I mean if u think about it. The episode started with one dead character and one living character and it ended with one dead character and one living character so really not too much has changed-
When you come to be sensibly touched, the scales will fall from your eyes; and by the penetrating eyes of love you will discern that which your other eyes will never see.
After hours of work in between doing stuff at my job I finally completed my Gable design! They’re a sphinx cat, sort of, because when I heard his description my first thought was “OH! She’s weird and off putting and gangly like a Sphinx cat…”
I decided to keep that design element because… kibtty….
one of the best things that happened last year, was that i got commissioned by the oneshot network to make these two posters for the Into the Wood arc of skyjacks, which started last november. there’s not much i can say without vibrating from excitement even now! i’m still just so profoundly thankful for the opportunity, the trust and patience that @campaignskyjacks gave me for this task, and i’m still so proud of how these turned out. i definitely needed the help last year, so this was a dream job to get, and one i’m very proud to have done well. especially considering that my only sj fanart before this were those ponies i drew one time. hm.
i’m just happy. i’m still so happy about this. zoom in and check all the little details, i made them with loads of heart! take flight!
*wip* i’m thinking about miss the rusalka prefall. i’m thinking about angel of justice. i’m thinking about justice being blinded. i’m thinking about scales over eyes. i’m thinking about the loss of innocence. i’m thinking about giant women. i’m thinking about armored throats. i’m thinking about living a life of righteous flame and being reborn in cursed water. i’m thinking
travis matagot just -- the very concept of him unlocks something deep and feral in my brain, even aside from all the changeling stuff. an angel looked upon you once as a child and, after seeing every possible thread and pathway of the man you will grow into one day, said 'I see no sin here' even as its holy flames consumed your screaming parents and the town around you. that angel, having stumbled head over heels to earth after killing god, later deliberately loses their name to you in a card game so the eyes of heaven can't find them. you and the angel have proceeded to annoy the everloving FUCK out of each other for centuries because you just keep. bumping. into each other!!!! through the power of like Narrative and also simply being two of the only people who've even been around that long. you've kept their name for them this whole time and never breathed a word of it, even though they seemingly never even explained why they wanted to lose it in the first place. you've sworn to die together or not at all.
what if you met an eldritch horror as a child and then became their best (and most irritating) friend/life partner/frenemy/perpetual thorn in their side (affectionate). I'm obsessed with this idea of being divinely judged as unworthy of damnation so early in your life and having to have that in the back of your head forever even as your self-loathing and trauma start piling up over the centuries and you have done so many shitty things along the way. like. is he trying to prove them wrong. is that part of his whole thing about trying to escape the narrative. or is it to prove that 'no actually awful things happen to me because I'm awful, you got it wrong from the start (fuck you btw)' because at least that feels like a choice, like some kind of control to hold on to? what is going on here travis. what the fuck