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Who is Anya? For the blind, she is vision. For the hungry, she is the chef. For the thirsty, she is water. If Anya thinks, I agree. If Anya speaks, I'm listening. If Anya has a million fans, I am one of them. If Anya has ten fans, I am one of them. If Anya has only one fan, that's me. If Anya has no fans, I no longer exist. If the whole world is against Anya, I am against the whole world. I will love Anya until my very last breath.
𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣
>>| evening horror 🎃 I decided to make fanArt of one character from creepypasta, I think it turned out to be atmospheric)
({{{:) Eater of Worlds (:}}})
After 10 years of carrying this body of work about cambrian Trilobites as a symbol of time and erosion with me, it manifested in a brief stop in form of a solo exhibition at Dresden's C. Rockefeller Center of the Contemporary Arts.
By the name 'Eater of Worlds', Stephen King's alien monster a.k.a. Pennywise or IT entitles itself to the group of brave children who were fighting it down. Decomposing crustaceans like recent isopods - or Rollie Pollies - are themselves another kind of 'Eater of Worlds' since they take care of many sorts of organic litter by digesting it into fresh soil. The name of the evil alien here turns into an essential and friendly life form maintaining a fragile eco system by consuming the earth's leftovers and thereby creating new recources to keep the weel of life turning.
By accompanying the living species with the long extinct fossil remains of the prehistoric Trilobites, I wanted to give the viewers a playful time-travel-experience and depict a vivid Memento Mori of everlasting (re)production and consumption.
Starting from the bare biological body of the creatures, the artworks in the show are made of several different media and levels of abstraction. The animal finds its latest translation in a text block of emoticons that immitate their body shape. emerged from daily use of text messaging, the highly abundant life form took an evolutionary leap from biological reproduction to endless digital copy and paste.
The exhibtion took place from June 20 until June 30, 2025.
© Tobi Keck + VG Bild-Kunst Bonn, 2025
God I fucking hate Makoto Kagutsuchi so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid baby face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking pants? Who the hell makes a homunculus with purple pants. His dumb flaily fucking twink arms? His shitty, baby bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking VACANT FOREHEAD that no homunculus has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Makoto or a Makoto gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Makoto the fuckshit masked man, I like warm baths". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Izuru Kamukura summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking pink tongue and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking sympathetic villain character in a stupid fucking video game, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the masked dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking mask. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional twink
CopyPaste my lovable bastard
With recent games I was asked about my villain OC and he is kinda the only one I have?? Others aren't really evil (he isn't as well it just takes a long time for him to get to that point, okay?)
So yeah I drew him. Beautiful dangerous gay man uwu
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look what i found :D
ITS A KITTYYYYYYYYYYY ╱|、 (` 、 7 |、˜〵 じしˍ,)ノ