#and then my Sky animation tags

[milkyplier]

@merriclo I don’t think you understand the serotonin that reading the tags you put in the reblogs of my posts; I’ve been smiling for like ten minutes there are tears in my eyes that was beautiful and now I have Lemon Shark facts and a butt ton of happy juice and ur so precious aw <3

[tapakah0]

Song

[cirkinkadininutopyasi]

[skybristle]

rbs > likes

WOOOOO ANOTHER PMV DONE AND DUSTED. im really really proud of this one its very different in process/methodology to step on me since that one is more of an overview of events... BUT ITS HERE!!!

[biirbygorl]

hello and hello again friend of a friend !!

[oldbooksandnewmusic]

here's a little unfinished animation I originally started for valvert week, unfortunately, my computer literally ran out of storage for it so i can barely touch the file anymore without it crashing... hopefully you can all see the vision.

[xenomorphicdna]

On the string propaganda

Heeellll yeah

Bestie is an entire PLACE

I look at those guys and let me tell you the soul of that thing ain't just in the puppet, it's in all the neurons carrying the thoughts and emotions, it's in the power rails that serve as the heart. All the memories in the memory conflux and all the numbers we see flicker across displays, the flux condensers, the puppet; a little avatar.

No way these massive machines see life the same way we do. They have their own experiences and senses and things they hold dear. A world we can't imagine, a way of living we couldn't even comprehend.

I could never tear an iterator apart to be just a puppet. Who am I to decide how's life supposed to be enjoyed or perceived?

You treat your creechurs however you want- I ain't gonna dictate that. But damn, hearing the thrums and buzzes of the linear systems rail? They are alive with so much power, these mechanical beasts are exactly what they should be.

[questioningpunctuation]

my gender is whatever this genre of guy is. i want to be This

[egregiousmeme-art]

Oh to be a little guy rotating in a grey void forever and ever and ever

[absolutelyzoned]

nms posting again. this is mostly about my character but the planet im on rn has synthetic fauna and reality glitches which is cool :)

tumblr absolutely ruins the quality holy shit...

[ok-pop-1]

im only a little obsessed with @ryssbelle's divine beast sky. just a teeny bit obsessed. only a small little bitty amount

lines below the cut cuz i think they look cool haha

[cirkinkadininutopyasi]

[skybristle]

rbs > likes

screams and cries and goes insane. I SURVIVED ANOTHER PMV. im never drawing chimes again holy fuck /lh

pleasee please please give it a comment or tag i worked REALLY hard on it. also you guys love chimes. my blue ?? love that blue right???

[in-asterism]

all the details in this didn't translate so well into a drawing, so I wound up just writing

you can probably figure it out, but this is set immediately after Luce's death

They steal into the Giglio Nero headquarters like a ghost, slipping through half-open doors and winding hallways. Giglio Nero is old, and each new Donna has built on the bones of the last, turning a once-modest estate into a sprawling compound. 

Viper knows every hallway, had spent their time in I Prescelti Sette mapping every secret path in their Sky’s house. 

They let their feet settle on the ground, choosing to walk the last stretch. With an infant’s body, every step only takes them an increment further, but today is significant, and they need the grounding. 

The heart of Giglio Nero was once the inner sanctum of the Arcobaleno- but embittered Elements tend not to stay long after being chained to the world. It was called the Nursery, which, in hindsight, was deeply morbid. 

They slip into the chambers of the Sky Arcobaleno, and settle on the dais where Luce lies. The indigo pacifier stays dim.

 Her neck is bare, her skin is cold, her eyes are empty. Viper doesn’t know how long they stare into those hollow eyes, but eventually they manage to reach out and close them. Luce deserved to turn her gaze away, even if only in death.

They can’t look away.

Her white dress, the uniform of the Sky Arcobaleno has become her funeral shroud. Cold impersonal white, a monument to the purity of her flame, to the duty of her death. Her blank face, orange marking garishly bright against death-pallor. 

It’s so, so wrong.

Luce is warm, and she smiles, and she is always moving, even just a little.

She hated to be still. She made a point to smile, always, even when she cried because there were things that the world could not take from her, and her reactions were one of those things.

For it to end this way-

It was always going to happen, really. The lot of them had lived their lives, exceptional but still sensical, and then somehow found their way into a fairytale. Even the Strongest Sky could not subvert the laws of her narrative.

But it hurts that she wouldn’t even try. That she laid down and waited for Him to come. That she walked up that mountain with the poise she brought to every other tragedy.

 The people they hate most are liars, and Luce was always a liar. All that sight, blessed gift of a dead goddess, and she could never even admit the truth to herself. Pathetic…

They twirl a strand of bluish hair around chubby fingers, but they can’t stay. Within Giglio Nero’s halls, there are always eyes on the ‘precious’ Arcobaleno- already the pacifier has been passed to little Aria, and soon her predecessor’s body will be discovered. 

Best to just go. Time is money after all, and Viper is wasting it here.

[sableprince]

assorted NMS oc doodles backlog that i guess i forgot to post? i'm really bad at putting stuff in tags, like this comparatively more serious lore compilation post thing. haha. this trio is stupid.

slightly more serious teluya backstory WIP comic under the cut because it's less goofy