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Buggy Ilustration

this piece was done in march for the free @buggy-zine

billford animatic i made to the song 'confrontation'! ^^

Soon, we all will be like them

The reason they have one bed, convenient!

It's fun because that's basically our word now

I'm rereading flatland becuase It was the inspiration for Bill cipher's backstory and it's like almost funny how depressing existence in Flatland is. Like they live in a hierarchical govement when your killed if your angels are to unequal. There is a shape base cast system where parents what there kids to be circulars so bad that if there baby's even stand a change they'll put them in this " gymnasium" to prove they and most of the kids die, and worst of all there's no belive in love at least amoung men witch this book is sexiest so that's all that matters. Color has been outlawed. You go to work and you go home in a grey world where nobody loves you the most you can hope is to be born with repect. You know if I lived like that yeah Bill liberate me I'd want to die.

You ever heard swedish ford and bill cipher?

Well, now you have.

storylines about people falling in love with gods, yes, but also the hidden meaning of people falling in love with a personified concept.

sally jackson falling for the tumultuous sea and watching it pull away from her like the tide when she bore it a son. the largest parts of the planet she lives on, once a safe place, and yet she can never seek it out again.

zagreus falling in love with death itself, slowly over time, as he dies over and over, constantly returning just to fight once more. finding peace and love and home in death, as the god of blood and life.

gale dekarios falling in love with magic, constantly feeling like there’s More and Never Enough. gale trying to complete the weave, to appease his lover, and being scorned in both regards. a wizard being punished by magic.

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

“Don’t Work with Death!”

“Don’t work with death, because then you invite it into your house.”

Death is already in my house. Death is everywhere. Death is what decays the plant matter that feeds my garden. Death is what feeds the herbs I use in my spells, for each grows from what died before it.

Death is what feeds my family - death of plants, the death of animals. I would not disrespect the spirits of that which feeds us by ignoring their sacrifice. 

Death is the veil between my ancestors and myself, keeping them at rest and then acting as the gate for them to step into their next life.

When I do hospice work and sit with someone who is accepting their approaching death, I don’t tell them death is something to fear or avoid. I tell them death is the friend that walked beside them, every step of their life, maintaining the balance of the world, and waiting for them with open arms, to escort them to rebirth. 

“Don’t work with death!” 

I would not ignore life’s partner, not for arrogance or fear or ignorance. When I go to my own, I want to greet death with respect, acceptance, and gratitude.