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How much corn does the average ultramarine eat?

How's the granary reports going?

Do you have any idea just how much corn we need to produce and distribute for the Imperium to survive a single day

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Welp. No more drawing for the day. The creachur demands her own screen time

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Workin’ on something very cool!

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Can’t decide if I’m gonna finish this or not…

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Apparently space marine armor is hard to make expressive 😭

But I’m havin fun

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I cannot shake the thoughts of @would_btw ‘s cow hybrid au over on the bird app

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Working on something sad. Some recent… experiences have informed Peggy and König’s story

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Hallo! I was wondering if we could get some more Peggy and König content? I love them so much 💕

Hello dear! I’ve been having a rough time of things and haven’t been able to do much drawing, but please take Sunday Morning Pancakes until I can get something with more substance done <3

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I’ve missed drawing Klingons too 🥺

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Human!Reader being traded to Fae!Price to keep the peace. Like I heard once in ancient China, actual royal daughters wouldn't be married off, other girls would be married in their place, so maybe reader's parents volunteered her to be married instead of the king's beloved daughter?

see you perfectly get me 😩😩 i hope you don’t mind me using this as a chance to yap <3

The fae had no love for you.

You had known this from the moment you stepped into the obsidian palace, its towering spires slicing through the mist-laden sky like blades. You had been dressed in human silks then- pale, delicate, and utterly wrong in a court where darkness was beauty, where even the air shimmered with otherworldly grace. The moment you crossed the threshold, every gaze in the room had cut into you, assessing and dismissing in the same breath because not a single one of them wanted a human amongst them- least of all as their queen.

The words had not been spoken aloud, but you had felt them all the same, woven into the murmurs that rippled through the court. They had expected the human king’s beloved daughter (even if they would have hated her all the same), a princess groomed for diplomacy, raised in luxury. Instead, they had been given you- the daughter of an unimportant noble, a substitute barely trained in courtly graces but more than capable with ink and parchment, a woman who had spent years buried under the work the princess refused to do.

They had not wanted you.

And neither, it seemed, had your husbands.

King John Price, your husband, had barely acknowledged you beyond what duty required. He had spoken the vows in the old tongue, words and sounds you could never hope to replicate with a human tongue, and sealed the marriage with a kiss so fleeting it barely brushed your lips, then turned away to his own husbands- also yours, but they weren’t kings, so no kiss was required between you and them.

(The concept was still so strange to you. Humans practiced monogamy at the very least, in public- yet you had learned fae cared very little for such things.)

They were his advisors; Johnny, Simon, Kyle, and they were no different. They were powerful men, sharp as the wind over the mountains, and just as untouchable.

You were an outsider, a human intruder in a world where every glance from you was considered an insult, every word a nuisance.

They did not mistreat you, no. They simply ignored you, and you told yourself that it was worlds better than being hurt anyways… even if the loneliness hurt.

And so you threw yourself into the work. The human princess had forced all her duties on you for years, and it was no different here- except now it was fae treaties, fae disputes, fae taxes, all of which they happily let you drown in. You handled it all without complaint. The paperwork was easier to deal with than the loneliness. And if they noticed the way you handled the endless the endless paperwork that the court so conveniently let pile up on your desk, they gave no indication.

You were a human among fae. And in their eyes, that made you insignificant.

Your days blurred together in a haze of ink-stained fingers and stiff-backed chairs, the weight of the crown heavier than you had ever imagined. It might have continued that way- silent, distant, suffocating- if not for the day the Queen Mother descended upon you.

She despised humans. You could see it in the way she sneered at you, the way she spoke as if addressing something beneath her. But she was old, cunning, and- unlike her son- unwilling to let a political marriage go to waste. She had entered your chambers one evening without announcement, her presence crackling in the air like a brewing storm.

For a long moment, she had said nothing. And then:

"You look human."

You had stiffened at her tone. It was not a compliment.

"That is your first mistake."

She had circled you then, her gaze stripping you bare. "The court despises you. My son ignores you, as do his husbands- they do not even see you. Why?"

You had swallowed, resisting the urge to drop your gaze. "… Because I am human."

A flicker of a smile, cold and knowing. "No, child. Because you make no effort to be anything else. You are no longer within humans.”

That night, your wardrobe was stripped away- every pale gown, every soft fabric, every piece of jewelry that marked you as human. In their place, the Queen Mother had garments brought in that dripped with fae elegance.

Your dresses were no longer delicate, but sharp—cut to flatter the lines of your body, corseted to perfection, woven with fabrics darker than midnight and embroidered with silver-threaded fae flowers that shimmered when they caught the light. Your silks no longer billowed, but clung, whispering around you like shadows given form.

Your jewelry transformed you further. Earrings that mimicked the elongated points of fae ears, tapering into elegant curves. Rings shaped into sharp, clawed talons that gleamed when your fingers moved. Tiaras twisted into the illusion of horns, their dark metal twining like the antlers of the fae lords. Even your hair was adorned with woven fae flora, petals shifting as though alive.

When you stepped before the mirror, you barely recognized yourself.

You were still human. But you no longer looked like prey.

The court noticed first. The whispered mockery did not cease, but it changed- less scornful, more wary. Some sneered that you were playing dress-up, but others looked twice, their gazes lingering in ways they never had before.

Your husbands were slower to react, but when they did, it was irreversible. It was the point of no return- even if you did not know it at the time. Did not once suspect this had been the Queen Mother’s plan from the start.

Johnny cracked first.

One evening during another dinner where you were supposed to be ignored once more, as you reached for a goblet, he caught your hand- his calloused fingers brushing the rings now shaped like talons. His thumb grazed over the curved metal, blue eyes flicking up to yours with something thoughtful, something curious.

“…This suits you, lass."

A simple statement. But his touch lingered a moment longer than necessary. You did not allow yourself to think more of it, as he eventually turned away from you and returned to ignoring you.

Kyle was next. It was not the rings he noticed, but the way the darker fabrics shaped you, the way the fae silks whispered around your form when you moved. His sharp gaze assessed you, and when you met his eyes, he hummed- low and appreciative.

"Fascinating."

Simon was the hardest to read, but you caught the way his head tilted slightly when you walked past him, the way his gaze lingered on the flowers adorning you, unreadable but lingering. He did not speak on it. He never did speak to you, not eveb now. But he watched.

And for the first time since your marriage to John, he truly looked at you; not past you. Not through you. But at you.

The next time you stood before him, spine straight, chin lifted, cloaked in the elegance of the fae, John leaned back in his seat, exhaling slowly. His eyes raked over you in quiet thoughts, but there was something different this time- something sharper, darker.

You had changed.

And the court had noticed.

He had seen the way the nobles looked at you now- the way their gazes lingered too long on the curve of your throat, the bare skin exposed by the daring cut of your gown. The way their admiration had shifted, no longer dismissive but hungry. Once, they had sneered at your presence, insulted by the mere thought of a human in their midst. Now, they sought your attention, vying for your favor with soft smiles and murmured compliments.

It soured something in him.

His fingers curled against the armrest of his throne, a slow, thoughtful movement. He knew he had no right to feel this way. He had ignored you first. Had dismissed you, had treated you as a necessity rather than a wife. And yet-

He did not like the way they looked at you.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the way the others reacted as well. Kyle’s jaw was tight, his gaze sharp whenever a noble leaned too close. Johnny had grown restless, the usual brightness in his eyes dimming whenever he caught another fae whispering to you, their voices dipped too low. And Simon was a shadow at the edge of the room, silent, unmoving, but his cold stare was a warning, his claws tapping idly against the hilt of the dagger at his belt.

They saw it, too.

You were theirs.

And now, far too many in this court seemed to be forgetting that.

John’s grip on the chair tightened before he forced himself to relax, schooling his expression back into something unreadable.

Well, he may have been a neglectful husband to you in the beginning… but no time better than the present to fix his mistake.

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I have fallen in love with @would-btw’s dukedom au over on the bird website. I wanted to see Simon feeling more comfortable during his pregnancy, safe and loved.

I had a ton of fun working on this, but don’t ever ask me to do a patterned fabric again XD

All the flowers on Simon’s dress have meanings, btw :)

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Hot draft horse centaurs in your area!!!

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OP I saw your vision. I hope I’ve lived up to it! I’d love to hear more of this au!! Ghost is an absolutely massive shire boy, and I made Soap a Clydesdale because that breed originated in Scotland, which I did not know. And I made reader an akhal-teke because unicorn legends first originated in the Middle East. If you’ve never seen one of these horses, look it up. They look like irl unicorns!!

Hear me out, my dudes/my gals/my stars

Unicorn!Reader x Shire!Simon x Kelpie!Soap

Reader who’s the prettiest fucking thing Simon has ever seen — eyes shining, the glossiest hair he has ever encountered and he knows that such pretty things are not for the likes of him.

But he can’t help but stop his work, coming closer to the fence — all heavy bulk and rolling muscles, deceptively soft steps as he watches you.

“A bit lost, luv?”, he hums out, licking his cracked lips when you turn to him, his breath stalling because well, fuck him, that’s an actual unicorn. Not just a pretty thing, are you?

You don’t come close, watching him out of the woods, even your skin glowing and god, he can bet his left arm you are soft as a cloud to the touch.

He can bet you will look so so good under him. With him.

Simon tilts his heavy head to the side, huffing out air, splintered lips curling upwards. Skittish. It’s good that you are careful, would want to make it too easy for him, would ya?

And then there’s Soap — unruly power and raw hunger and no fucking manners whatsoever, surfacing out of the lakes and streams, always a little too close for your comfort, always ready to invade your space.

Getting you closer and closer to the water, his carefree demeanour just as deceptive as Simon’s softness.

“Ye wound me, bonnie. Ah never would’ve done anythin’”, he swears when you bristle and step back into safety of the woods, his eyes on you so fucking hungry, his eyes never leaving you.

Soap can smell you a mile away, can feel you coming with a sixth sense, always there whenever you need to drink. Or wash, for that matter.

Soap who can also smell someone else’s scent mingling with yours, brows furrowing. Who’s there trying to take what’s his? Not fair, he was here first, he saw you first, he’s getting you first.

But Simon is bigger and Simon is heavier and Simon is older — glare as heavy as his kick is.

Soap just might be in love.

Might continue later

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Everyone say hello to dragon grandpa!! I’ve really missed drawing and thinking about my Gorn Trek OC :)

The Gorn have been done dirty in the new Trek shows. The concept of Star Trek, at its most basic, has always been to teach tolerance by example. Every time there has been a “villain” species, we are unequivocally shown that they are neither a monolith, nor are they evil.

The Klingons may be proud and brutal, but they also have a rich culture, and by learning to understand them and treating them with the dignity they seek (and perhaps deserve in many cases) they can be passionate allies and friends.

The cardassians tend towards corruption and their culture encourages oppression of others. They conquer, pillage, and kill, but through the actions of individuals, we see that the Cardassians are a people broken by their own systems, not a people innately morally evil. And the actions of those individuals within their corrupt institutions have helped many who suffered under Cardassian tyranny, even if only a little.

The Ferengi are another example of a people trapped by their own systems. Their culture encourages greed, overindulgence and profit while avoiding all the consequences possible. But once more, individuals within this system are shown to be more moderate, or become more moderate, and this begins improving the state of their empire. They are capable of change, and that change is being influenced to become more equal, less destructive, and more cooperative without promise of reward.

There are no true evil species in Star Trek’s prime timeline (unless they come from the mirror universe, and even that is debatable). So… what the hell happened to the Gorn???

The only thing we knew about them from their first appearance was that they wanted to defend their space from invasion by aliens, and they were stubborn about it to the point of being unreasonable. We also learned that at least their captain was a brutal and dangerous warrior who seemed to enjoy the challenge of fighting Kirk man to man. How is that any different from the Klingons, whose species started out as literal space terrorists in TOS, but were later developed into a rich and beautiful warrior culture? The basic premise has the potential to build a narrative of a people who have spent the last centuries defending their space from the Klingon Empire’s expansion, having to fight tooth and nail against the galaxy’s most formidable species. Of course they’re paranoid and reactive when another civilization comes barging into their territory! They must be ruthless if they want to survive in this galaxy. And their story could be about their xenophobic culture slowly adapting to the climate of the kinder galaxy that the Federation has created, and learning to be allies with an enemy whom they have demonized for literal centuries. That would be an extremely poignant and topical story for us in the modern political climate. Especially in America!

Why were the Gorn turned into irredeemable monsters? Because it’s easier. Because producers and film companies no longer trust their audiences with nuance. Because a political message about compassion for an enemy that we’ve feared for centuries undermines the narrative that the US government and media have spent centuries crafting about the Middle East. Because tolerance for anyone is not welcome in our current political climate, and I’m not just talking about tolerance for those who lean towards liberal ideology. I mean tolerance for everyone.

I try not to get political on this blog, because it’s about art. It’s supposed to be fun and sometimes educational. But Star Trek is very dear to my heart, and seeing it being funded, written, and directed in ways that betray its essential nature hurts. It hurts in a way I don’t really know how to express. And I needed to vent.

Anyway, the Gorn will always be one of my favorite concepts from TOS. I love them, and you can pry the original idea of them from my cold, dead fingers, Paramount.

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I’m workin’ on new dnd character art :)

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Just curious but… how would y’all feel about a WW2 AU? NO THIS IS NOT JUST AN EXCUSE TO DRAW EVERYONE IN 40’S CLOTHES okay so maybe it is, sue me

But I’ve got some thoughts, and I think they’re really good thoughts…

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More of them are finished this year!!! I’m so glad!!