I Call This One "nobody Likes You When Youre 23"

Still haven’t scraped together an artstyle but we’re getting there

WE’RE GETTING THERE

i think I’m overdoing the grey hair but it looks so fluffy it’s fun to scribble orz

I STILL DONT KNOW WHAT THE EYES MEAN I just vaguely remember fanart with them and absentmindedly added them + does it have to do anything w the reoccurring eye themes in the podcast idk I’m on uhhh I’m currently listening to 76 rn

red hands & flower crowns

process video under the cut

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

actually i think everyone should listen to the oh hellos' entire discography. you all should hear boreas and eat you alive and lay me down and second child restless child and theseus and zephyrus and rose and a kindling of sorts and passerine and hierogylphs and notos and on the mountain tall and torches and eurus and bitter water and caesar and exeunt and dear wormwood and like the dawn and the valley and the valley reprise and in memoriam and thus always to tyrants and planetarium stickers on a bedroom ceiling and o sleeper rio grande and lapis lazuli

demonology // angelology

names & bases in image description.

some sticker sheets I hope to have for MCM London later this month!

I mourn my identity on Valentine’s Day.

“Valentine’s Day is for friends too!” They would say out of pity or anger when I complain about the inherent amatonormativity of the holiday.

I don’t think alloromantics would ever understand the deep loneliness that I experience every day, especially on Valentine’s Day, where I’ve been taught from the day I was born, that it’s a celebration of romantic love.

I’ve been taught that romantic love is better than any type of love. “You’ll eventually get a husband and raise children!” But nobody talks about keeping your friends around when you’re older. Your partner and kids are the only things you should be worried about.

I know that my friends will fall in love and get married and start their own life, but where does that leave me? There’s no place for an adult who doesn’t devote their life to their romantic partner.

They can assure me that our friendships will last a life time, but I know deep down that I will always be second place in their heart.

Is it so selfish of me to keep my friends in a bubble so they won’t leave me for a life with their partner?

I mourn my identity on Valentine’s Day, because no matter how much people say that this holiday is a celebration of all love, I know I‘ll only be considered when I bring up what I lack.

Alloros can reblog but don’t derail the conversation

ayo i found 2 pages with head angles of humans and animals, could be useful to anyone reading this

hoomans

animals

“Burn“

Sometimes therapy is drawing a fire witch that will burn your enemies to the ground 🔥

Considering how much the horror of Simon being trapped under the Curse of the Ice Crown was first and foremost based around a loss of identity 

It only makes sense that this is still what Simon struggles with now, after being freed.

Simon knows who he’s not. He’s not Ice King. He is Simon Petrikov again. But who is Simon Petrikov now? Because it seems like his current situation has really taken away all of the ways Simon used to define his identity.

‘Simon Petrikov the antiquarian and archeologist’ is… not quite it anymore. His current job is similar, since he’s still teaching people about ages long past. It’s just that now that ancient era is his original world - but it’s clear that’s not quite what he wants to do anymore. Whatever it’s because he can’t get as excited about the 20th century as he could for ‘his’ ancient times, or because he doesn’t really like his new ‘teaching method’ where is quite literally a living museum exhibit.

And what about ‘Simon Petrikov the intellectual researcher of magic and the paranormal?’

Yeah, no chance anymore. Before the Crown, Simon had a real fascination with magic and the supernatural. But now, in the wacky world of Ooo - he has lost that aspect of himself completely. He aches for the mundane.

And then there’s ‘Simon Petrikov the adventurous outdoorsman’, which we only learned about just now.

Which is another aspect of Simon’s identity lost in the new context of Ooo. Simon might’ve been able to brave the elements against rain and mosquitos and poison ivy. But in this world of dragon monsters and shapeshifting bears he is just not able to take it anymore.

‘Simon Petrikov, Marcy’s gentle caretaker’ is right out too. Not only because Simon believes Marceline just doesn’t need him anymore…

But he also doesn’t see himself as capable of helping any little kids anymore - and not just in term of ability…

But also in terms of his own personality. 

Making this little girl cry basically smashed that part of his identity to dust.

And then there’s “Simon Petrikov, Betty Grof’s beloved”, which would be a fool’s errand to keep clinging to…

And yet…

:]