if you’re ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!
1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasn’t any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.
2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what they’re breaking down. It’s just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they don’t know what they’re deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.
3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes
it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didn’t rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.
It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.
so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesn’t seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didn’t rot. so you never know! you never know
going to sleep & by sleep. heh. well. let's just say. phone in bed
i never drew v1 before fjskfhksjhf
anyways HAPPY GAY MONTH!!!!
day 6
all love to Martini and Procyon (the blue)
arthur likes cowboys….this is everything to me i hope you all know that. malevolent is such a great and wonderful podcast because somehow someway it’s medieval fantasy right now but also the main character has seen cowboy movies. no. he has seen a specific cowboy movie (with a gay ass title) Four Times? also he tells this fact to the fragment of a god that he shares a body with before he tries and barely succeeds to mount a horse that will soon be named john wayne by a talking skull. what a beautiful world..
since I FINALLY finished a proper ref of Thunderclouds, I thought it would be time to properly introduce him, so, here's this guy's lore:
Distant Thunderclouds is the fourth oldest member of the Eternal Glaciers Local Group (or, the second oldest if we only count the inner group), as he was built not long after Fading Echo was finished. The whole group was built on a tundra, but Thunderclouds specifically was built on the flatter areas as his can was built next to a large void fluid processing facility. He was created to oversee the operations at this facility as well as in his city.
For this reason, his creator, an ancient by the name of Twisted Spine, All Promises Kept (a total douchebag), wanted to make him as efficient as possible. But after the authority in charge of the creation of iterators refused to let Spine alter Thunderclouds's systems officially, Spine became frustrated that his project wasn't going according to his plan. So, instead of going through official channels to modify Thunderclouds's systems to become more efficient (efficiency basically meant a lack of empathy and free will, and the inability to commit any sins to Spine, because he was still a pretty firm believer in the old ancient philosophies and religion), he decided to do the modifications himself in secret. This, however, messed up Thunderclouds's systems pretty bad, as he had already developed the sentience that his creator didn't want him to have, and even attempting to modify it caused Thunderclouds a large amount of pain. After a while, Spine grew more frustrated about the whole situation and started taking his anger out on Thunderclouds, who, at this time, still saw Spine as a father figure, but was slowly starting to dislike not only Spine, but ancients as a whole.
Thunderclouds was also really reserved, and only spoke to most of his local group out of necessity. The only exception to this was Solemn Contemplation, the outer group's senior, who became kind of a mentor/almost a mother figure to Thunderclouds. He eventually managed to find a friend outside of his local group as well, an iterator by the name of Marble Blood, who aided him in finding ways to bypass his city's security protocols, which he would later use.
Still, his relationship with his creator only worsened, to the point where he'd be punished for simply talking to other iterators, as Spine still only cared about him as a tool, and slowly, Thunderclouds became frustrated by his situation, and grew hateful of the ancients inhabiting his city. And when a huge snowstorm disabled his communications for dozens of cycles, and he was blamed for being unable to call for assistance, he decided he had enough. He turned his city's security systems against its inhabitants, which resulted in the death of most of his can's population, including Spine. After the storm cleared, and the ancients of the other iterators' cities realized what happened, Thunderclouds was declared a hazard to the ancients, and his systems were disabled (he basically got his power shut off, causing him to go into a kind of coma).
A long time after all of this, and after the ancients all ascended, was when he finally got reactivated using a neuron that Ten Open Passages created, that he sent using a genetically modified slugcat (the icebound).
(And that's basically all his backstory, cause I don't have anything written down after that, so, that's it for now)
damn it's been a while since i've last posted any of my art. have some revamped ocs, i might post more about em in the future
how do you deal with anxiety ?
i let it fuck me up then i go to bed
yea im on artfight btw -> https://artfight.net/~graydevill
the need to talk about the characters vs the fear that all of my analysis is just empty prose and surface level understanding
have at ye, rainworld oc lore
[PRIVATE COMMUNICATION, ETERNAL GLACIERS LOCAL GROUP]
[PARTICIPANTS: TEN OPEN PASSAGES, DISTANT THUNDERCLOUDS]
DTC: You’re here. I must admit, I’ve been looking forward to speaking with you again.
TOP: Oh, me too! I mean, it’s been quite a few cycles since we last spoke haha. Anyway, how have you been holding up? Being awake again after being dormant for so many cycles must be quite jarring. It would definitely be jarring to me, that’s for sure!
DTC: My systems have mostly been stable ever since I awoke, I would count that as alright.
TOP: Glad to hear that! I’ve been holding up well, too. And how’s your little saviour?
DTC: You just told me that you are holding up well, so-
TOP: Oh, that’s flattering, really, but I meant to ask about the little messenger I sent the neuron with! I must admit I’ve grown quite attached to the creature, and I’m a bit worried about its wellbeing.
DTC: Do not fret, the messenger is fine. But you’re the one I want to thank for restoring me. I can’t even begin to imagine just how much work it must have taken.
TOP: Really, it wasn’t that much! But thank you for thanking me.
DTC: It was much. It was everything to me.
TOP: Really, I’m not the one you should thank! I’m not even the one who created the little messenger. Well, I mean, I did create it, but I got the genetic blueprint from Evo! I barely even modified it, just rewired some neural functions, and-
DTC: I don’t care. You were still the only one who took the incentive to help me. And quite honestly, I still find it baffling why you helped.
TOP: I- I couldn’t just sit by and let you suffer like that. I know the ancients locked you away for penance, or security, or whatever but still. What you did was-
DTC: Horrible and inexcusable. Everyone knows that much. And it’s not a topic I enjoy talking about.
TOP: I’m sorry for bringing it up…
DTC: Don’t be. I have much to thank you for, and the amount of apologies I owe way outnumber yours.
DTC: And thank you again, for everything.
[END OF CONVERSATION]
(I really don't like how the art turned out, but I guess I'll just have to live with it lol. these idiots have been on my brain for a VERY long time now, so I think its about time I put them out in the world)