Sometimes She Leaves Me Alone, This Venomous Little Serpent. But Far More Often She Entwines My Neck

My Inner Demon

We used to swim the same moonlight waters

Oceans away from the wakeful day

The meaning of mentioned Tarot Arcana:

I envisioned this thing a year and a half ago, when I only started getting acquainted with the band and The Ship. Now I think Jon also gives off some serious Emperor vibes (and as a necessary counterbalance to The Emperor comes The Fool, who among other things represents freedom). But now... now I'm not doing angst. I'm here for some celestial sweetness. For some astral romance if you will (not the second Nightwish reference in one post).

They've been apart for too long.

And I say that's enough [redacted].

By the way, if the real life J&R situation pains you, reading this story will most likely soothe your soul. ♡

Illustration for the fic "Thank you, goodnight!" by @bnejovi, particularly The Hug™ scene from chapter six. ♡♡♡

This is my dream workspace. Let it live at least on paper since at the present time for it there's no way to reality.

This is how it would be if I was an OFC in a self-insert fanfic about my beloved rock band with time travelling to their early years.

80s... Imposed toxic masculinity - sometimes it met some resistance, but much more often it was given up to or just embraced to the fullest. Queer rocker boys forced by their money-hungry management, record labels and rock/metal environment in general to act mAnLiER and to suppress their true self. Despite of delightfully androgynous appearances of 80s bands, when it came to their views, values and everyday life decent part of them were toxicly masculine, sexist, misogynistic and/or homophobic.

What a time to live in (I really love this era aesthetically very much though). And what a time for me to interfere at last with my determined, believing and loving slasher soul.

Some time ago I found a Huffpost interview with Jackie Fuchs of The Runaways where she's telling about sexual assault she had suffered from band's manager Kim Fowley on one of her early days as a Runaway. I drowned in Jackie's tale for a while, and it struck me hard. But I also was very inspired with her strenght and vitality. And, as a result, felt a will to draw her little portrait.

As it should've been expected, pinterest falls another victim to the AI plague.

So if you post anything you create in there, especially art - please find this section hidden in your account settings, and opt out. Otherwise the pins will probably be fed to AI without permission.

In abandoned home a withered plant awaits me.