Kaspar Khan Kain - Tumblr Posts
As promised here's my musings on Capella and Khans duty driven lavender marriage
victor week is the only time i’m alive and boy am i living
ok here is my penance for last pic 😔 sketchy bc my hand is tired
just inherited the earth. not too thrilled about it tbh.
playing around with some +5 years character designs concepts and headcanons...
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[On the top of the stairs] - Pathologic 2
a boy and a girl met and they talked about the future.
more pathologic because my life revolves around the game now.
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quatre milliards de pitchouns orphelins dans cette ville c'est vraiment terrible. dans quel monde vit-on.
Ok one (1) more follow up to my khan/capella post
судьба нас ждет
happy new year from town-on-gorkhon ⛄️
То неловкое чувство, когда гет тебе в Море нравится только узаконенный. То неловкое чувство, когда тебе вообще феодалы нравятся, хаха.
imagine. youre the youngest kid in a rich family, the son at that. pretty much the best thing to be, right? well no actually. your mom dies either after your birth or before it or sometime around that time. you decide to spend your days in the big tower they built for her with some other kids. you become their leader due to your status as the child of that family. you dont talk to your dad and he doesnt attempt to talk to you either. you dont really leave the tower but the other kids sometimes do. one day, you overhear two of them whispering. you can tell its about your dad. you step inbetween, arms crossed with a menacing look. "what are you two talking about" you ask, as serious as you can make your voice sound at twelve years old. one doghead looks at the other, who shrugs in panic. the first doghead raises his head to (probably) look at you. "sorry- its just that-" "your dad. its about your dad", the second one interrupts. your nose scrunches involuntarily. you hate your dad. "he... he looks. gendernonconforming as fuck". your eyes bulge. a scream older than everyones years in the polyhedron combined escapes your throat. "YOURE INSANE"
we don't talk about [the painful and almost immediate dissolution of our respective gangs as enemy entities following the end of the world-as-it-once-was, the harrowing re-conceptualization of ourselves as intricate to the town and not strangers within it, and the needed peace to be made with the place(s) we now have to inhabit as the world spins on regardless of our grief]. ride's a can of vegetable soup or a breadloaf pay up.
✧ Alpha Crucis & Beta Crucis
illustrations I made for pathoask!! again, no-text version, I'm too lazy to translate
HELLO pathologic community. i have ARRIVED
the earth, the knots, the stone yard
it’s a story about an icy prince and a crystal flower