#beastsona

self portrait lowkey

Hey, everybody! I finally finished my precious...!

Their name is Arian, and they're a mix of raven harpy and a nephilim with ram horns. They're inspired on my own zodiac sign, Aries, where I incoorperated it on the horns and the fluffy hair to give that flaming feel since Aries is of fire element.

I did them gender neutral because... honestly that's how I saw more fitting. I was like "in both male and female looks good but having two versions is a bit much..." and there you have it.

And yes. You're allowed to simp for them!

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My new Beastsona! (dont worry, Raven isnt going anywhere ^^) Her name is Chaos, Shes a side comfort character that I like to draw on my free time! 

Here’s an older sketch of my character Aerostopheles.

Kiara questioned, your love is mine, it is for me. I am the universe, and you love me.   Kama questioned, your love is yours, it is from me. I am the universe, and I love you. 

I question, your love is yours, it is not mine. I will make a new universe for us, but do you love yourself?

….You already know the answer. You know what the answer should be. Are you able to do it? Are you able to look at how hard this universe is and love yourself? Or would you like me to make a new one for us, for us to love ourselves, radically, indulgently, revolutionarily? And if I did would you love yourself regardless? Would you love yourself if this world was even harder than the next? 

…My survival parameters come from the greatness of my self-love. I can not die because my love for myself is too intrinsic, it is too great. But I do not cultivate this self love out of anything but hatred for how hard the world is. 

I want to love myself in a world that is kind to us. Well, Master of Chaldea? Will you stop me like the other beasts? Or will you wait to see what kind of universe I create? When I crack open the shell from the inside out, and hatch us into the greater existing universe, where even a passing thought can create an alternate dimension, where the simple rule of ‘if you thought it, it now exists’ dominates all laws of conceptual magic, will you peek outside and cut yourself on the jagged edges, or will you die inside of the shell? 

Megalomaniacal? 

No, I won’t deny that… Self-love does turn to narcissism sometimes. I can’t trust that you trust me enough to believe that this is truly my attempt to fix everything… But if you think it’s a punishment, you’re permitted to drink my curses, choke on them, until you understand why this is what I must do…