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[canisalbus]

The forbidden smooth Machete.

A lot of his head is just fluff, without it he's even more noodly than usual.

[ocpdzim]

DID YOU KNOW the deep space nine writers tried to make a kira/dukat romance arc and the only reason we did not have to endure that is because nana visitor heroically put a stop to it by yelling at the producers. everyone say thank you nana visitor

[duckchaw]

Day 30 - Love

Double date!

@dbdpromptober

[kwblsm]

happy birthday, shepard 🎉

wish you to see less cuttlefish-shaped creatures in your dreams

[jasminebythebay]

where stars are born ✨

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Hey! This piece is now available as a print on my shop! Link to listing

[xinyuehui]

Why the long face?

[wardensantoineandevka]

every time anyone that's even slightly critical of C3 calmly writes a post that's longer than 750 words in an attempt to unpack what they feel is not working in the campaign or what's happening in the fandom, there's a rash of its defenders going "why are the haters always writing these long posts all the time, we don't need anyone to be writing novels, why is the post so long. it's so ridiculous that anyone is writing essays."

personally, especially if I was trying to position myself as having intelligent and complex opinions and capable of paying attention to episodes that are five hours long on a weekly basis, I would not admit I thought 1.5k words was dissertation length.

it's especially funny because many of the same people keep stamping their feet that critics never explain their perspectives or stances, then they're mockingly dismissive when doing so doesn't fit into a tweet.

not to make it sound grave, but it's anti-intellectual, it's simplistic. above all: it's juvenile, childish, asking to be treated as a child. wah, so silly anyone could possibly have a meaningful thought that requires enough space it doesn't fit on my phone screen at once.

[mynameisvarian]

More Dialogue and Extra Screenshots from the not actually real game: Camp Camp Game Concept!

(Due to the 10 image limit, Heres part 2: Link)

[barbie-girlll]

Disney Princess magazine covers from the Philippines

[vveltergeist]

Chairon in game knows Titus for all of 45 minutes and he is already his ride or die. No posturing, no bs, just straight up loyal right away

And then! And then! Titus passes out and when he wakes up and goes back to meet up with his combat squad, who shows concern? Who tells Titus go get checked out?

SURPRISE IT’S FUCKING CHAIRON

My guy is such a sweetheart right off the bat and a great team player. He's the one making sure Gadriel and Titus don't start fighting each other mid-invasion, and he only fails because that astropath got possessed (and who broke up the fight after they were ready to kill each other? That's right binch it was Chairon). He's lich er a ly the glue keeping the squad together for the majority of the game. And that's why he's the most valuable space marine of my heart.

TL:DR

[themissingmango]

SR-71 Blackbird - I’ve been wanting to draw this one for months!

[fieldofheathers-stuff]

SKETCHDUMP!

Mikkelsenified Thrawn for your pleasure and enjoyment + one bonus Eli.

Still trying to figure out their faces, especially Vanto's. Nonetheless, I have been enjoying drawing Thrawn with Lars' features; he has such an interesting face. Elite cheekbones + eye shape combo.

[ollyissleepy]

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀

[meh-ta-noy-ah] • ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ

(n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life; spiritual conversation

pairings: rafayel x writer!reader summary: when he gets commissioned to illustrate a book, only to find out said book is nowhere near done, he gets determent to help a fellow artist out with feelings he knows so well. tags: hybrid!smau, modern au (there's no wanderers), writer with art/writerblock core, rafayel plays a therapist, also rafayel is friends with xavier and sylus in this one just because, menager!tara, zayne is the voice of reason in this one, caleb is everything but a voice of reason cw: there might be descriptions of heavy topics (such as depressive episode), unhelathy coping mechanisms please read content warnings before reading each chapter taglist: open! status: ongoing

introduction: (slightly) insane squad | the tired, the angry and the fish

☆ act one

ch.01 not an artsit you can buy ch.02 'fuck that guy' ch.03 text him back! ch.04 disturbing work and making plans ch.05 'put a tracker in his pocket' ch.06 the master plan

☆ act two

ch.07 change of scenery ch.08 no hard feelings ch.09 from a writer to a painter ch.10 no more electronics ch.11 taking a break at an auction house ch.12 museum hangout that is most definitely NOT a date ch.13 real writer needs a whiteboard ch.14 taking a step back

☆ act three

ch.15 his friends ch.16 ch.17 ch.18

epilouge.

[shattereality]

Kallexus, mid-mission, surrounded by ash winds and shattered enemies, reading tactical data—when suddenly his internal comm-link pings with a priority transmission from you. TW: suggestive

What Happens When You Send Kallexus a Risqué Photo While He's on a Mission

The Ping:

His helmet’s HUD flashes with your private encryption sigil. He expects a status report. Maybe a mundane request.

What he gets is an image. There you are. Very little clothing. Very soft lighting. Very purposeful positioning.

Your expression says, “I miss you,” but your body says, “I dare you to survive this fight faster.”

The Reaction:

His entire body locks up. The enemy in front of him is confused for a full second before being obliterated.

His two hearts stutter. Momentarily. His gauntleted hand tightens slightly around his bolter. The air around him shifts. Tense.

He zooms in, not once, but twice, as if verifying the details is crucial battlefield intel.

Internal Monologue:

“...She is mine. She dares. She teases. She flaunts what I own. This—this is a calculated breach of discipline.”

“I will not lose focus. I will not—”

“…She will be punished.”

He doesn’t understand why it affects him so much—but it does.

His Squadmates:

They know something happened. Lord Kallexus Vordath is usually quiet, but now? He’s downright radiating menace.

One whispers: “He just got a message. He didn’t speak. Just stared at the horizon for seven minutes.”

“Brother? You’ve halted movement—are you injured?”

Kallexus’s Immediate Response:

He saves the picture. Encrypts it in three layers of code. Tucks it into a file titled: “Private – Vital Data.”

Keeps glancing at it again in the few seconds between slaughter.

Sends you a photo if his gloved hand gripping the hilt of his chainsword, drenched in fresh blood, with the simple caption:

“You tempt the storm. I will return.”

Back on the Battle Barge:

When He Does Return:

You receive that photo. And a flutter of fear sparks in your stomach. You know what’s coming.

You don’t sleep well that night—because you know that when he returns, he will be unrelenting. Possessive. Overwhelming.

The ship shakes as his gunship lands. You're on your way to the refectory but then see the shadow at the end of the hall. He does not speak. Just approaches.

You try to babble out something teasing or lighthearted but he’s already closing the distance.

“You thought to distract me during battle,” he growls lowly. “You succeeded. I thought of nothing else.”

“K-Kallexus—”

“Say my name again. With fewer clothes.”

[master-of-the-game]

Tango in holosuites

[asvidema]

got to the maleshov rescue in my second playthrough. here's some moments