#cosmic draws

[cosmic-seer]

B E H O L D!

Companions to this and this, insPIRED BY THIS [written by @dipplinduo, go read it it’s got me down bad].

[a-cosmic-elf]

Back on my bs, with heartfelt thanks to @tafferling who has suffered through the monumental twist in chapter 13 of Mass Effect: Absolution. I hope they can forgive me. Thank you for reading my weirdly niche oc fanfic. I dedicate this artwork to you.

Emrys, inspired by Marvel’s ‘What if..?’ character The Watcher, is something I’ve wanted to draw for a while.

Explanation and more cringy oc musings under the cut. 👇🏼

Last week I was also tagged by the wonderful coemancer crew to share two tracks that I associate with one of my ocs. I hope you don't mind if I chose Emrys.

He has a backstory inspired by Muse’s The Dark Side, I especially love the alternate reality version, because it has a haunting, lonely feel, and a mass effect vibe.

Then imagine my surprise when Ghost released ‘Impera’ in ‘22. It has so many uncanny parallels. I know the album has themes surrounding the rise and fall of an empire, hence the name. But it’s also the name of the fourth planet in the Trebia system, the turian home system in Mass Effect. Emrys hides the Absolution behind Impera when he takes his team back to Palaven in a risky move to thwart the Reapers.

And then there’s the track, ‘Watcher in the Sky’, again, I know it’s a metaphor about searching for a higher power to explain away all the evils people do to each other. But you’ll have to forgive me if it gave me chills. The similarities to Emrys, who is an AI inhabiting the relay system and a literal ‘watcher in the sky’ it is, at least to me, more than a little freaky.

[cosmic-courtroom]

woe. john ward be upon ye

recently obsessed with faith So. take this

i love the 8 blue pixel man he’s so. he’s so wet puppy and sopping wet cat to me

Tbf cracking the halo was my favourite part and i hate hands Still.

[cosmicgesture]

IT”S FINISHED

@dana-chan-the-control-brain​

I had to call reinforcements to tell me to quit messing with it BuT it’s FINISHED!

I had a BLAST playing around with this - the perspective, details, color~ It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything fancy and ambitious, and I’m really happy with how this turned out in the end.

For those who don’t know, this is a scene from Lofi Beats to Capture Children to, which is in my mental collection of Favorite Fics Ever. It’s a very good Sun & Moon centric fic, and it’s the second fnaf fic I started reading in my first ever fnaf phase so ye *salutes and scurries back to my art pile*

[c3lestialmonarch]

Omg is that Waylon Park from the hit 2013 game Outlast's 2014 DLC Outlast Whistleblower

[albertayebisackey]

Wednesday 29th June 2022 - “She wasn't a constellation. She was a galaxy.”― Nitya Prakash

[theartofasty]

Every now and then I have to post pics like this to remind everyone all my art is traditional and that I look too much like a caveman to be doing digital art

[infernal-lamb]

Searching your eyes for the saint is an act of futility

something that's just been on my mind recently!

[time-woods]

he want me deaaaad man

[skyscrapergods]

has being fucking Massive and Immortality changed the alicorns’ perspective on regular ponies? I imagine they’d get more condescending and distant and stuff

You are surrounded by flies. If you pause, and look closely, you realize the flies are iridescent, with deeply colorful eyes, and beautiful wings like stained glass. It cannot see the colorful windows of your world, but you can try to describe them. But know that doing so take up the creature's precious time. Years to them is mere hours to you. In a long conversation about the stars, you and the fly share ideas and perspectives. You come away delighted with a new view on constellations and what they mean to the common folk.

The fly comes away dazzled, haunted, and halfway to the grave. What was to you a wonderful conversation was years of study, communion, and dedication on the part of the small creature. He gave up any other pursuits, he constructed his life around this cause. He lost his friends, family, and home. You lost your lunch break.

You love this creature. You love the small being that you once were. You want to talk to him again. You want to tell him of the stars, of dreams... but to speak with him twice, at least meaningfully, would take from him the rest of his life. Could you demand that from him for the sake of your own curiosity? Years passed for him already. In the time it took you to draw a breath, his childhood ended. Do you summon him again? Or do you let him go to live his life, what's left of it?

It is painful for everyone. It hurts something in your chest, it breaks the heart of a god. It wounds his family to watch him leave them behind for the sake of what? A mere whim? He had ambitions! He had a story! It's all gone now. Rewritten for your musings.

You leave him. He cries for you but he needs not a goddess. He needs to live, to turn from the sky to his fellow bugs.

That's what he is. A fly. A mere insect to you. To hold him down is to pin him through his soft center, and display his corpse as a record of his extinction.

So look away. Forget the color of his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the intelligence that stirred you to pluck him out his world and keep him in yours. There, he would be a wildflower with a cut stem. He would be beautiful, but he is so small, and so quiet. He would be just a decoration on your table; made to dance and sing for your amusement and then tossed out with the rubbish when he breaks.

You miss him. You love him. But he is a crawling worm and you are the rain. There are many others like him, but you must be careful to only speak a few words to each. Or better yet, say nothing at all. Let them fade and mix into a writhing blur without name, stories, or opinions on stars.

You are surrounded by flies.

[cosmic-seer]

Beware of Fairy Types!

[a-cosmic-elf]

Because I buried it underneath the cut of the Sunday Snippet post, most people probably didn’t see.

But this is Absolution. Or, ‘the Abby’ as she is affectionately known by her ragtag crew.

The Abby is powered by a mass relay. And it’s a real mass relay too, the turians in my story didn’t build one, they nicked someone else’s home relay and retrofitted it into a starship.

Now relays are around 15km long, which makes the Abby bloody huge. She’s bigger than any ship in Mass Effect canon. A real monster that dwarfs Destiny Ascension, and even the Reapers.

Which made me laugh, because I wanted this showdown between Emrys, the AI at the helm of Absolution, and his nemesis Harbinger. But when I put them side-by-side for scale, Harbinger was a small person looking up at this towering skyscraper that is the Abby. I found it really funny. How could Emrys ever feel threatened by that ant?

The showdown still happens, of course it does, it’s just Harby brings his entire family with him and they swarm over the Abby like the sentinels in the Matrix, pulling her apart piece-by-piece in an attempt to reach the AI core.

Emrys knows his time is short and his options are limited. It’s one of my favourite parts of the story, I just hope that one day, I’ll get there.

[wonderblundrart]

"Both of us, we are incomplete. Let us become whole again."

So I played Signalis.

[bumbleboa]

shining the brightest

[c3lestialmonarch]

Yay art

[fudgecake-charlie]

I am very good at doing what I need to do! You all get even more cosmic harbingers but this time it's Grian :] (Redraw from under the cut of this ask about a year ago.)