Blasting great horned owl inspired vessel into your brain directly. I've always wondered if the ARG for EIA would influence vessels costume in the end, would have loved to see him in a pretty white coat
you wanna talk about freaky songs?? you wanna pick THE freak token song?? it's not sugar, it's not the summoning, it's not even provider. it's alkaline
poetic song, right? really cleverly written with all the science metaphors and shit. surely he's just deeply devoted and in awe of the object of his desire. this album's kinda dark and soulful after all. except you remember how during tomb era, when they'd play this live, he'd thrust very aggressively on "and how it connects to mine"?
cause that kinda changes the picture, and suddenly "I'm dying to melt through to the heart of her molecules/'Til the particles part like holy water" sounds like he wants to smash so hard he splits the atom. like "her design and how it connects to mine" isn't her plans or whatever and how he plays into them, but literally her design, as in. her body and how it goes on his. pussy so good you're permanently altered. pussy so mindblowing you can't tell if she's a blessing or a curse. "not acid nor alkaline" cause it's the perfect ph I Guess
okokok so this isn't an argument/callout, also /lh /j, BUT i wanna offer a different perspective if i may â
I just don't think there should be a point of comparison, simply because. well firstly Alkaline still has kind of a frantic, aggressive tone even if there's no screaming, it does that thing Hypnosis and other songs on Tomb do where it uses repetition and a big instrumental climax to make your head woozy like you're inside a vortex (or. a washing machine honestly)
But most importantly, because. as a guy who Knows (don't ask how)
Vore is not purely lustful in the traditional sense
It's one of those fetishes that is very misunderstood because of a reputation formed off of MSpaint circle tool edits of cartoon characters on deviantart; but a lot of the time that art is in the realm of attraction for fat somachs or feederism, it is not vore. The core emotion of vore, the place the attraction stems from, is actually a desire to belong to someone or to possess them fully, to have them so close that you fuse into one being, to get to be so selfish for once that you literally consume them; or on the other hand to be wanted so selfishly that you are consumed. It has more in common with the popular cannibalism-as-a-metaphor-for-love trope, it's just historically been expressed more by people who are also into feederism, hence the fixation on big bellies and the feeling of fullness.
That is a facet of it, yes, but the main idea is that you get to eat someone to possess them or on the other hand get to be welcomed inside someone's most vulnerable parts, being literally inside their body while still alive and conscious; and either get to safely keep them/be kept or to digest them/be digested as a way to be lovingly destroyed.
I think that's what Vore the song is meant to reflect, it's less "if we go deeper (into the throat of gods)" like a blowjob and more. deeper towards that loving destruction, deeper into the fire you know is gonna undo you slowly and painfully. Because the whole relationship with Sleep, to V, has been feeling like a slow undoing where they're flip-flopping between deep and tender feelings and selfish lust.
"Walls of flesh" is fanfic speak for sure but unfortunately I think he's referring to the stomach, and yes that's still WAY THE HELL FREAKY but in a way that goes beyond arousal and into these feelings of devotion, fixation and emotional need, while still being freaky sexual, that are on the same levels as Alkaline
â A gray early morning on the tour bus turns into a sweet, shared breakfast with IV.
It was early when you woke. The light filtering through the privacy curtain beside your bunk was thin and gray, just enough to trace the outline of the narrow space where you slept.
You lay there for a while, watching the way your chest rose and fell beneath the sheets. The air inside the bus was cool, carrying the faint scent of coffee and something toasty. Bread, maybe?
Someone was awake.
Quietly, you shifted onto your side, easing out of the bunk and pulling on one of the stray hoodies lying on the floor over your T-shirt, unsure whose it was. The hallway lights cast a soft amber glow, just enough to guide your way toward the front lounge. The hum of the mini refrigerator filled the silence, steady and low.
IV was standing by the counter when you stepped in, his hair damp and pushed loosely back from his face. He was half-turned toward the coffee maker, one hand wrapped around the handle of a pan that sizzled faintly. Scrambled eggs, you realized, or maybe something more elaborate.
He looked up as soon as he heard your footsteps, a slow, familiar smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Morning, sunshine," he said softly.
You blinked, soothed by the warmth in his voice. "Morning, Ivy," you echoed, rubbing your eyes.
He leaned in as you passed, pressing a light kiss to your cheek, casual and unthinking, though wholly familiar.
"You sleep alright?" he asked, turning back to the pan and stirring lazily.
"Yeah," you said, moving toward the narrow table by the window. "The others are still out cold."
"Figured," IV said, amusement flickering in his tone. "They never wake up before ten on show days."
You watched him move, unhurried, as he poured steaming coffee into two mismatched mugs. His movements were precise. He didn't just pour; he measured, tilting the pot to avoid a spill and wiping a stray drip from the rim with his thumb before adding milk and sugar and handing the cup to you.
"Thanks," you murmured, wrapping your hands around the mug. The warmth seeped into your fingers.
IV's eyes flicked up to meet yours. "You still take it the same way, right? Two sugars, splash of milk?"
You nodded, smiling faintly. "You remembered."
"'Course I did," he said, turning back to the stove. "I'm not IIIâI actually pay attention."
You laughed quietly, taking a sip. The coffee was strong, rich, and biting just enough at the edges of your tongue to wake you fully.
For a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the quiet clatter of utensils and the low hum of the air conditioning. The bus rocked slightly now and then, a reminder of the world outside, of fans already waiting beyond the venue gates, of the day ahead.
You watched IV move through the small kitchen, noticing details you hadn't before: the faint scratch in his voice when he hummed under his breath, the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
"Are you always this awake in the mornings?" you asked finally, breaking the silence. The thought had lingered from the previous day.
He glanced over his shoulder, a lopsided grin forming. "Gotta make sure you lot eat something real."
You smirked. "So you're our caretaker now?"
"Someone's gotta be." He turned off the stove and began plating the foodâtoasted bread, eggs, and a bit of fruit on the sideâhis rhythm steady and unbothered. "Besides, you'd all live off coffee if I didn't."
"I think you just like to eat," you teased, leaning back against the small seat and watching him work. There was something comforting about it, the simplicity of his movements, the quiet domesticity of it all. The morning felt soft around the edges, like a pause before everything else began.
When he finally sat across from you with his own plate, he gestured at yours with his fork.
"Eat," he said simply.
You raised an eyebrow. "You're usually not this bossy."
He smirked. "Only when it matters."
The two of you ate in silence, the quiet stretching comfortably between you. Outside, the city was beginning to stir, muffled sounds of traffic and distant chatter bleeding through the bus walls.
You caught IV watching you once, his expression unreadable, something gentle behind his eyes. You didn't say anything, just smiled, and he looked away with a faint shake of his head, his lips twitching in what might've been a smile of his own.
Vessels cloak colors but its like that episode of teen titans where Raven is all those different colors and its bc of the different personalities each has
you wanna talk about freaky songs?? you wanna pick THE freak token song?? it's not sugar, it's not the summoning, it's not even provider. it's alkaline
poetic song, right? really cleverly written with all the science metaphors and shit. surely he's just deeply devoted and in awe of the object of his desire. this album's kinda dark and soulful after all. except you remember how during tomb era, when they'd play this live, he'd thrust very aggressively on "and how it connects to mine"?
cause that kinda changes the picture, and suddenly "I'm dying to melt through to the heart of her molecules/'Til the particles part like holy water" sounds like he wants to smash so hard he splits the atom. like "her design and how it connects to mine" isn't her plans or whatever and how he plays into them, but literally her design, as in. her body and how it goes on his. pussy so good you're permanently altered. pussy so mindblowing you can't tell if she's a blessing or a curse. "not acid nor alkaline" cause it's the perfect ph I Guess
those two sharks (one a taxidermied shark i found on Pinterest and the other a whale shark) were drawn a few days after i came home from my trip to the aquarium. i still have a bunch of photos and footage from that trip, and i didn't even explore the entire place lol.
the grillby drawing was actually me trying something new. i usually stick to one pen when doodling but since hes literally fire, i wanted to try showing how the light reacts with his clothing! feel like i did a pretty good job in all honesty.
that julian drawing might be a full piece, idk hes super pretty and i have a bunch of ideas for him. it would also be a really good drawing to learn drapery.
the chibi's are my favorite part of this entire page, i did them real quick and i really like how they look and i have no clue why lol.
i have been dealing with some wrist issues ive been aiding so this is kinda all i have right now lol.
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