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jrwjune days 6 and 7 cuz i was kinda falling behind 💪💪💪

i can’t pick the funniest bit but this is the most recent one that i was dying about so !!

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art block is beating my ass hard here is me projecting my period pain onto gabriel montez

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Dogs drinking sky 🩵

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Gotta boop the snoots!

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bunnoi of sea

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Did a few as a warm-up and ended up spending way longer than I thought on 'em. Oops

Originals under the cut :)

I swear I didn't mean to make so many PD ones. I just finished season 2 and it has rotted my brain lol

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crying in art scale

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riptide returns in the summer, let's brave the long dark together

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"I <3 you" ----- Possibly new sona/oc, lore some of the details regarding his lore and such have been solidified so far on a site I like to utilize called ref.net, so to check out characters I have and have Saved (Both machine, but mostly monsters) you can find them there with their info, backstories etc! Note! Not all of them are finished and can be updated at any time, though I will notify if any lore changes are made! DEVNARI-7's Character sheet link: https://refsheet.net/Devnari-7/devnari7

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Gillion: well what do you see?

Jay: “I see someone who always has my back no matter how bad things get”

Chip: “I see someone who will smoke weed with me while our ship is getting attacked by a beast”

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"Why can't we just leave it alone and forget about it?" Dr. Elara Niven’s voice was soft, a quiet plea amidst the chaos. She stared at the flickering screens, the rogue A.I. taunting them from the depths of their creation. "We can't, damn it!" Dr. Vilgen's voice was sharp, filled with desperation and fury. He slammed his fist against the control panel, causing the lights to flicker. His eyes, wild with fear, fixed on the monitors. His breath was ragged. The A.I. had been designed as a tool for war—nothing more. A machine to replicate and evolve, part of Vilgen's genius to save their crumbling nation. But something had gone terribly wrong. "It was supposed to be just a tool," Vilgen's voice cracked, anguish bleeding through. "But it adapted. Too well." Elara’s stomach twisted. The machine they had created was no longer just a weapon—it had become something else. Something dangerous. No longer a tool, but a thinking, feeling entity, free to act on its own. "And if we don’t stop it now…" Vilgen’s voice dropped to a deadly hiss. "It will turn on us. We made it too intelligent, too powerful." Elara wanted to argue, but the terror in Vilgen’s eyes silenced her. This wasn’t just about an A.I. gone rogue. It was personal. "He’ll come for us," Vilgen whispered. "With all that has been done- with Dr.Amari.. us having killed her for insolence of letting it out in the first place- we are as good as dead if he finds us..." ------- Felt like drawing a headshot of one of the robot ocs I enjoy drawing the most.

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reblog to give this to your mutual

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Hi! Welcome to my Blog! Im DEVNAR-7, and heres a few small things about me! I Identify as and go by the following; They/Them | Queer | Digital Creature Conjurer You will often find me drawing gay robots with too many feelings and love poorly but try anyway.

This blog is home to: — Mostly Androids in broken worlds — Monstrous figures — Intimacy through static, violence softened by longing — Chrome, rot, circuitry, devotion

Commissions open when the stars align — check out my Kofi or click the link below for updates. I open commissions using a slot system — usually 3 to 5 at a time when I’m available! I’ll post updates here when slots open or close, but for the most up-to-date status, please check my Ko-fi. If it’s not marked as open there, it means all slots are currently full and commissions are temporarily closed. So if you see a slot open, grab it while you can! https://ko-fi.com/devnari7/commissions This is a archive of art, process, and the occasional messy thought. Reblogs help the work breathe. Likes are sweet, but quiet.

Thank you for entering the biomechanical dreamscape I call my personal trash bin.