centricide is such creative juice. political ideologies but make them people is such a good meal. the uncompromising nature of ideologies make for flint-like friction. the interaction of beliefs in the world make for explosive chemistry.
political ideologies who are diametrically opposed, foes. oil and water, needing each other to define themselves, writing their names in their enemy's blood. they're their favourite person to kill. they're not enemies-to-lovers, because they will remain enemies forever. and that's their promise to each other, that's their wedding vow.
political ideologies adjacent to each other. a shaky alliance, a will-they won't-they relationship. sometimes it's good. sometimes it's excellent. sometimes, things click like the turn of a key into a shared apartment or the tiny inconsequential habits they pick up from each other. but then you're placing your heart in someone's hand, only to have them drop it. they hurt each other, not out of malice, but out of selfishness and an inability to change.
political ideologies close to each other. a melting pot of ideas and bodies and agreement. there are little differentials picking away, a decimal point always a little off. they're that couple—the annoying ones that won't ever leave each other's side. codependency, it's called, but that's just finding your other half.
if um. if you want to. this is completely up to you. but the image just got into my head. libunity centricide kissing and pointing their middle fingers at each other.
if that's too much to ask just libunity is fine!!!!!
I havent had that much time to do any art but now i had a few days off and used them well (just ancap being a work husband and ancom being a loving albeit confused spouse and other somewhat fluffy scenarios)
Oh!! And also tobercide, i only did the first three days because i know i dont have enough time for others- so enjoy :D
I drew these three because i can have the most fun w their designs, especially ancoms
Ancap is plagued with purpose. He is production, the future, a forward momentum of desire then fulfillment and then desire again. An endless excess of want and greed.
Sometimes, however, he comes close to simply being. It’s always with Ancom. Ancom, who makes him pay for the batting cages, the drinks, the drugs, the food. Ancom, who somehow always beats him in rhythm games, despite him being a better dancer than they are. Ancom, who laughs with the same bohemian love of freedom, laughs guiltlessly.
And for a moment, as they look up at the blue sky together, Ancap doesn’t have to think about how he hurts. He doesn’t have to think about his next step, his purpose, or the consequences of his existence.
or, maybe my purpose in life is to just sit in this chair and do heroin all day, whatever!
ready to get penetrated by ancap
i like to think that ancap helps ancom with quis habits. think of it as mutual aid, from a friend
got high tonight and made several doodles and sketches but i only felt like coloring this 1. maybe ill finish the others when im less sleepy ... libunity for da night