#gur-sevraq

[radiandromeda]

DOC 8?

> What’s something that will always make them smile?

DOC: ˗ˏˋ Hmm... ˎˊ˗

DOC: ˗ˏˋ Someone very close to me, without a doubt. ˎˊ˗

DOC: ˗ˏˋ They're wonderful. ˎˊ˗

DOC: ˗ˏˋ You'll forgive me for protecting their privacy, of course. ˎˊ˗

[-— Automatic disconnection 00:00 —-]

[aglennco]

Secret Samol 2023 gift for @caninesolars who requested: Clementine and Gur hanging out during the partizan game of the tower.

[filohazard]

MY NAME IS FUTURE AND I HAVE THE FUTURE // MY NAME IS FUTURE AND I HAVE THE FUTURE // MY NAME IS FUTURE AND I HAVE THE FUTURE // MY NAME IS FUTURE AND I HAVE THE FUTURE // MY NAME IS FUTURE AND I HAVE THE FUTURE // MY NAME IS FUTURE AND I HAVE THE FUTURE // MY NAME IS FUTURE AND I HAVE THE FUTURE // MY NAME IS FUTURE AND I HAVE THE FUTURE // MY NAME IS FUTURE AND I HAVE THE FUTURE

[doobyous]

“We are coming home not to conquer, but to build. Our doors are open. Send your envoys. Send your theologians. We are eager to talk.”

[humanmorph]

"[high pitched and tinny] Let’s dive in. Let’s dive in. It’s time to dive in. Get ready to [audio distorts and slows] dive. Diiive. Diiiiie…" (The Road to PALISADE 20: City Planning Department)

so that's what i've been working on for the past 2 weeks! i wanted to draw something for this intro ever since i first listened to it (as a companion piece to my other gur drawing, though it of course ended up being way bigger in scale), but it only really gripped me about halfway through PALISADE ep 18. the next morning after that i listened to this narration on repeat for about 45 minutes and then made a big sketch on 4 sheets of paper at my desk at work.

anyways, i haven't listened to the new episode yet but i think i'm probably ready for whatever they're gonna throw at us with the next sortie. i'm gonna believe, against it all, in millennium break. for gur

(i recommend listening along while scrolling! + transcript btw. if anything is hard to read)

[rookfeathers]

15 days of f@tt day 5: TAROT

[bodyfrmabalcony]

HAPPY SECRET SAMOL!! this is my gift for @ninthprime, who had some amazing prompts about the messy web of relationships between brnine, valence, gur, and figure. tfw u r listening to old cassettes & feeling haunted by the ghosts of your past but your friend has to one-up u by taking being haunted a little too literally <3

[rray-gunn]

Jesset: there are some people whose name we don’t even say out loud anymore

Brnine: …you’re drunk go get some bread.

Also Brnine: yeah I punched somebody at a funeral before too

[rosehipsister]

i can't believe i've never posted it here? did i??

did i post this clem? is the search broken

[dancy-nrew]

haunted

[kingofwickedskulls]

I'd bet money that Clem has actually considered doing this.

[radiandromeda]

13 for everyone

> R:ALL_DISCLOSED

A sharp inhale.

Whirring.

> Have they ever nearly died?

——————

MARROS: iin this economyy???

MARROS: oof course i havee. bbetter question is who /hasntt/

——————

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Hi again ≈:D!!!

ALTHEA: ‹|3 I uhh

ALTHEA: ‹|3 .....

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Yeah But im fine now!!! Survivign + thriving + etc Im all good

—————— [CW for implied suicidal ideation below]

JARRAH: yes [•—•]

JARRAH: a couple times . actually [•—•]

JARRAH: there was the time my lusus almost killed me [•—•]

JARRAH: and the other time my lusus almost killed me [•—•]

JARRAH: and the various times i almost died in the sun or of exhaustion for no reason [•—•]

JARRAH: times i got really . really sick [•—•]

JARRAH: and the time i overdosed on psioactive substances and set myself and the forest on fire and was in the hospicull for half a sweep [•—•]

JARRAH: maybe some others i dont remember [•—•]

JARRAH: not sure if the times i baited strangers online into threatening my life counts [•—•]

JARRAH: think i fell out of a really tall tree once [•—•]

JARRAH: the overdose one is most recent though . and its been a while since then [•—•]

JARRAH: dont know if that means im due for another one like it soon [•—•]

JARRAH: . . . [•—•]

—————— [CW for implied suicidal ideation above]

VELMEN: HMMMMMM

VELMEN: DEF¡NE """NEARLY"""

——————

ZEPERI: _oh_shit_hey

ZEPERI: uhhhhhh________hm

ZEPERI: ___yeah_i_mean__everyone_has_a_few_close_dr0ne_encounters

ZEPERI: or_enclownters_or_whatever____seadwellers

ZEPERI: regular_hazards_of_alternia

ZEPERI: doesnt_happen_as_often_when_i_dont_leave_the_hive__i_can_tell_u_that

ZEPERI: _and_when_i_do_now_im_uhhh__

ZEPERI: _

ZEPERI: ___i_should_probably_tell_them_thank_you_

——————

IZ: Geez +hi2 i2 a rough one

IZ: Umm.. no+ +ha+ I can +hink of....? )):|

IZ: My life i2 pre++y boring

[A burst of static that sounds like quiet, grainy snickering; quickly followed by a more distinguishable but still significantly distorted voice, seemingly scolding it.]

——————

DOC: ˗ˏˋ I've had my share of close calls! Uncertain doom comes with the territory; you know how it is. ˎˊ˗

DOC: ˗ˏˋ My various brushes with death have gotten easier to manage as time goes on, though. I'm not too worried. ˎˊ˗

[stablecrayon]

Here is my secret samol gift for @binkyfsh of Clem and Gur on chorus island~ Good prompt :) I had fun trying to draw these two worsties~

[filohazard]

"So, I says, you stole the future?! Buddy, if you'd told me - I would've let you take it!"

[id: A 3D model of Gur Sevraq, a tall, spider-legged robotic person. They have six red eyes and a long neck. They're wearing a large, bulky robe that mostly obscures the shape of their body, but for an arm clutching the divine Future, a golden orb, in one hand. It emanates bright light around it. In the foreground reads 'My name is Gur Sevraq, and I have stolen the future', a quote from the Road to Parizan 05]

[jona3d]

[OPERANT VALENCE // HIPPOCAMPUS]

[humanmorph]

(transcript by @violentandmagnificent)

It’s quiet here, living in your head. It’s quiet here, and when I talk, you listen, at least when you can hear me, which isn’t always. It isn’t always, but it’s better than never. It’s quiet here, living on this ship. It’s quiet here, and I remember when it was loud, I remember different voices bouncing in these halls, I remember old arguments, I remember myself. I wonder how much I can tell you; because  I can tell you; I have much to say. But you never saw me astride the Prophet’s Path, beside the Resin Heart, imparting wrath and play. So who am I? You only know what they’ve told you. So who am I? You only know what’s written down. So who am I? You only know what’s on recordings, and according to the world, I’m a hypocrite, or drowned. I doubt you can hear me, but I know that she can. So pardon my frustration, I’m just tired of her plan. I lost my life long before I understood, before metaphor became real, before I felt the wheel’s wood. I wonder what she’ll tell you. I wonder what she’ll share.  I wonder what she’ll ask of you, what task of sweat and prayer.  I long to sweat and pray, a body in the day. The color of the sun. The touch, the ocean's spray.  The last thing that I felt in life. (The first thing that I felt in life.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I hope she tells the truth to you. (I hope she tells the worst to you.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I loved her like she told me to. (I left her like she told me to.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  We’re running out of time, you know? (She’s running out of time, you know?) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I fear we might be mirrored, two echoes of a call shouted between two queens, two queens who want it all. I fear we might be symmetry, I fear we might be one. Make her tell the truth to you before we come undone.

PALISADE 37: Reach In / Reach Out Pt. 1