Nyx's chaos corner

i sometimes make things the only consistant thing about this blog is that i'm the one posting

[shrugsinchinese]

Immense gratitude

[desire-mona]

seriously one of my fav rocky fanart tendencies is when he just looks like this

[birdiehasart]

Mom said it’s my turn to think about Adrian 💚

[whotookquiche]

Silly doodle of Rocky, Grace, and Adrian :)

[graves-yard]

I love the idea that the jewel-y smooth parts of eridians are caused by erosion. Their joints are the most colorful and smooth cause of constant friction of moving around. I think the bottoms of their feet would also be very eroded. Kinda like callouses except like. If it was the opposite.

They are not at all like cute soft little toe beans, but they have a look to them that makes Grace say that.

[yearofdoodles]

Rocky's foolproof prank 🪨😈

- based on this by @stealthetrees

[wildminti]

Rocky was going to say "fans of PHM" but Grace panicked! 🏳️‍🌈

[starspgl]

[bugsnbites]

God can you imagine being Rocky?

You're sick. You recognise the symptoms from your crew, you have radiation poisoning. The astrophages that were protecting you and powering the ship are gone. You couldn't find the leak in time to stop it. And now you're dying out here in space, alone.

The life support systems on the ship are shutting down. Everything is shutting down. Your planet will die– your entire star system will die. They'll never know how close you came to saving them.

You think about Grace. Is his ship dying too? Or is he on his way home, none the wiser to your fate?

Maybe you're fighting until the end, or maybe you've 'made peace' with it.

And then you hear knocking, on the outside of your ship. Furious, desperate banging on the window. Your friend, your lab partner, your first contact, has come back to save you.

Amaze amaze amaze.

[mylo-space]

the scene where Rocky runs off to get a clock, and Grace kinda just stands there waiting and apologizing for talking so much while Rocky bops back into the screen, just chirping away--and we know those aren't idle sounds. it's language. it's Rocky talking, just as much as Grace is talking. Rocky has been so, so alone for so, so long and meets this creature who makes so much noise all the time, and even though they're sort of talking over each other it must be such a comfort to just have something to talk at, to have something talk at him. imagine if Rocky had known that Grace was apologizing for being the sole beacon of sound and life Rocky has come into contact with in five decades.

[shrugsinchinese]

Big ol’ plushie nap

[spielzeugkaiser]

To be fair, Rocky also needed some time to correctly interpret Graces needs- (I also did Grace comforting Rocky here)

[thegreatmelodrama]

A small detail in Dead Poets Society that always stays within my brain is how when Neil goes up to his room, the camera pans to his bed that has his pajamas, a robe, and toiletries have all been laid out for him (presumably by his mom). Neil briefly touches his pajama shirt in a way that has always stuck with me. Because, here, in this moment, Neil is reminded once again that his future has already been laid out for him, that he can’t even choose his own pajamas to wear much less choose what he will do with his life. It’s only further confirmation to him of what he thinks he must do; that the only way to live life on his own terms is by ending it.

Furthermore, this scene contains parallels to that which depicts the night of the first dead poets meeting. In the latter, Neil enters his room to find the Five Centuries of Verse book left by Keating. This is followed by the poets all sneaking out into the night with the same score being used in both this scene and the scene of Neil preparing for his final act. Keating’s book represents freedom and hope and passion, a stark contrast to the pajama laid out for Neil in the later scene. However, one could argue that the crown of thorns, which Neil gravitates to after looking at his folded pajamas, represents a similar, yet different sort of freedom. When Neil places the crown on his head and takes his final bow, he effectively commits himself to the decision to find freedom in the dreams of the eternal sleep that is death.

What appears as a small detail, really holds so much more depth when looked at in a different way.

[cloudabserk]

it wants to be close to me. probably because it is so cold and soft & it knows i am strong and warm

[spoofyleaf]

Little project hai Mary comic bc i can’t get this idea out of my head

[scarlct-vvitch]

grace, who has been alone for five minutes: oh my god. an alien! im not alone anymore! i hope he wants to be friends :)

rocky, coming up on 50 years of solitude, imprinting on grace in ways baby ducklings can only dream of: if you leave me to sleep where i can't watch your heart beat i am blowing up this tunnel with us both in it

[sharkfiinn]

whatever go my little rainbow weird kid rock