Sometimes I Like To Imagine An Alternate Universe Where The Dsmp Members Weren't...yk...and They Eventually

the biggest freaks in Imperial China

I HATE THESE GUYS

Yhs grian as haruhi fujioka

He's adorable

AGHHH MY STORAGDEEENDNSNSBDJJSNXNSN

WHAT IS THAT?????? 175???????? *cries in 32gb phone* *cries in potat phon* JDJENSIDJSISJEN

Wrong maru TvT eheh

He’s so me fr…

Literally i have become him

Ddvau by the wonderful @kitsuneisi and @maru-iru !!

Phrasing Jimmy, phrasing

- Ranchers in the rain -

A DDVAU fancomic ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

I Love them sm aaaaaahhh

Its been raining all week where I live so I drew this <3

If you havent allready go read ddvau DoubleHearted by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11, they are so talented!

He looks like a carrot

Here's a Tango of the Tek variety ^^

I love drawing this guy :]

Alternate version:

Grian aha-gain!!!

Honestly fascinating how much The Lifers dehumanize themselves.

They so often see themselves as monsters, curses, weapons, rabid animals, assets, currency, anything but people.

Lives are currency, bodies are only as important as they are useful, every word they speak, every breath they breathe, they think of themselves in bargaining power and viability and use.

They cut off parts of themselves, it's okay, it won't be permanent. They push down their feelings and desires, because honoring them won't get you anywhere. They die. They wake up again.

Something puppets them, strings that can't be cut. There is no agency in this place, they are always on stage.

Something opens its mouth to devour them. They are livestock off to slaughter, their very emotions cuts of meat.

Something won't let them leave, traps them behind invisible glass. Bug taxidermy, butterfly wings pinned to a wall.

There's something inherently dehumanizing in the mere concept of the games. There is no end, there is no way out, there is no choice. You will kill, and you will bleed, and you will die, and They will feast on your performance, and you will wake up to kill again.

How can you keep seeing yourself fully as a person through that? How can you not start to look in the mirror and see a sharpened blade made for killing, or a puppet dancing on stage, or butterfly wings pinned to the wall, or livestock to slaughter?

This world is one that poisons the mind, destroys the body, and steals the soul.

going from watching the life series from joel's perspective to grian's is actually such whiplash.

joel's videos are a comedy or, at the very most, a tragic comedy. his traps all suck, he's already on red, he's so in love with his wife and is in a homoerotic relationship with his teammates. he jumps three blocks to injure himself because it'll hurt grian too and he's just that petty. he shoehorns in bucket clutches and speed bridging any second he gets. his pvp skills are unmatched but every conversation he holds has a 70% chance of being the awkwardest thing you've heard all day.

and then you get to grian and it's a genuine tragedy where there is no escape from the narrative. grian is constantly counting his time, his hearts, his lives. he is maximizing every second he has, strategizing every little thing to try to win despite his first victory being so bitter. he has the highest kill count and everyone he swears to protect dies. he is desperate to latch onto the next person so he is anything but alone but his status as game master isolates him from everybody anyway. it only gets worse as the seasons continue.