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How about a sketch of something from Terraria? Like either one of the npcs or a creature/enemy you like the look of?

I can suggest something if you’d rather not go scrolling through the wiki

bunuy!!

palette is mingapur's parchment and ink

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Oh oh! You know starbound?

I’d love to see you draw one of the Novakid, they’re my favourite race!

they're my favorite too!

palette is gors' cheese palette

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Also, I know you’re not ready to play Outer Wilds yet but I would LOVE to see some sketches from that someday

oh you and me both!

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sorry for the late post! i thought this wouldn't take long but it did whooooooops

a chronicle of the random buff hunter playthrough @koboldwizardstuff and i played yesterday

it. was a fustercluck, let me tell you that..

we technically did complete the hunter campaign! we just didn't know it had a world state similar to expedition mode.

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"hang on just a moment longer, moon…"

palette is adamcyounis' apollo.

special thanks to @/druidshollow for their fun off-string AU stuff which inspired me to make my own off-string AU!

additional thanks to @koboldwizardstuff and @arcaiisart for being my ducks for figuring out the direction of this AU.

story below the cut

it happened not long after her final broadcast, the abrupt discovery of schematics for creating a mobile puppet. one in five were given the knowledge; their recipients held no pattern—here a group senior, there the youngest, twice over in one group, another bereft of the gift. the barely-functioning comms exploded with bewilderment at their purpose for but a few dozen cycles before ultimately falling silent. this was a distraction to their great problem.

but some still indulged in the curiosity.

his messenger needed more time, and this discovery had given him the excuse to slow down. he constructed his new body, completed the development of his messenger—now his guard for the perilous journey, and crafted the slag keys.

he was ready.

but he was afraid.

some cycles later, his mobile puppet emerged from the superstructure on shaky legs. twelve cycles later, he and his guard left his retaining wall.

the journey was long and frightening. lizards, scavengers, centipedes, vultures… why he desired the burdens of common creatures, he resented his former self for thinking. but he couldn't go back. she was more important.

she was worth everything.