Get out

[nopanamaman]

ferry, my sixteen year heart was barely holding up against 20 year sergei, WHY YOU GOTTA MAKE 17 HIM SO HOT??? *coughs* anyway could I have another doodle of 17 year sergei *cough* *cough*

couldn’t have phrased that in a thirstier way but ok

[nutric]

I'm getting the feeling this kitchenware artifact may be older than Sasha.

[nopanamaman]

me, offering Sergei flowers: I love u daddy

nice job you failed his route

[nutric]

If it were in the style of Detroit: Become Human

[nutric]

The one true chart

Question this and you’re a dead man

[limemadness-deactivated20220224]

something i've realised a while ago

erm so there was a pretty old post on ferry’s blog (that’s it: https://nopanamaman.tumblr.com/post/182407148046/hows-yuras-family-like)

and it had this two words in one paragraph

so of course one of the fans misunderstood it and wrote this

and ferry answered (with supposedly comedic doodle)

so no worries huh?

but I can confidently say - in fact yura has a very high potential to become a stalker in that very sense and here’s the proof!

1) so firstly the relationships table and some statements of ferry themselves which show suspiciously strong affection of yura towards katya (it’s not about romance btw)

just look at this! everyone have pretty normal attitude towards another (like ’cool big bro’ or mysterious ‘???’) but yura’s just ‘I thInK I nEEdEd YoU’ he actually sounds like some creep or addict

how much you need to attach to a person whom you’ve known TWO WEEKS ONLY to open up to them better than to the best friend you’ve probably known MINIMUM A YEAR (it can be explained by katya’s similarity with anya but you know it’s going beyond already)

i know friends are important and stuff but THEIR RELATIONSHIPS LITERALLY CHANGED FROM PARENTAL AND WARM TO SOMETHING HORRIFYING JUST BECAUSE OF KT WTF

i don’t even need more proofs it’s just pretty obvious i think for all of us: yura REALLY likes katya a lot

ok we are done here let’s move on!

2) so we have an ordinary stalker’s inherent crush now but what about actual violent behaviour?

ok i think we’re done here too!

3) the most powerful and undisprovable evidence of ‘yura’s a yandere’ theory of mine

for someone who doesn’t know heathers: JD is a psychopath, abusive to his girlfriend and a school shooter. he killed about three people and was determined to blow up an entire school. i think the fact that ferry can see simularities between yura and JD is already something, even if it’s just a joke or can be included in second paragraph as proof of violent behavior but i think it’s actally worse than anything above??

so that’s it folks i know it’s just a theory so don’t take it too seriously! but i would like to listen your opinions, agreements and disagreements about it soo

so now it’s the final question

who are you trying to trick @nopanamaman?

[nopanamaman]

damn

[nutric]

Only thing I thought of reading this wall of text

[nutric]

April

Despite the earliest onset of Spring the relentless sun was already hard at work, melting the enormous piles of snow accumulated on the city streets. Entire roads had already turned into wide gushing rivers, bustling and overflowing in crystal clear torrents to pour into the maws of bottomless ravines and fissures.

Above them, like ancient stalactites from the skeletal remains of leaning skyscrapers, gargantuan icicles slowly dripped in small showers that tip-tapped upon the wet snow and ice all around. Occasionally one of these giants would finally give in, breaking off to plummet into the hulks of abandoned cars in an echoing thunder of bent steel and shattered ice.

Whether under some anomalous influence, the composition of the water, or something else entirely, the empty window frames and shopping stalls have been filled with the purest of ice sheets, turning into arrays of great prisms that shot countless rays of dispersed light as it dazzled and reflected upon nearly every surface.

Slowly and carefully the two of them threaded along these melting roads, the city around them transformed by the passing season of bitter cold and endless blizzards into a tranquil and undisputed domain of ice. Now and again he'd turn to find her gawking at the radiance around them, eyes darting and tiny lips parted in awe, no matter how often he'd remind the girl to be on full alert and call her out.

As much as he enjoyed this time of peace and spectacle, the anxiety of what was yet to come kept gnawing at him.

In the days before the coming winter he cherished a deep and strong hope that the cold season would be their salvation - that the endless, bloody horrors would finally give in, if not to their fire and metal, then to the withering embrace of cold and the onslaught of biting snow. When the first blizzards struck he was more than happy to find mounds upon mounds of their petrified corpses filling the streets, their lifeless eyes of glass cracked and plates of metal armor weighed down by tombs of ice. Only the most resilient and prodigious of the abominations remained, easily put down as they struggled and slumbered with their frozen muscles.

But as he walked along these halls of blinding light and crystal prisms as if through a wondrous fairytale land, he could sense the putrid terror waking up below them.

For once, as they were well-fed and rested and healthy, he found his mind's reach stronger and greater than ever before. Through the aether he could easily sense and discern the heartbeat of any living thing several street blocks ahead of them. As expected, the palace of ice was nearly desolate save for some small alien critters here and there.

But with each and every step he took, a distant cacophony of a thousand heartbeats would emanate throughout the flow. They were frequent and low, like some distant war drums starting off a menacing battle rhythm. He could feel them beneath his own feet as if it were the buried dead demanding to be let go of the suffocating grasp of ice and concrete.

He had long since figured out that they had never left the city, nor was the cold enough to get them all. They simply retreated below, down into the remains of sewers and the sprawling cobweb of the metro, to claim that darkness as their own and turn the lifeless tunnels into living, pulsing veins. Down there they bred and slept in the warmth of their countless putrid breaths, patiently waiting for the prison of ice above to finally set them free.

Give it a few more days he thought. A week at most and the first wave of the hungering swarm will burst out of those tunnels like the abominable and mindless newborns that they are. The two of them would have to go back into hiding, forced to scour through these streets by mere inches in the dead silence of pitch black nights as they had in the warmer seasons before.

For once he envied the girl’s blissful ignorance, her steps wide and confident as she admired the temporary sights in silent awe ahead of him, the eyes of the deepest blue never once falling to the ground.

[nutric]

Secret fusion by @nopanamaman

[nopanamaman]

просто рандомные размышления-комплименты твоему творчеству! <3 ・ твоя музыка почти всегда отдаёт металлом + ещё чем-то тяжелым (в основном она водянистая грязная или земляная) ・ мне интересно случайно это получается или нет но на твоих артах куча мелких черточек которые создаю атмосферу рисунка ・ мне кажется что в реальности ты производишь впечатление весёлого и пугающего челика но глубоко в душе ты стесняшка и любишь мягкое мороженое с карамелью ^_^

ути какая прелесть:,) 

@nutric насколько правдиво это описание 

насколько я пугающий челик

(черточки, кстати, рисую специально - добавляют текстуры!)

TL: just some random thoughts/compliments about your art! <3・your music almost always has that metal + some other heavy vibe to it (it’s mostly watery muddy or earthy)・i don’t know if it’s intentional or not but your art has a lot of those short little lines which give your drawings atmosphere ・ i think irl you give off an impression of a fun and scary dude but deep down you’re a shy bean and love soft caramel ice cream^_^

A: aw that’s precious:,)

@nutric how accurate is this description

how scary a dude am i

(the little lines are fully intentional btw - they add texture!)

[nutric]

Веселый? Безусловно.

Пугающий?? Да ты вообще безобидный человек.

Предпочтения мороженого засекречены.

TL: Fun? Without a doubt.

Scary?? You’re absolutely harmless.

Ice cream preference classified.

[architectureofdoom]

Housing complex “Kukuruza”, Minsk, Vladimir Pushkin, 1982. Photo: Stefano Perego

[nopanamaman]

Yura toon my chocolate bar and he won't give it back and I think I'm just going to use my non-existent blackmail to get it back. Curse him being taller than me. I bruised his shin though

[nutric]

His hand is smiling at me and I don't like it one fucking bit I'm about to call the goddamn lab team on this rat

[nutric]

Ambush

Ears ringing and his vision all blurry, Yura was slowly coming back to his senses. His burned legs ached and screamed for respite as he was slowly dragged along the sharp pebbles and gravel. Ahead of him, the dusty road they had walked upon only moments before had become a fiery river of fire, the inferno of the enraged anomaly gradually engulfing the charcoal-black buildings that lined the wide street. Through the roar of the flames he could barely recognise human voices, shouting and calling and cursing from somewhere behind them, followed by the cracking of an occasional gunshot.

By the time he and his saviour were out of the burning hellscape, the boy’s consciousness was slipping away once more. He would wake up only hours later, in the safety and care of their group’s campsite, screaming and gasping as if he were still on that damnable road.

As lucky as he was to get away with but a few burns, the final images would haunt him still for many nights to come: the sight of their group leader’s lifeless body sprawled in the middle of the road, the old man’s countenance frozen in wide-eyed terror just as the bullet found its mark right in his forehead. And the surrounding flames kept crawling, growing stronger, ever closer.

And he was close enough. Close and conscious enough to watch the poor man’s face begin to run like viscous wax.

[nutric]

IT SPEAKS TO MY HEART AND MY EYES AND MY EARS. IT TWISTS INTO MY MIND AND COLOURS MY SIGHT. I AM INSPIRED.

[nutric]

I WATCH THROUGH RAIN-WASHED EYES

[nutric]

Мозг

Опсь Опсь

[nutric]

And just like that, you're alone again. A mask lies crumpled on the ground. A street or more away, you hear a Master's fluting voice. "All shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well! The Bazaar has promised us, my dears. The Bazaar has made so very many promises."

[nutric]

Things like these aren't simply born

They are shaped

They are enhanced

They are perfected

[nutric]

The girl is but a facade.

An auxiliary shell to enclose a living, malfunctioning weapon.

A weapon that must be fed.

And if it hungers for too long..

[nutric]

Reactive shields. Hazmat armor. Modular weapons.

That was no regular police force.