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obligatory not a bot post I'm just here to browse tumblr and look at fanart
also given that this is my blog i use for my own reference, expect there to be some things like untagged horror, artistic nudity, and the like
(also! I am a wholeass adult. Please keep that in mind.)
So based on what I'm seeing for the drawing challenge so far-
Y'all are making him look ABSOLUTELY bonita! The challenge shall continue for a couple more days so make Phil look ABSOLUTELY bonita to the MAX!
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In case anyone wants to know what I is talking about:
(@highflyartist) cinderella reminds me a lot of the nutcracker sometimes (also i really wanted howard scooping up phillip away in a rat or mouse costume that part was uber important) and coupling that with my love for really gritty and on-a-budget outfits i made an alternative fashionista out of him.
his dress was ripped by his evil step morose (??) and as he was drowning his sorrows away at lucky's bar knowhere convinced him to stitch something up and show out at the ball anyways. because this was his night and he couldn't let it slip away. unfortunately someone in particular thought he was far too cute to be with the prince and has made away with the belle of the ball! least he wont have to lose a boot <3
the pink is from katie lou she lended some of her fabric to him and how could he not rep his sister
there are downsides to being Nessie’s favorite
Michael Whelan, 1978
big believer in the headcanon that Howard ends up getting his leg amputated after the events of the golden ending, there’s just no way they’d try to set smashed bone whole thing’s gotta go
also I’m giving him intermittent tremors because I’ve been having flare ups recently and it’s been pissing me off so he gets to suffer too
While Phillip is aware of what's been done to Howard (thanks Morose), I don't think he registers it until he actually sees it.
Im visualizing a scene closer to the climax of an animated film (which itself would be the ancient city stuff), where Howard has managed to get Phillip and him to a safer spot away from Morose. The greenhouse area, just for the auditory ambience of crickets adding to the scene.
Phillip is rapid-fire asking a bunch of questions while Howard pants on his knees. Camerawise, Howard is closer to the camera while Phillip is further back, ranting and rambling. The adrenaline/hysterical strength has left Howard, who abruptly keels over forward, eyes glazed over. Phillip grabs him, calling his name.
"Woah, hey, Howard!"
One of his hands supports Howard by his chest while the other grips his shoulder.
"Come on," he says. "Let's get you somewhere...." Phillip's hand feels wet, and he pulls it up to his face.
Cut to a shot of Phillip's hand, cover in blood. (His effort to save Phil has torn open the branding wound, which hasn't properly healed.)
Cut to a shot of Phillip's face, the back of his hand still in view. He looks guilty. "... safe."
Cut to a new scene where they're in Angelique's lab, after she's already left for the docks (i forget if thats in the greenhouse area, but lets just say that it is for this scene.)
The camera follows a closeup of Phil's hand as it dabs a cottonball with disinfectant on it onto Howard's branded chest, who instantly flinches and seethes, his face visible in the shot of the camera. Howard himself is on the floor, leaned up against the wall with Phil's coat draped over his shoulders to keep him warm.
Cut to an over the shoulder shot (Howard's shoulder) to Phillip, who quickly pulls it back.
"Sorry," Phillip apologizes. "It'll be worse if we don't treat it."
"I know," Howard seethes. The camera cuts to an over the shoulder of his face, from Phillip's shoulder. Howard's face looks incredibly pained. "It's just- ough."
The camera lingers on this angle as Phillip stands up, Howard's eyes following him as he walks out of shot. "Maybe there's something here that can help."
Another cut, this time to Phillip's miscellaneous rummages through the drawers for any kind of painkiller. His face isn't shown at all during this bit. The whole scene is silent of any background ost, save for the sfx for crickets chirping outside and Phillip's rummaging.
Camera back to an exhausted Howard now, who looks deep in thought before he says,
"I'm sorry."
A shot of Phil from the front, his hand freezing in the middle of pulling open a drawer. His face can't be seen, just him from the neckdown. Howard can be seen in the back. He sits up just a bit straighter.
"... what?" Phillip asks.
"I... I'm sorry that..." Close-up of Howard's face again, as he swallows and continues his apology. "... that when it came to being a friend, it was.... rather poor, on my end. That... that I always needed you, and... and yet myself couldn't come through. I... I'm sorry."
Shot of Phil's back from Howard's perspective. He doesn't move, and says nothing.
Back to Howard, as he closes his eyes. He expected this rejection.
"I... understand, if when all is said and done, that... that our friendship will have had its run-"
Howard's eyes go wide as Phil rushes into a hug, pulling him tight. Camera cuts to Phillip's face, who squeezes his eyes shut. "I missed you," he says, tears brimming.
Cut back to Howard, who slowly closes his eyes and hugs Phillip back.
I can't visualize further than this, but I imagine Phillip apologizes as well and continues to treat Howard's wounds before they discuss a plan for the final showdown in the ancient city.
Awwwwww I love this so much, your writing being amazing as always UWHDHHDJSJXZ 🥺 the pacing and the visuals you laid out and the lads just having a moment to just let themselves hug each other and let out the feelings they have been holding onto for the almost past year but were never given a proper way out until now before going back to "operation stop Morose from bringing his crazy problems onto the rest of the world", a calm before the storm moment before everything really goes down I love it :)
so i have managed to amass a gallery of (checks one paper with a poorly written number) about 32 individuals. wild stuff. imagine having 32 unique vessels look at your work and think "yes i love the weird poetry i will continue to observe their endeavours". and i've thought about this for about all the days i haven't been posting as artfight comes to a close. and while yes i am grateful this is not a thank you post. this is a humble reminder that art is everywhere even in yourself and i'm going to show you 10 of the things on tumblr (in order of me remembering them) that i continuously drolled at before being convinced to make my account after a previous one left me SCARRED
(with as much elaboration as i am willing to give thank you lets start)
the replication of seuss's style really struck me. the colors really sold it and howard's lovingly wonky anatomy looks so fluid. also the way they drew his mother had me reeling with such a melancholy that has never faded no matter how hard, long, or often I look at this post. my heart hurts and the only way i could shed that was through sobbing over my artistic medium. i love the way howard and his mother look different and yet the same aaaughhhhggsgsd
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your
2. knowhere leaning in to carress the face of a horrified howard who is actively having his molecules rearranged played off the potential of the original scene in such a wonderful way. the smooth lean makes knowhere seem unbearably eager and the small strokes of howard's bottom lip pulling up emphasize so much emotion. this particular side view i took a lot of inspo from when i drew fanart of howard and phillip playing pool whilst knowhere watched. its just the vibe idk what else to tell you
💬 11 🔁 63 ❤️ 545 · Screenshot redraw · Thought about how this scene could’ve been punched up a little since the screen gets darker and all
3. NO I WONT EVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS DRAWING GO CRY TO THE ANCIENT ONES in all seriousness though this made me really inspired to play with the zany perspectives seen in game with the backgrounds and were one of the many (MANY) pieces that continued to have me head over heels for knowhere and howard as muses. the smoke from the cigarette and the way his hair is tied up as knowhere meets his determined gaze with a sly smile. what im saying is i need more art of these two interacting and you best bet ill make way more
💬 11 🔁 29 ❤️ 282 · So, since I listened to the livestream octo did I had to draw a picture of Howard and Knowhere playing pool together. O
4. this person's art in general gives me an unbelievable amount of nostalgia and joy so it was really hard picking out my favourite and even then if you asked me to do so i would ask you why i would have to when they can all be. people paying homage to inspirations always makes me smile and the energy about this with thing one and two and the horrified faces on the fish and howard make me release dopamine in BULLETS man
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your
5. once again. unmitigated whimsy and joy. how curious howard looks leaning in to the drawing of him with phillip completely unimpressed always gets me. its like a blend of the seuss style with the artist's own magic. its so good and i often end up looking at more of this person's works whenever i feel like i've lost my own magic and it gets me inspired again (also the little fourth wall breaking drawing with phillip's hat gets me every time i love it when people play with their drawings like that)
💬 3 🔁 11 ❤️ 174 · A lil playing around making a seuss-like page fan art thing! plus me fixing phils hat cause the first version had his ha
6. when i searched up the island of dr morose on tumblr and clicked the tiodm tag this art and these doodles were some of the first things i saw and immediately i locked the fuck in. i dont know if the first drawing was a reference to the creation of adam with the way howard and phillip reach for each other but it strikes me so poignantly because of that association in my mind. the way phillip is the light in howard's darkness GODDAMNIT MAN. the doodles are also awesome too i giggle and twirl my hair looking at them sometimes when im using them as reference for what i really like in this game's artstyle
💬 10 🔁 75 ❤️ 621 · Fanart and character drawing practice!
7. another artist who's pieces i've screamed over continuously. though this was the only one i saw from them in particular before i began posting here (theyve made a lot more by then that has me in shambles). the lighting is HAUNTING and captures that air of terror i get seeing anybody play this game and encounter this fuckass moose. one of the best enemies in the game please tell me he went to sleep
💬 4 🔁 25 ❤️ 268 · it’s time for my random posting yet again anyways y’all should really go check out The Island of Doctor Morose if you’r
8. i keep saying "oh em gee ive looked at so much of this person's art!1!" and that was never a lie but by no exagerration i saw this woman's art THE MOST and despite me loving every single drawing she does (particular the way she draws human faces i wanna run my hands over them) this one i come back to constantly not only because of the drawing of the sigil on phillip's back not ONLY because of the silly chibis of howie and phil and NOT ONLY because of the gender-bended designs... but because of the meme at the very end yaoi waters my crops
💬 12 🔁 33 ❤️ 238 · Some sketches before sleep yayy There're a bit of post-game body hcs There's no way they both just walked away withou
9. i saw a lot of this person's work on bluesky but managed to find their tumblr whilst making this post and some of my favourite art from them as well. oc x canon always makes me smile and this person has a very whimsical feel to their art in the sense that i'd watch a cartoon series made in their style. the way people blend their own artistry with dr seuss' never fails to amaze me and i find myself prefering a lot of these styles over the original thing. no other notes this shit is so peak keep drawing
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your
10. see this one is a youtube link but listen this one is special because it was the VERY FIRST FOR ME. i initially wrote off dr morose when i saw a youtuber who i didnt watch very often had a playthrough of it. i assumed it was about a girl who went somewhere she had no business being and ended up being mentally tortured by an eldritch god. come to find out about a month or so later i was only right about the mental torture by an eldritch god part. to make a long story short the game's own had me immediately hooked and being scared of tumblr at the time, i went sniffing through youtube hoping if anybody had made even a 5-second animation that i could slurp up.
this was one of them.
i cant tell you how many times i watched this and laughed at it. phillip being pulled away by the tentacles. howard's eyes beginning to bleed as he passes every hardship by. the final scene of howard breaking in just as morose is cutting into a yowling phillip and all the angles before he lets the slingshot go. this was and continues to be the absolutest of cinema and it made me hungrier for more comedically dark content. thus leading me here
keep in mind that these aren't the only things i've seen, and i have a backlog of fanart for this game that is stored in a nerdy little discord channel in a crazy little server that i look and smile at. these are just 10 of the ones i remembered and i chose 10 specifically so i wouldn't bore you guys to tears with my rambling
definitely check out every one of these artists if you have the free time (and check them out again if you've already seen everything i've listed here repetition is how we make fixations people) and go shift through the tags for anything that makes your heart sing.
i am not and never will be a monolith for creativity but i don't ever want to be quiet about whatever i love again and neither should you. i would have never even thought about taking my ass back to this site if not for this game or the people i see be so completely normal about it every single day like clockwork. and as much as i hate to believe it-- i inspire things too
for everyone who has commented on my posts, liked and/or reblogged my artwork to take a space on their own blogs, left me tags i giggle at, stalked my page, or even given my work a passing glance--
stay wonderful stay weird make something while you're able and i will maybe do something like this again if the number of eyes that oversee me grows higher i guess i dunno make sure that never happens
alr bye
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what? you wanted art today?
fine. have a redraw of my first piece of fanart (freaks <3) (first is the redraw; second is the og)
Ok i lied, i also have these Now it's truly all i got (Do y'all remember bother Plunkett? Well, he neither)
sobbing and turning out my pockets This is all i got
this image was beamed directly into my brain
consider the first fictional old man you aren't attracted to that comes to mind. that man is now your father. how are things?
very good
pretty good
decent
not great
horrible
While writing the lyrics for 342 days, a thought popped up for a scene/story in the au of an au. Now, I don't think it would fit the pacing of an animated film or series, but I can see it as its own side thing, like an animated short that takes place during the story's events but published seperately. (This is very spur of the moment writing! A mix of polished prose and just needing to convey an idea near the end, written on and off in six hours. Consider this a treat to tide over until part 2 of the Ancient City!)
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Howard had stopped keeping track of the days ages ago.
It was difficult not to - given how little natural sunlight Howard got and his doubt that Morose would suddenly bestow a calendar to him out of the blue, all he could do was guess when counting sleeps stopped working.
It was still cold, though. This much, Howard did know. It was long after Christmas, and New Year's too. Probably... February, if Howard had to guess. Long enough that winter had begun to take its leave, but short enough that traces of it still lingered behind to leave small frosbitten kisses on his skin as he curled up on himself tighter for the last few sleeps.
This night had been no different.
Now, Howard would take what he could get: At the very least, today had been easier. Morose had been too preoccupied with whatever else to ask very much of him. It meant sleep would come easier too, despite the cold and the gnawing hunger in his gut.
He had taken to resting his head on crossed arms as of late. It worked well-enough as a pillow on the floor, while he twisted the rest of himself onto his side and curled his legs up to his chest. And on a day that was "okay," rather than "awful," it meant that exhaustion took over the second his eyes fell shut.
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"Waking up" in that bar of his dreams was never unpleasant, so to speak. That said, it was disorientating. Moreso on the nights where his mind simply couldn't handle the events of the day and he found himself pleading to no one to please, please wake up there so that he could pretend he wasn't still on this accursed isle, just for a little while.
Usually, Howard found himself opening his eyes from an awkward splay on the bar's walkway (and once atop an active pool table, which baffled him enough that he had completely forgotten what he had begged for respite from).
This time, however, his eyes shot wide open as he found himself falling backwards, panicking as he gasped and grabbed at air for purchase-
"Woah! Hang on, kid!"
Howard blinked himself into awareness at the voice and the strong grip on his shoulders. Two gold eyes (and one third in a sly wink), twinkled at him as his shoulders were held still. "You've just gotten here! At least wait to crack your skull open."
Knowhere had that mocking grin on his face as he always did, even when Howard shook off his hold.
"Welcome back! Took you long enough, I almost thought you wouldn't show!"
"What are you on abou-"
"Now sit still! Don't fall off this time. I can only do so much if you go over the side!"
And so Knowhere sauntered a few feet away, leaving Howard to look down where he was sat. It was an aged barstool, with thick leather stitches running across it. And where there was a barstool, there must be.... a bar, which Howard found to be right next to him. Knowhere had begun to walk behind it.
This felt wrong.
The barstool squeaked in protest as Howard wrenched it counter-clockwise to face the bar, probably against its way of turn.
"Why am I here?"
Knowhere's smile hadn't left his face.
"Come again, kid?"
"Usually, I wake up here in... in times of strife. When the times get so bad that I need respite. So then what am I doing here now? I don't recall my mind breaking down."
"Now, Howard, surely you jest! Don't you know what day it is?"
Howard frowned a bit harder. "You don't have to gloat! Of course I don't! I haven't seen a calendar in months, not since-"
It was as though something had a fist had clamped around Howard's throat, stopping him before he could continue the sentence.
Gunths, thought Howard, in the absence of ability to say it aloud.
"Well, what's that frown for?" teased Knowhere. (Howard didn't feel his tail go over the bar to rub at his back.) "I'll let you know what day it is. All I ask is to do something for me!"
"What would that be?"
"Close your eyes."
"Close my-?"
"Howard, this is better than crossing off the date on any calendar! Don't you want to know?"
With a huff and a puff of his chest, Howard crossed his arms and closed his eyes. No sooner than he had, he heard the clatter of something ceramic on wood, and opened them agai-
Howard's breath hitched at the sudden blindness. Knowhere's tail had wrapped itself loosely over his eyes, and Howard's fingers dug into the fluff.
"Our deal, Howard!" chuckled Knowhere once Howard had gone rigid.
"Sorry!"
He forced his eyes shut again, and his hands back down onto his lap as the clattering continued. It sounded like.... one plate. And silverware. And the scratch of matches, like when Phillip had run out and would ask Howard to spare a light for his cigarette.
".... There we are." Knowhere sounded.... soft, and when the fur had left his face, Howard opened his eyes to see-
A cake.
A chocolate cake, covered entirely in frosting that dribbled even past the plate and onto the bar. Stuck on top where two lit candles, although they looked less like candles and more blobs of wax with wicks sticking out. Each was the vague approximation of a number, as though the sculptor had only seen said numbers a singular time in their life and had worked from the memory. One candle was a "2," and the other.... well, Howard couldn't make it out. What he could read, however, clear as day, in perfect cursive, was the white icing directly beneath them.
"Happy birthday, Howard!"
Oh.
It was March 3rd.
Knowhere grinned at his shock.
"Congrats on aging, Howard! Here's to the next."
Howard looked at Knowhere, and then the cake. Then, again, Knowhere.
He wanted to ask, how? How was his mind so sure that it was March 3rd? How come it kept conjuring up this place in particular? How, how, how-
How could it be so cruel as to remind him that he would never have a proper birthday again?
Wet tears blotted the icing as Howard hiccuped out a graceless sob.
"How could- how could you- you awful cat, why?" he choked out.
"Howard! If I knew you preferred vanilla, I would've gotten you that instead!" Knowhere cackled, but still quickly pulled back the plate before Howard could drown the cake in saltwater.
"No, no- Chocolate's my favorite!" he gasped out as though the accusation burned and not as though his world was being shattered around him once more. "But you- you know this! I know this! I know that none of this is real!" he cried out, unable to find the rhyme.
His vision blurred, and he keeled forward to bury his face in his hands with more strangled cries that bled through his fingers and spilled all over the bar.
It was too much. It was too unfair. He almost wanted to blame his woe on that stupid rock, if not for the fact Morose hadn't subjected him to it that night.
"Howard."
Knowhere's tail had brushed against his hand, and his voice was steady, none of that usual mocking tone present.
"It's March 3rd."
"It's not."
"Who's to say it isn't?"
"Who's to say it is?"
"Well, isn't that a dilemma! What if it was, Howard? What would you do, then?"
Howard peered between his fingers. Knowhere had his elbows set on the bar with his head set on clasped hands. His smirk had shrank.
".... I wouldn't be able to do anything, no doubt. I would still be in the manor until I could find a way out."
"Then why not pretend for a while if this isn't real, like you insist? Make up for it in your sleep, where he can't reach."
..... Howard breathed deep and sat back. He wiped away his tears, tucked away his fears.
"Alright. I'll- I'll pretend. For a while, before this dream's end."
Knowhere clapped his hands together and cackled with a hiss. "There! That's the spirit!" Knowhere pushed the cake forward again, and Howard felt his stomach growl. Hunger invaded dreams, it seemed.
"You need to be in top mental shape before you get back into the fray, Howard, and a birthday is perfect for that." Knowhere tapped at Howard's forehead, and Howard had the foresight to grip the bartop before he leaned back. "So I've tried to make the most out of this night. For example-" He clicked his tongue towards the piano player across the walkway, and Howard smoothly swiveled the barstool to look. "- I cashed in a few of my pool wins. That music sound familiar, Howard?"
Howard sniffled, but strained his ears nonetheless. He was never very musically-inclined - that had been his mother's forte, with a lullaby she would sing to him at the end of every day - but he caught onto enough of the melody that he could tie words to it.
"That- that's The Beatles."
True, it was. Howard filled in the gaps. He strung Starr's vocals to the end of one song, and McCartney's to the start of the next.
From Rubber Soul. Phillip and him had listened to the album the whole way through for the first time after another night of writing applications. On a soft rug in Phillip's apartment that he had placed to hide an ink stain in the floorboards.
Phillip had hated it. Howard had it up there as the greatest album he had ever heard.
"Good ear! You know, there's a new album! From last August. Revolver, it's called."
The barstool swiveled clockwise again, and Howard raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's wishful thinking. Of anything back on the mainland, I haven't got an inkling."
"If you really want to talk about wishful thinking-" Ceramic scraped over wood. Knowhere had pushed the cake a little bit closer to Howard. "-then maybe you should make one."
Blue flames had melted recesses further down into the candles. They hadn't yet dripped onto the cake, though. Or the icing, which now read,
"Hppy birthd Hward,"
courtesy of Howard's earlier tears.
He couldn't help but snort before he closed his eyes-
Imagined himself back on the mainland, sharing cake with Phillip-
And made the wish.
"I want to listen to that new album with Phillip."
Howard blew out the candles.
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The cake was, as expected, divine.
Knowhere had helped himself too, of course. The baker's fee, he said.
And then, once Howard was rubbing crumbs off his face with the back of his hand, Knowhere had led him to the pool tables.
Where they had originally stood was a bed- a king-sized one! With sheets so soft and a blanket so warm that Howard had to rub his face against it before ushering himself into the bed.
Knowhere had left him to it with one final, "happy birthday," and Howard buried his face in a down-feather pillow. He gave one last look to the void about the bar: They twinkled with stars.
And so Howard finally closed his eyes, lulled to sleep by soft piano and the stars' watchful gaze.
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A sliver of sunlight spilling across his eyes made Howard groan.
It wasn't that much light- just a small stream from a hole in the wall, only a few bricks wide that was too high to reach and too small to crawl out of - but still enough that Howard forced his eyes to stay shut and threw an arm over his eyes.
What a warm welcome back into the real world from... huh. He remembered bits and pieces of the dream. Of good music, and soft blankets. Of warmth settling in his stomach. Howard's elbows gave him the leverage to sit up on the floor.
His back didn't ache as terribly as it normally did, and the gnawing in his stomach had subsided.
.... How odd. Well, he knew better than to complain.
(The phantom taste of chocolate cake lingered on his tongue.)
Howard found that bracing himself for the day ahead came easier that morning.
AWWWWWWWWW this is so cute this is such a cute and as always peak scenario from you as always I love it :D I love the way it's all structured and the pacing and just how nice it all is. Just a simple, yet unconventional birthday celebration.
I love how Knowhere just goes into 'must spoil this yeah he's not a kid but to someone like me he kind of is one' uncle mode with Howard, even if it's just for one day, Howard just deserves nice things after everything he's been through on the island and what better way to give him those nice things than with a birthday celebration? And Howard just, even if it's in his mind (not really but you know), having one night to just eat chocolate cake (which is absolutely delicious and my personal preference for cake lol), listen to good music and sleep in a proper and almost luxurious bed for the first time in months is so wholesome and deserving :) and also his wish being to listen to the new Beatles' album with Phillip, just awwwwwww it's very cute and also I get the feeling that Phillip, even if he ends up hating the album or has to listen to the other album he hated, would choose to listen to it with Howard just to make him happy in all the aus, not just this one :)
But also that one line 'how could it be so cruel as to remind him that he would never have a proper birthday celebration again?' omg the implications of this one line alone is heartbreaking. Is Howard thinking that all of his future birthdays would be tainted from his experiences on the island, or is he, deep down, thinking he may never be free from the island and that he'll never get to have a birthday celebration like the ones back home again? Either way or any other third option I didn't think of that is heartwrenching.
The idea that Howard could've missed his own birthday (and by extention, Phillip missing his birthday) is absolutely heartwrenching and while that does not happen here, I can definitely see it happening in the og roleswap au (for an extra gut punch maybe Morose is the one to point it out in the og roleswap au, as another way for him to taunt Howard. Pretty sure he has employees' birthdays written down somewhere so it would make sense. Could also turn out to be one of the worst days for him to contrast the good one he has in the au of the au, to highlight just how much Knowhere's presence helped Howard in the au of the au)
Anyways once again I have to reiterate that this is peak and wholesome and I love it :D good luck on the second part to the ancient city in the meantime :)
I mentioned about discussing parallels Angelique has with the boys so here's the ones I've noticed she has with Phillip
The most obvious one is that they both end up getting close to the Morses, with Angelique getting close to Samantha and Phillip getting close to Thomas. The difference between the nature of those relationships really sets them apart though. Angelique and Samantha end up creating a very close relationship with one another to the point they consider one another family. Angelique never feels like she has to prove herself and is encouraged pretty unconditionally to continue with her research. It's clear Samantha cares about her a lot as a person and not just a way to escape death. Phillip and Thomas, on the other hand, remain in a professional relationship. Phillip has doubts about what he's doing but is constantly coaxed by Thomas (aided by the stone) into doing worse and worse things all in the name of resurrecting Katie Lou. Thomas doesn't actually care about Phillip at all and merely views him as a way to bring back Samantha, evident in the way he jumps to sacrificing Phillip once he realizes that he's no longer being influenced. To me this difference in care also carries into them witnessing the deaths of the Moroses. Angelique mourns Samantha, missing her deeply and trying to bring her back after her passing. Phillip seems relieved at Thomas' death since it ends up saving his own life and frees him from the island.
Another interesting parallel is the massive difference in ethics between them. I've already talked about how Samantha tried to convince Angelique to stop being "too soft", but Thomas has to make no effort to get Phillip to start doing some really shady things. Phillip even mentions in first journal entry that he's excited about not having the government holding him back when it comes to his work which makes it look like he's been waiting for an opportunity to really do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He's desperate in a way Angelique isn't and that reflects in how she takes meticulous notes on what's dangerous about her gel and he doesn't hesitate to start vivisecting people.
They also process their losses differently in a way that definitely influences everything they're doing on the island. While we never learn who/what exactly Angelique lost other than Samantha, she appears to have accepted it (or purposefully avoids thinking about it). Phillip is constantly trying to get back Katie Lou, he clings to her memory desperately through the last picture of her alive and the pillow she made for him. He's even confused as to why others aren't similarly desperate, mentioning how Howard should want his mother back after her murder because it's an unfair loss. Angelique is the sort of person to keep moving forwards constantly without giving herself much time to properly grieve. She doesn't even take the time to process her loss of an arm, which you could interpret as her just wanting to get off the island as fast as possible, but she does take the time to be delighted her experiment worked.
that's all I have for now, have this drawing as your prize for reading my ramblings
Angelique considers herself lucky for only losing one arm to the island. Most of her coworkers lost their lives. She works hard to make sure her new lab is safe for all of her employees. All of them are taught what to do in an emergency the first thing after they get hired. It’s standard laboratory procedure after all. She double and triple checks that everyone’s left for the day before she locks up the lab. It would set a bad example for everyone if their boss went home first. Every so often she tests the crash bars on the door, just to make sure they’re still working. A good lab stays up to code to ensure safety and an inspector might drop by at any moment. At least, that’s what she tells herself.
Some drawings i've made based on @lorablackmane's fic!!! Honestly, this fic lives in my head, it's my Roman Empire and i can't get it outta my brain
Acrylic on canvas, 40 × 50 cm
“What a World, Such Is the Sky”
2023
The sky is never still.It changes every secondlight shifts, clouds dissolve, colors appear and disappear before you even notice them. By the time a painter mixes the next color, the sky has already become something else.That is why painting the sky is never about copying reality. It is about capturing an impression of a fleeting moment that no longer exists.Perhaps that is why the Impressionists were so fascinated by light and atmosphere. They painted not what they knew was there, but what they felt in that instant. Every brushstroke became a memory of a changing sky.This painting grew from that same idea. The textured layers, bold palette knife marks, and shifting colors are not meant to freeze the sky in time, they are meant to preserve the feeling of watching it transform, moment after moment.By the time the painting was finished, the real sky had changed hundreds of times. But one impression remained on the canvas.
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