“Mazov had a gentle soul. There was reaction everywhere, no matter how many we killed, there were always more of them. And then there were the setbacks; everything completely collapsed in Revachol. He was just sad. He didn’t think he was a monster.” (Robert Kurvitz: Sacred and Terrible Air, Group Ibex translation)
Discotober 1. - "Sensitive"
let's see how many prompts I can draw before I get tired of it
prompt list made by @ Atropomorphis on twitter in 2021
My late-addition fanfiction to @revacholianpizzaagenda 's Hot Entropolic Summer.
Enjoy.
Station Annihilation
Ancient Reptilian Brain - Ah, brother, at long *last* you have found your way here. Station Annihilation standing at the shore…
You - Oh god, that light...
Ancient Reptilian Brain - That brightness has passed now. Passed you forever.
You – And this burning…
Pain Treshold – Your nerve endings are silent. You don’t understand.
Perception – Only a few vague sensations reach you. Like a half-forgotten smell.
Half Light – Oh, fuck fuck fuck. Fucking hell!
You – (with a sinking feeling) Hold on, what is happening?
Logic – The nuclear bomb. His Innocence spoke the truth then.
Rhetoric – Of course he did. That is what Innocences *are*.
Ancient Reptilian Brain – Nothing is happening anymore, Harry-Boy. All what remains now is the final dimming. The last desperate flutterings of images…
Ancient Reptilian Brain – As cascading nova’s they flare and fall back down again, swallowed by the rising darkness.
Perception – The roasted sausages wafting. The light angling from the office’s windows at you. The shadows slipping through the Burnt-Out Quarter. The piss-smell crawling from a corpse’s pants. The sun reddening on the forget-me-not motif on the church’s steel spire. The noise hissing through the night.
Ancient Reptilian Brain – Gone *forever*.
Encyclopedia – Holes multiply in the world. They corrupt your vast stores of knowledge. White noise spills in.
Inland Empire – Greying Elysium…
You – Elysium... I can’t go. I can’t abandon the world.
Ancient Reptilian Brain – There is *nothing* to cling on. Below yawns the chasm and all matter around you has been blasted to brittle stone, falling apart at the softest touch.
Empathy – A multitude of Man washes away. But you still hold on the faces you love.
Shivers - YOU ARE DYING. I NEED YOU. KEEP ME ON EARTH.
You – But is he okay? Is Kim okay?
Espirit de corps – You have no idea. An absence beside you. You don’t know the code for that.
You – But this can’t be! I can’t be dying! He needs me! The city –
Shivers – An indescribable carnage rages. The trees that are not radioactive heaps of ash lie shattered as if a giant hand cracked them. A dog is howling. Its sound rises up with the heat. The coast lies splattered with the seagulls that had flown inland.
Shivers – Between the burnt reeds, long spindly arms and legs lie still.
Inland Empire – The Age of Miracles has been murdered. Killed in its cradle.
You – No.
Shivers – The ash of the dead rains down on the streets and on the struggling. Snuffed out, Couron’s lights stand like teeth cavities. Some who lived further off the impact are covered in shards. They whimper as their eyes bleed. Others who lived closer are covered in fire. They scream.
Shivers – But even now, the city is marshalling what it can. Survivors in Martinaise stagger out of their houses where their world went down crashing around their ears. Through the irradiated air some hurry to the wounded and try to pull them free.
Shivers – The hospitals of Central Jamrock and Boogie Street have thrown open their doors and struggle to organize the influx of wounded, dying and volunteers. Above the great pillars of the raised motorway 8/81 in the Eminent Domain, the lorry drivers abandon their schedules and desperately race to places where they can provide aid.
Shivers – And –
You – …and?
Shivers – And nothing but silence.
Half Light – IT IS COMING.
You – This is not fair. Nothing of this is. Fucking *nothing*.
Volition – Harry – I am so sorry. We lost the world.
Volition – But not your love for the world. That, you have *held* on.
Volition – And that is how you still can face oblivion. How you can still clench your fists in wordless anger. Don’t crumble. Don’t look away.
Conceptualization – A fire sputtering against the void. You are the fury.
Ancient Reptillain Brain – Hear the choo-choo, Harry? The train is now cha-cha-ing. Seawater is rushing over the wheels. We *go* together, brother.
My personal take on portraits of Sacred and Terrible Air characters.
Months ago I had a whole concept for these but I never finished it, the anniversary is a good excuse so I'm sharing them as they are.
Tereesz: An average haircut even though I always imagine his hair all messed up, so I'm not convinced with this hair style. I know he doesn't have freckles anymore but I think they are a good representation to the soft side he still has in him. Blue for the ICP agent.
Khan: Don't have much to say about this one, the color scheme is mandatory. I wanted him to look nice but it came out not as happy as I expected, but maybe that fits him better.
Jesper: A broken white square for the cube designer. White and clean, fake smiles are hard to portray. I also think black and white are a good representation for the two sides of his personality, the one he shows and the real one.
Salesman: Since his identity is a mistery and he only exists in narrations of the past I wanted it to look like a blurry resume picture.
Malin: Did it as soft as I could, I wanted it to look like a summer memory being washed away by the pale.
Self-Chiller: He stands out so much to me compared to every other character for obvious reasons. Looking at this one next to the others the contrast is not than I wanted but if I look at it alone I still like it.
this is like basically the history of elysium right
notes and og image below the cut lest I post an untrimmed essay once more
don't ask me what this is I found it on twitter the same day hot entropolic summer was announced so unfortunately it meant I had to do it. I also apologise for putting DE in the sacred and terrible air fanfest but it was necessary for the shitpost. Grins
ambrosius design from tereesz-machejek (ty to laughingpineapple for providing ^^)
jesper and tereesz designs from tubrasko (I love their designs so much :D but they didn't post them on tumblr. Frowns)
khan design from laughingpineapple (i think ? i had images in my brain for him but i cant remember how long they were there for)
ok so ermm. Smiles. I drew those first two panels and then was like. what do I even put in the last panel. so I didn't work on it until a few days ago i think when I saw Wander posted their designs for the PJOL boys in the DE discord and I was like. Wow ! We could make an image out of this! i love them so much their designs are SO catered towards me personally. also I wanted to draw that scene anyway so
it's VERY obvious this was rushed to get it out on time (and then I didn't even get it out on time LOL) but whatever. I drawed a funny. Smiles
i was gonna put this under a readmore under my ACTUAL hot entropolic summer post but. yeah. didn't get it done on time. lol
I held Graad gently, like an architect holds districts of
panel-houses…” Rows of grey boxes crackle in Ignus’s chest, like
a window into history. “Like matchboxes in the palm of your hand."
- Robert Kurvitz: Sacred and Terrible Air, Group Ibex translation
what if i was a decaying rock star and you were the memories made cytoplasm of a communist revolutionary and we had a dialogue in which i stood for nihilism, what will destroy the world, and you stood for communism, or hope in humanity, that which will revive it
I had other plans for Hot Entropolic Summer that ended up not getting realized (yet), but I still want to celebrate, so here are some pjõl Discord emojis I've made in the past but haven't posted! Happy Sacred and Terrible (10th) Airnniversary!
janainaart
turnnoffyourmind
vaporwave
2087
pixelskylines
andulkaphoto
