#ARK_SYSTEMA

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Sunsets (And minor threats)

It's just a silly three-paneler, but it's also a fun way to test out my comic style. I learned a lot about how I'll plan and lay things out from this! I also had a lot of fun rendering everything.

The view really is urethral from up there. It gets really windy though.

+Bonus Backgrounds!

This small area is part of the Neo-Manumission's greenhouse. It is located at the western side of the base, where you can get a great view of the mountains, the magnetic field generators that create the first line of Manumission shields (and a surplus of energy!) , and the valleys surrounding the area.

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YES

HE GETS IT

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Wackula

Bonus!

Merry Christmas! Have some slice of life shenanigans, featuring (mostly) Sonia! I just want them to have filler episodes that feature tiny details okay

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Have some writing. I totally didn't do it overnight. Haha look at Nate. So old! So non-blue and old!

Sera said I take after my mother, but I can see a lot of my father in me too.

The... everything else about me makes it hard to find the similarities, but that’s a given. Heh.

All it took was my old handler’s password to get the file on them, and I soon proceeded from there.

The log was outdated and somewhat inaccurate- I imagine any documents would be after twenty-eight years- and I learned through R.A.Y that they divorced several years ago. Just a year after I was born.

It wasn’t hard to find my actual parents. I was almost disappointed when I realized how easy it was, actually, wondering why I never looked for them sooner. In truth, I was avoiding them all those years for a reason, worried to see what else I could’ve become. My feet were always lead when it came time to meet them face-to-face.

I wished I could thank them somehow. Tell them that they saved themselves from a lot of torment, that they made the right decision… But I would be lying, thanking them for robbing me of a childhood. A mother. A father. A family. Love.

Oh, how I craved that recognition, that spark of anything in their eyes that could cue me in on how they felt about me. I wanted to see the apologetic look in their eyes, the longing for the family they threw to the wolves. I had rehearsed so many ways it would work out, too, as if I hadn't learned that life is no movie. Scenarios where my mother tearfully realizes her mistake, where my father regrets urging me away. I thought of entire conversations from beginning to end, all of them ending in my reluctant- but very willing- acceptance of their weary words. Where they have the perfect excuse for throwing me away, and I feel nothing but sympathy for their pleas.

Maybe that’s just the old me talking. Maybe that’s why it stung.

I was left with nothing from my efforts.

I sought them individually. Mom’s a wedding planner that works in Continental Hydroponics, and Dad does real estate in the common sector. Both of them were middle-aged humans living normal lives. They didn’t know that I watched them over the course of a weekend, nor did they recognize me when I went to their establishments and asked some nonsense I can’t bother remembering. 

These two were civilians. Hopelessly clueless civilians.

And they didn’t even think of me.

Not once did they look in my eyes and find something worth recognition, and in a bitterly comical turn of events, they couldn’t be happier with their lives! Was it just that they couldn't recognize me due to my age? Or did I really resemble nothing of who I was before? I had worn a human appearance as close to my true form as possible, with my mother’s eyes and my father’s frame, and yet… 

...It was unreasonable to come here in a human disguise. I knew it then, too. The solution was painfully obvious- rip the bandage and reveal my true form to them, the only one they could know. But I couldn't bear to. The thought alone filled me with dread- I was all too certain that I would be met with immediate disgust. I feel the same even now.

And so, I chose the safer route: indirect means. Fake faces. Why bother with brutal, complicated honesty when I could read their reactions and keep my distance? It was craven, I know. A little trick that was equally fruitless.

Haha, now isn't that wrong of me? You're free to think so. In hindsight, it was naive to think that they would entertain the thought of me at all, especially under those conditions. 

I stood there with a souring blue bouquet in my fist, swallowing down every sound, every reaction that broiled in me as my mother talked about her three sons. Three brothers I never met, replacements she was happy to keep, and how I was oh-so dutiful for thinking about my mother today. It was all a post-sale script. I was all too aware of that. But the words still felt like poison rubbed into a wound. Every second felt like drinking lead.

"I wish my sons were more like you. It's good to keep family in mind." She said. She said it with a light chuckle, and so I smiled back. Grinning even as the image of my brothers emerged as one of her notable memories. It's a happy, human scene. Of course.

Of course.

I suppose it was cathartic in a way; I didn’t need to show them who I became. I got to see them happy and healthy, even if it was in my absence. Even if I'm only a rubbed-out stain in my mother's mind.

A regret.

What else could I be.

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Mouth + Teeth studies!

Can you recognize who is who?

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"EVEN NATURE RECOGNIZES MY GREATNESS!"

Vincent falls

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Which ARK_SYSTEMA Character are you? Find out on this quiz!

I made a quiz I'm so happy are you proud of me 👉👈

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zomg... the girls! Sketched out! And a few characters I never showed designs for! haha! I keep thinking about the beach, so this is their swimwear.

I hope to make a full fledged drawing for all of them soon~ then the guys~~

Some newbies are: Aura (blue!) Katya (Gold!) and more of Verra (Green!) We'll eventually see more about them as I draw more things and doodles.

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"Cocoa, anyone?"

Have a sketchy Magnus! I realize I'm never beating the elliott allegations, I am a simp, It is chronic, terminal,

Anyway we finally see some more of his abilities. Fire! Pure Venutians are able to channel and produce it, while also being impervious to extreme heat. Sera and Vincent are unfortunately unable to use this ability due to their genetic mixups. They do tend to run hot, though.

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This goes to the main since editing all the different helvetica fonts made it worth it

I made incorrect tweets! they're not so incorrect though

Find my figments of imagination at @deva-arts

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Sneak peek of them being happy and carefree. Ugh, barf alert amiright? boooooooo get a room 🍅🍅🍅

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Me, making a villain: Yeah okay so this is Titan. He's a big bad cyclops and genocidal maniac who is always caked in blood, has a vicious lust for the gore of innocents and likes breaking people's spines.

You people, apparently:

...

I did not anticipate this sort of reception

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hokay, we're doing this over the weekend.

This game will close by Monday, 11:59 PM EST.

This is the first ask game I'll make this explorative! They have some tragic ordeals, but surely there's some good moments in there... if not telling ones.

(I'll make sure to answer quickly for this event! Start asking away!)

Here's their adult selves, for those unfamiliar to the series.

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...THE SHEER AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS I FELT. Jesus christ Titus you really won it with this one 😭😭😭🙌🙌🙌

Decided to show @deva-arts 's Nate some love with a real art compilation this time.

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Teehee have sibling time (i even wrote something for it!!)

Calm nights were always the best in Amon's apartment. The holidays tended to quiet down even the roughest slums; no chaos, less yelling, and best of all, nothing suspicious sounding on the metal scaffolding outside.

It was on a day like this, with no work left to do and none on the horizon, where Amon was able to spend some quality time with Adra. He wasn't home nearly enough for his tastes, often having to rely on old family friends to take her home from school and keep her company.

Today was different. He got to take her home and had a fresh paycheck from his jobs. He was grateful for the little things.

"And then Ms. Winters said that we could take home goodie bags! They had toys and GalaxyMors bars and candypops. It was the best day ever and they also gave me a miss mousie trading card and I got a rare missy mouser which wasn't the one I wanted but was still VERY cool because it's sparkly. I feel dizzy-" Adra sat restless as she spoke, kicking her legs over the edge of the refurbished casino stool.

Amon idly listened, more focused on tying her hair. "Breathe, Dora." He says, trying not to pull any strands. She had this style she wanted to try out, and who was he to deny a girly whim?

"GAAAAASSSSPPPPP- Pfuhh. Oh hey I feel better." She giggles, and he smiles at the sound. Hm. He might need to buy them both a better shampoo- is this what counts as brittle? He can't tell...

"Keep telling me now." Amon murmurs, his thoughts whirring a list together. Shampoo... Groceries... School supplies... She could probably keep that backpack she has for another school season...

"...-So that's why I really like Patron Cog day now because we get free stuff and pizza bites."

"Sounds like fun," he comments as grabs a hair tie, equally mindful not to snap the elastic- they could only afford so many.

And oh, that's right, It was almost time to take Adra to the doctor... He'd have to work around the price somehow, maybe look into insurance again. If he can get it to fall between debt payments, he could-

"YEAH and then they said not to eat candy with an H on it 'cause it was bad or something? some kids got sick because this kid, I don't remember his name but it starts with an R I think, he took it to school on lunchtime." Adra mentions this like it's a remark of the weather, casually picking a scab on her shin.

When the words finally register, Amon stills, and the air in the room suddenly feels prickly. H? As in Halcyon Acetate? He's only ever saw it in teenths- rare, hard-to-get teenths- and now they were making a candied version? For what market?

He was paying too much for a school this careless. One dose was enough to kill a kid- or leave only shells behind, like all the addicts on the streets. He pales when he thinks about Adra near some tiny lowlife skirting around with pocketed poison.

('Don't react. Don't let her see you're upset.') His inner dialogue softly chides. ('Breathe. She's happy today.')

And so he does, stifled and quietly incensed, he manages to wrench his jaw pliant and unfurrow his brow.

"Did you do my hair good? I can't see it." Adra's pixie tone is enough for him to recall this is a lighthearted moment. One the siblings haven't had in months, now. The room gets some color again, his ancient tenement shining in stained, stale, dimly lit glory.

"Adra?" He says, sounding perfectly level. He has to be.

"Yeah?"

"How about we stay home from school for a week or so?" He smiles in case she looks back at him.

"YAY! -Wait, why?" Her eyes glitter with mirth he hopes never goes away.

"Well... It's my Patron day gift!" Amon prays that she buys it- and she does, bursting with enthusiasm.

"Gasp! Momo! I knew you'd get me something! I love you!" He can feel the words needling deep in his chest. Like a soft tink on cracking porcelain.

"Love you too, Dora." He hugs her close, trying to swallow down the knot in his throat, the new worries on his shoulders. Then he smiles, a bit wider than before, a bit more strained. Thankfully she isn't old enough to notice.

"Now, let's get a mirror so you can tell me how I did."

"Yeah!"

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Vincent iceberg! ^^

Nate is a good listener.