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The humans said "We sent our very best to the stars."

Well we looked at what they sent: And thought, if that's their best, what are their worst like? They were scavengers and opportunists, fast talking con artists, barely restrained psychopaths with mayhem on their mind.

Honestly we were expecting the worst: That 'human' would be a curse word, that we'd have to root them out painfully and banish them back to their dirty heavy world.

But they cleaned up Antichor. They dredged the oceans, got the ecosystem back up, cleaned the mine lakes, remediated the sludge swamps, turned the hulks into gleaming ingots.

"We knew how. We had the experience." They said.

The humans started showing up in the weirdest places. Conflicts of all sorts... and they always had questions. "Why are you doing this? What if tehy did this. What if you did that?" And it was so odd - Within weeks of the Humans showing up, common ground would be found, or reasons to get along would appear.

"Well, we're used to it. We know how to deal with conflict." They said.

And the human liars, dressed in bedazzling clothes, singing and laughing... They spun lies! For entertainment! Of better worlds, and drama, of excitement, of adventure. Thay made such spectacles - Fire in the sky of a thousand colours - smoke and lasers, costumes and music, feats of synchronised movement the Civil Worlds had barely imagined could be performed by any being let lone these strange humans...

"We know how to have a good time!" They said.

When there was a nasty little war of expansion over on the Veran worlds, we thought we'd be barely in time to document the mass graves and the scraps of planetary genocide. Expansion wars are the worst of crimes but what can you do? The settlers who are squatting on the graves of the people who came before aren't usually the ones who ordered the invasion or carried it out. And there's always some justification that can be argued over for centuries: none of which brings the dead back.

We were horrified to find the Human fleet there. Finally proof that the Humans were the worst sort of mercenary.

But the ships had aid: Shelters and food. Medical personnel. And those that did fight did so under strange rules that allowed for surrenders and retreats in good faith.

The Verans talked of the Arnath Invasion fleet: Unstoppable, claiming thier worlds before they even landed, their leaders ranting and cursing those who lived there - But then the Humans arriving like heroes of legend, in flame clad dropships, spending their lives hard, making the Arnath throw incredible effort to get nowhere... Of the mighty Rangers, each one a hero. The Bulwark infantry who wouldn't yield a single step until the civilians had been evacuated. The Medical teams as caring as any, who'd stand and fight as hard as a soldier to protect their patients.

And even before we arrived, the Arnath were losing - Humans arriving on their world and asking "Why?". Arguing with the Archons with the skill of philosophers, litigating on behalf of the Verans with cunning arguments. The clowns and entertainers with unexpected savagery, showing the population their own "heroic" soldiers burning crops and firing on children, turning the population against thier bloody handed leaders.

The soldiers returning, not hailed as heroes, their crimes documented.

"We know these crimes. We won't stand for them." The humans said.

And we started to wonder... what else did they know?

What we know now is... you can always ask the Humans, because they always send their best.

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It's Moons turn to use the single braincell. Please applaud him :)

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Erm, upcoming scene for my Sebastian Solace x Reader fic

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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

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In Search of Flight

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I love these three I think they’re silly

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Sorry I'm a disgusting argelite truther

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hi argelite nation is this anything

lovable hot messes, both of them <3

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Drew my fave HSR ship as a way to get some drawing practice b4 I actually did something else AND a way to get the height chart between the 3,,,, and then it went further bc Argenti decided to be actually pretty stunning.

Boothill has a metal jaw simply bc I’m a fan of the look, Velite is probably apologizing for whatever stupid shit Boothill did, and Argenti is ����

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Hey party people

Did some practicing with my Argenti in my own artstyle (no, i am NOT doing her armour shush)

I love Argenti’s fuckass eyes so much, I’m so sad that no one seems to focus on them very often — the purple and red are so nice with the main green, and her fuckass pupils <3333

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Hi, I wish you well 💙

My family is in a dangerous situation because of this ongoing war and the situation for my brother who suffers from bipolar disorder is very catastrophic. 😞

I need help for my family, can you share my campaign post from my profile? Every donation means a lot to us! 🙏

I appreciate your help. ❤️

has been verified!!

https://www.gofundme.com/f/urgent-help-needed-a-journey-from-gaza-to-safety

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Original design by molenaide

African American Miku! There's a trend on Twitter where people are drawing Miku from different countries and in cultural clothing, and of course, I had to jump on this cute design. 🇺🇸🦅🩵

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lore comic from an smp im in :3c idk if yall like but here . no context for u

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grain and scab

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wrong acc but are they mermdiads

DIE

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I’ve explained my Argenti HCs, but now it’s time for my Velite and Boothill species HCs:

Velite’s species is sort of bird/rodent adjacent — rodent adjacent in the fact that large litters are commonplace. Triplets to quadruplets are common, while twins to single children is less common and almost superstitiously bad. Bird adjacent in the fact that they’re usually brightly coloured, with females actually being the brighter colours of electric yellow to soft green and blue and even rare cases of some pink, and males sporting anywhere from sandy blonde to dark brown to black brown. Some members of his species can have recessive genes, including but not limited to: Vestigial tail, vestigial tail feathers, vestigial feathers around the neck, sharper claws, and/or pupils that can dilate seperate of one another.

Velite can dilate his pupils separately and at will, Wilder has a vestigial tail.

He DOES have some scent glands located on the inner curve of his elbows, but unlike with Argenti, these are NOT for day-to-day communication. These scent glands only produce a strong scent in times of extreme distress and discomfort, usually sending a signal that loosely translates to “FUCK FUCK FUCK FCUL OH MY GO WE’RE DEAD RUN RUN RUUUUN”. Velite theorizes that this scent is what helped Argenti find him while he was stuck in the cave (Argenti never tells him that it was, in fact, Velite’s girlish screams that lead her there)

His species is a prey-gatherer species, being almost entirely frugivorous/herbivorous. Meat is NOT a preferred food, but they CAN eat it in times of hardship/when they are running low on a vital vitamin. Velite likes sweeter fruit the best.

Wearing a choker/neck cover of some sort is usually encouraged by his species, but it’s merely a fashion trend somewhat akin to ye olden days of “GASP, IS THAT AN ANKLE? YOU H A R. L O T”

Unlike the two above, Boothill’s species is NOT scent based in the slightest, and is actually more like Earthen homo sapiens — an ape-like ancestor that eventually evolved to the shape they are today, though his kind’s ancestor could also be considered canid as well. A lot of his species vocalizations are hisses, growls and clicks. By contrast to Velite, Boothill’s species was a hunter species. Most of his diet consisted of meat and roots, and his species usually hunted in great groups. They’d go on hunts for days to weeks at a time and come back with a lot of food all at once.

His nose isn’t strong, and his hearing isn’t sharp — but even before he got his robotic body, Boothill had SCARY good eyesight.

His species are actually weak climbers, but they have ridiculous stamina, even in high chase situations. For comparison Velite can keep up a full on sprint for only 4 minutes, Argenti can sprint for about 2 — Boothill could keep up a sprint for nearly an hour, more now with his robotic body.

Boothill’s species also doesn’t have gendered language, nor a gender binary — both “males” and “females” can bear children, they’re only separated by their ability to grow out their hair. “S’nk” is a member of the species who can only grow their hair to their jaw, “T’chk” is a member who can grow it to their shoulder, “Css’ct” is one who can achieve hip-knee, and “Shr’tck” is for those who can grow it to floor length.

Hair length is important because it’s not just an indicator of health (is it shiny, not shiny, are the strands thick, are they strong), and age (colour, strand strength, flexibility) but also an indicator of sexual maturity (is it still clear, does it bend, has the colour set in yet).

Boothill’s species start out with see through, incredibly fine hairs that eventually set into darker colours — black, brown, sometimes mahogany — the strands thickening to almost the thickness of pencil lead as they get older. Boothill is considered “csst’ct” by his species, though many would also consider him a “S’nk-css” or “Short haired by tragic circumstance” seeing as he lost a lot of his hair after his accident.