm teehee >.<
Salvis supremacy 😌😌😌
I did a gift exchange in a skyjacks server :D this is for @knifepatron ‼️
Travis: like...ya know, nyah.