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had a brainwave last night about how awful the alien dildo designs must have been pre-friendly contact in the Last City and just had to draw it for...reasons

(as a biologist, drawing the left image physically hurt me. so now i must inflict it all on you too)

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Since my drawing tablet broke and I’m working to replace if, you get my shitty iphone memes instead

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don’t you ever read a piece of fanfiction so good you just

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I don’t need Ruxiz in armour and covered in flames, I need him drawn in this

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“Why do you torment yourself so?”

They sit at the table, in the middle of the Speakers quarters.

“This conversation has happened 13 times now.” Astral replies clipped and precise in his tone. They reach for his teacup, dragging his fingers on top of the table to it so that he doesn't overshoot his grasp. The Speaker's mask remains as blank as a dreary day atop the mountains. He has always disliked that.

“You have yet to answer.” Comes the Speaker's response. His voice grates against Astrals ears, a burning sensation. They sip the tea. Cold, and diluted in flavour.

The pair are silent. Tensions like distant storm clouds loom around them.

“A mind gone insane can think no evil.” He sets down the tea carefully, singular eye working overtime to calculate the distance and depth, “I would presume you would appreciate such reassurance from me.” Their voice is cold, too focused on pronouncing the words properly to give effort to vocalizing emotion.

The Speaker sighs and leaves. Astral has made a stalemate once more. They take the teacup once more, downing it. There is no warmth to it. The flavour has turned bitter.

@jadedzer0 @annieruok94 @braindamagedrizz @the11tailed HIIIIII.… i threw this togehter in like 8 mins but… :DDD

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Completed Commission for [Ace] over on Discord! Thank you for your patience <3

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trying to write a Primal prompt is crazy when the predator is supposed to be an older man, about to switch the roles just to make this work

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Brainz why

I enjoy watching people suffer

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Lots of angst comin’

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Since I'm absolutely NOT normal about Osiris, I need some drawing ideas for him and my Hunter Ruxiz

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Ily

ily too

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He’s literally daddy

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Frankly, I think Bungie should give Osiris hair, he's not in the forest anymore he has access to brushes. Please, he'd look so daddy with salt and pepper hair. Guys I swear I tried to make him look as like Osiris as possible, I studied that motherfucker like a scholar.

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Frankly, I think Bungie should give Osiris hair, he's not in the forest anymore he has access to brushes. Please, he'd look so daddy with salt and pepper hair. Guys I swear I tried to make him look as like Osiris as possible, I studied that motherfucker like a scholar.

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Y’all remember that Destiny video I’m working on? 👀 Decided on a release date: 12:00 PM EST on May 28th, one week before Final Shape’s launch! It’ll go up on YouTube at that time and I’ll be sure to announce it on socials at the same moment. I’m working SO hard on every shot you gotta see it or I’ll die

Special little preview ahoy

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"A canvas for you to paint."

I got some new brushes, decided to sketch these guys for the first time in a WHILE. I do like how it turned out, for something so rushed. Small drabble under the cut.

"O' Creator of worlds, master of swords, Romeo. What do we do now?" Romeo lets out a rough snort of amusement of his parnter's fancy language, he tilts his head to the admin beside him who crawls from the in-between beyond the bedrock. Together they stand under starless skies, only the glow of their armour offers light in a new world, untouched, unmoulded.

Romeo feels his muscles twitch, his fingers do as well, eager, planning out how he'd soon shape the world. It would be a fine world, perfect, but bland, colorless, his eyes glance to Wheatley who meets his gaze back. They wait for his response, an inhuman stillness in how they never breathe.

"We shall build a new world, one without flaw, one we will call our own." He responds, his chest wells with pride, Wheatley follows him across the endless valley of bedrock and pitch black skies. Wheatley does not respond, their thoughts filter back to The Underneath, Xara, Fred, could this truly be a world without flaw? Without them, surely not. But it could still be beautiful.

Following Romeo, they flicker between space, appearing and disappearing, chasing each other through barren lands until they stop. Romeo goes ahead, and Wheatley stands at the border, watching dirt form under their talons and grass bloom from the centre of the world. It splashes outward like a drop of water, curling and twisting to bloom life where it could touch. Wheatley takes a step forward, they fly up to not become trapped beneath a sea of stone and dirt, albatross wings growing from their spine to take them higher on a well placed breeze. Briefly, they consider letting themselves fall, so that they may grow into the world, but they do not.

Romeo terraforms and Wheatley watches, a blank canvas of towering mountains and deep oceans, valleys carved by a single blade, but so bland. The red admin meets Wheatley from their perch in the clouds, brazenly drifting circles until they rise to give him attention, Wheatley bows their head for the first time.

"I've carved mountains and valleys from the void," Romeo starts, he speaks with many voices, none his own. "A blank canvas, and one I will not paint myself."

Romeo takes their hand, they rise from the clouds, following Romeo into the open sky, darkness stares down at two traitors. "O' Master Artisan," he addresses, "my first gift to you, paint these skies for me, bring life to the land so this world truly sings with our power."

It's a soft request, and Wheatley accepts it.

In slithering forms their coil through the air like ribbons, Romeo keeps them steady and Wheatley paints the skies with all the colours they could. They create stars from their blood and with their hair, trees bloom across the once empty fields of grass and stone. Romeo carves caverns and caves, Wheatley fills them with light and jewels, they give life to the animals Romeo shapes from pieces of the past.

And then, their people, they create the first people together. Romeo forms their bodies from all the pieces of their world, and Wheatley breathes humanity and the ability to be what they chose to be.

Their first gift to this world, is existence.

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YEAHHHHHH

#dirty minds worldwide