#I'm going to return to sleeping

[heyimkana]

guys... i just woke up and...

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[mayhemspreadingguy]

"If you stare into the abyss,

the abyss stares back at you."

[lieutenantselnia]

All Admiral Piett scenes! I edited this basically alongside the Veers video but kinda forgot to post it🫠 He's got a bit more screen time but still not enough for my liking. I think I adore particularly his mannerisms and his rather measured voice/way of speaking, I find watching him just to be very soothing (even though he himself gets increasingly stressed throughout these scenes, poor man🥲). My beloved Firmus he's so cute I want to hug him🥺💕

[ryuki-draws]

I miss my son, Tails

[sleepanonymous]

is there a solid way to tell apart ii, iii, and iv? i always mix them up : (

Hello Anon 🖤 Ty for the ask. I've actually answered this in this post for III and IV. I'd be happy to go over it again for you here and include II more. I'll be honest, the majority of the time they've been on stage, the three band members have worn literally the same sort of clothes, and it doesn't help that they all have blue eyes either lol. It gets easier eventually, I promise. This might sound odd, but you'll soon start to recognize cheekbones, hand veins, eye shape, and overall mannerisms that the Eepy guys have.

Some quick tells are: II - Drums, double scythe necklace, black painted nails, cola/redbull stains on his mask, short king III - Bass, checkered socks, man bun, stage right, long boi IV - Guitar, black paint stains on his mask (from Vessel's kisses and his own fingers), jewelry, stage left, also a short king

Something I didn't mention in the first post is that there is a single scythe necklace that's been passed around between Vessel, III, and IV. Most recently that necklace has been worn by IV but I wouldn't count it as a valid indicator unless you know who was in possession of the necklace at the time the photo was taken. Rings, on the other hand, could be a valid indicator. I've only ever seen Vessel and IV wearing rings on stage (if I am wrong about this, someone please correct me).

Something I did mention in the other post (and is quite honestly one of my favorite ways to tell the Eepies apart) is utilizing Vessel as a measuring stick.

If the Eepy guy is taller than Vessel, you have a III.

If the Eepy guy is shorter than Vessel, you have a II or IV.

[longlivethewildernessyet]

So with all the clues and new releases I'm 90% certain EIA is going to be themed around new growth. New nature. Black and red to green and gold. Pan, a god of nature. Arcadia. Planting a garden. Rebirth, ending the cycle, enduring hardship. The ivy leaves in the images— representations of fidelity, eternal life and endurance.

Even the hints to death being present affirms this even further. This isn't Eden. This is not an idyllic, unattainable, lost paradise. This is a garden, harmony with nature; and that requires death in order to function. Decay is vital to new growth. There must be a winter to be a spring.

Furthermore, with the teasers beginning in spring, you have the season of new growth— when the seeds that you have sown start emerging, start blooming, start readying to become fruit.

In other words: Vessel has grown beyond Sleep. Endure and end aren't opposites, as some people have pointed out— they're both necessary for this growth.

[rapidhighway]

hmmm thinking about how both Knuckles and Licho have been stuck in a single place for as long as they remember, Knuckles completely isolated and Licho unseen by anyone for a very very long time hmm

[clochanam]

13 spaces left on the bachelorette simulator!! i still have no idea what's happening, but that's okay! also, even if i have a canon character down, i'm gonna put them down again, dw! multiple portrayals are more than okay!

[outlying-hyppocrate]

coming back here feels like paying a visit to the fucking dead.

[lieutenantselnia]

I'm currently unsure whether I should be happy or stressed about the fact that there are only like 5 more weeks until the end of the semester - on one hand the summer holidays can't arrive fast enough so I can rest and have free time again but on the other hand there's still so much to finish within that time frame and ugh I'm just tired😵‍💫

At least today (or more like yesterday by the time I post this) I had a fun day, I went to a wildlife park with friends (a trip we've had planned since a couple weeks already), I'm sure I haven't been to the place in like a decade but it was really fun! I didn't think to take a lot of pictures of the animals, but here's a plush trout I got at the souvenir shop🐟

[xovera-toz]

The blood of trees spills into the silent night. It weeps, for it has lost a part of itself. It rages, tears at what it can reach and howls at everything beyond its control. Sorrow rips at the soul of the woods, wrenches a sharp claw below the soil and pulls, trying to upend fate.

The forest wails for help. Its wrath has become a typhoon that consumes everything, save for the light in the faraway sky.

When the resentment recedes, there is only destruction and longing.

The woods recognize the loss of their brother. Barks stain black when the roots call for a funeral. Leaves fly free of their branches to dance through the air, a colorful waltz they perform for no one to see. They die buried under their own kind.

The trees bleed, but they accept. 

Oil coats the dying grass with its body and lays the insects to sleep. It wraps nests in silent darkness and keeps the chicks inside sheltered from the night’s unforgiving cold. It silences all life under the moonlight. The blood of trees becomes a protector.

It is the sole entity, that night, who sees the boy stumble from a crease in reality’s veil.

[cowcowwow]

HIII HI COWCOW!!!

HIIII HI HI STRAWBER <33333!!!!

How is the beloved doing? :3c

[talentforlying]

thinking about john's multitude of short-lived, often quickly-abandoned apartments for some reason, so a couple details:

although you might expect to find a very wizard-y interior to any place he's currently living at — you know, grimoires, skulls, dust, clutter, etc. — his flats actually tend to be fairly spartan in terms of decor; they've even been accused of looking modern, here and there. he just moves too frequently to really settle in & accrue Things, and has so often had to simply up & leave everything he currently owned behind (with very little chance of getting any of it back) that he no longer attaches much meaning to household objects.

besides the consistent presence of at least one bookshelf with at least 12 books on it, and a sad sprig of garden sage that miraculously hasn't died yet, the one exception to his lack of personal touch is his extensive collection of records + tapes, all of which he has repeatedly & methodically tracked down and bought / bid / traded / stolen / threatened for / blackmailed for / simply taken back whenever an enterprising landlord or new tenant left him the opportunity to do so. his record player itself has never needed to be taken back, since it has always mysteriously vanished from whatever flat he's leaving and mysteriously appeared wherever he's staying; it's convenient like that. his 10th anniversary walkman, however, frequently goes missing, only to turn up again later in a place he KNOWS he checked when he's least expecting it.

lack of home decor isn't to say he doesn't own much, mind: the bulk of his personal possessions — assorted occult paraphernalia, blackmail documentation, miscellaneous crap from his mucous membrane days, and anything he is able to take with him from past flats — are usually stored off-site, in a secure location that can't easily be tied back to him. this guy's been accused of being a satanic killer on multiple occasions, he knows better than to keep all the real shit out where anyone can just swan in and see it.

currently, this storage location (which i lovingly call occult shit central) is an abandoned inner london storefront + adjoining flat that was formerly his old friend ray monde's shop and home, called brick-a-brac antiques. it's decidedly cozier than the last place, (in that there are chairs, plural,) and has fewer bear traps laid out in anticipation of unlucky thieves; in fact, if a person were to visit without already knowing where constantine actually lives, it'd be easy to mistake it as his expectedly-wizardy flat. it's not an ideal location for an occult shit central, too close to the heart of the city and too close to people to avoid drumming up suspicion should constantine attempt any sort of ritual inside, but until chas finally quits ducking the paperwork and signs over his storage lot (which he may or may not be dragging his feet on out of pure resentment for having to do it at all) ray's place is the best option there is.

constantine's previous (and future) storage location was a lock-up in streatham that chas had been letting him use (see: all but surrendered to him entirely) since he got out of ravenscar, but after constantine's sister died, john decided he was done with magic and, in a spontaneous fit of rage, burnt the place down with everything but a few necessities still inside. he regretted this later, when he inevitably returned to the occult scene after just over a year away, and spent a lot of time calling in favors / hypnotizing arson inspectors to try and put together an inventory of everything he'd lost.

in the nearly 20 years since the fire, he's managed to replace or find substitutes for about 2/3 of what he had (occult-wise), and gather enough fresh dirt / do enough favors / orchestrate enough compromising situations to accumulate a little over 1/4 of the political / interpersonal power he once maintained. ( the lack of success in the latter being, in part, because people now in power aren't as familiar with his name & reputation as they once were; in part because people just don't believe in magic as much as they used to, or were otherwise bought by hell / heaven / other parties a LONG time ago; and in part because he's come to absolutely fucking despise most politicians / people in power more than he is willing to work with them, or more than he is able to plausibly believe they won't try to drop him at the first opportunity. )

you would be hard-pressed to find a landlady/landlord that speaks kindly of this man. if he wasn't kicked out for suspicious smells / disturbing noises / sudden infestations / suspected satanic activity, then it's likely that he abruptly up and disappeared in the middle of the night, with no warning and no rent. (on a few occasions, this vanishing act also coincided conspicuously with a gruesome death on the premises, sometimes of the landlady/landlord themselves, although no one's ever been able to prove anything.) frankly it's . . . magic, that people still rent to him.

due to these aforementioned bad ends, he's incredibly lucky if he gets enough time or leeway to take any sort of furniture with him from one place to the next. however, there is one incredibly comfy, wing-backed, sapphire-blue armchair that's miraculously managed to survive every move in the last ten or so years without being reported stolen — even though it has survived every move because it has, in fact, been stolen in the dead of night nearly every single time, by john and at least one of his buddies.

[spectre-ship]

genuinely nothing could have prepared me for how weird Moby-Dick is and I love every word of it

[thisismycorneroftheinternet]

Woe be upon you! See my cat!

[purplebass]

hey :) sorry for being mia these days but I still had (have) pain in my neck and arm and I had to revise for my exam because I was behind with revision and I've also been experiencing some other health issues and this mix ended up being the perfect formula to shut me the f up