#out-of-style

[lrndvs]

compliments from girls go hard

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Something something, living rent free in my mind and such, anyway I love them.

[cozylittleartblog]

cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes

just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks

there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.

edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.

#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite

[rennybu]

something unknown but very powerful came over me. retro spirk kyaa❣️❣️❣️

[rookwritesrarely]

Setting: the back of an aircraft, filled with soldiers. The space is long and thin, with two lines of seats against the two long sides leaving a thin walkway between them. The walls, ceiling and floor are metal. The only lights are dim and red, meant to stop people from walking into something, not to illuminate. There is a large industrial door at one end of the space. 

Sitting next to each other closest to the door are two men: CANTICUS, who is tall, has medium length blonde hair tied into a ponytail, and bright purple eyes that stand out against the darkness, and Vergil, another angel bound to a human body. He is several inches shorter than CANTICUS, but more muscled. His hair is pitch black and cut short, his eyes are also pitch black. They are both wearing military uniforms and flak armor, as are the rest of the soldiers in the aircraft. Unlike the rest of the soldiers, they are not carrying weapons. They are both calm and mostly motionless, allowing the aircraft to bounce them around a little. The rest of the soldiers seem nervous.

It has been a year since the machine god took over the war effort for the opposition, and they have almost completely replaced their army with fighting machines and are beginning to make major headway in the war. VERGIL and CANTICUS have been sent on a mission to sabotage a supply line for the machines and have been given backup from the rest of the soldiers.

(After some time spent in silence, VERGIL elbows CANTICUS in the side lightly. Neither turn to look at the other. VERGIL speaks quietly, careful not to let the other soldiers hear him.)

VERGIL. We could make a run for it, while we're down there.

CANTICUS. And what makes you think that will end well for us?

VERGIL. It's a dark night, and if anyone knows how not to be seen it's us.

(CANTICUS turns his head slightly to look at VERGIL.)

VERGIL.  I know Selene and Clarissa are stationed near here, maybe a few days travel. The four of us together, we could make it, finally stop dying over and over. 

(CANTICUS finds himself nodding along and stops himself.)

CANTICUS. How do we make it last? If they find us they won't be kind. I don't think they know a way to kill us for good but I do know they're vindictive enough to find it.

VERGIL. Erika is dead, Cant, I saw it.

(CANTICUS turns to look at VERGIL with an expression of shock and concern on his face. VERGIL does not move or change expression.)

VERGIL. I saw one of those metal monsters eat her, on the last deployment. She screamed all the way down. The piece of me I left to look after her is gone too. This is probably going to be our last chance to make it out of this alive.

(CANTICUS falls into the back of his seat heavily and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.)

CANTICUS. Okay. Do you have any eyes on our landing zone?

(An outline of an eye made of pale blue light opens in the back of VERGIL's hand for a moment before closing again.)

VERGIL. One or two, but I have plenty on the bus, they won't find us once we get moving.

(A beat after VERGIL finishes speaking the INTERCOM springs to life, starting with a brief burst of static before beginning to speak.)

INTERCOM. Charlie Sierra Delta Charlie, Victor Lima Alpha Charlie, this is your stop. Pave the way, kill anything that breathes and blow up anything that doesn't. Give 'em hell, Red-hands. 

(The red light nearest the door turns yellow as the door begins to open. VERGIL and CANTICUS stand up and grab the handles hanging from the ceiling. Once the door is fully open the light turns green. VERGIL turns to CANTICUS, a weak smile on his face.)

VERGIL. See you on the ground, eh Cant?

CANTICUS. Always.

(VERGIL jumps from the aircraft, the wireframe shape of wings made of the same pale blue light appears before he falls out of sight. CANTICUS follows shortly after.)

[doctorsiren]

The books reveal that Ford is actually a secret partier

(Available as a print on my Etsy Shop)

(wips under cut)

[meru90]

go for it nakamura!! cover redraws cause i love them sm ;w;

[moncuries]

matters of state

[wolfythewitch]

More Odysseus sketches

[joshuamj]

Hero.

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Very much inspired by that Valentine Pin-Up Alastor merch where the only significant change is him having his bow-tie unclipped.

Anyway, happy valentine day sike, it's Aro week and we are begrudgingly going on dates to help our friends with their heist. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (end)

[van1lla-cake]

drew some drones that do the murder

the full lineup:

[angsty-art-ist]

my magnum opus actually

[nipuni]

Ten! my love 🥰

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on Jan 1st!

[bellwethers]

Boo hoo did someone use spirit magic to blow up your factory?

[rookwritesrarely]

Setting: an interrogation room lit by a single lamp hanging from the ceiling. The walls, ceiling and floor are bare concrete, and there are large cracks in the walls. 

In the room are two men, a young SOLDIER, wearing a uniform too big for him, as he was conscripted as soon as he was old enough. He is fairly short, and has a buzz cut, he just left basic training. The other is CANTICUS, an angel bound to a human body. He is much taller than the SOLDIER, and has mid length blonde hair, and bright purple eyes. His face is stained with blood, and has a black eye. CANTICUS is tied to a metal chair with his arms behind his back. the SOLDIER is visibly nervous, fidgeting with his rifle and shifting his weight from foot to foot. CANTICUS is calm, mostly motionless, staring at the far wall.

Two nations have been at war for decades, caught in a cycle of progress followed by loss. A few years ago, one nation found a way to summon magical creatures and force them to fight in the war. This turned the war in their favor, and the summoned soldiers are feared and respected on both sides. Very recently, the opposing nation created a powerful machine intelligence to fight for them and design weapons. After an unexpected push, CANTICUS was left behind and captured. The SOLDIER was left to guard CANTICUS while an interrogator was found.

(The SOLDIER clears his throat and looks directly at CANTICUS for the first time, who does not react)

SOLDIER. What are you, really?

(CANTICUS remains silent for a few beats before turning his head to look at the SOLDIER)

CANTICUS. Didn't they tell you? I'd have thought the propaganda would have given you a pretty good picture. I heard that mothers use us to scare their kids.

(The SOLDIER half-steps back before catching himself and steps forward.)

SOLDIER. Out in the countryside people pretend you don't exist. And grunts like me don't get told much.

(CANTICUS shifts in his seat, Moving his arms into a different position.)

CANTICUS. Well, you're on the front now, you can't ignore us anymore. Didn't they tell you anything? Or are the higher ups really as reckless with their men as my side says?

(The SOLDIER stands up straighter, slightly offended)

SOLDIER. Sarge says you get told in officer training, and that all I need to know is that anything falls over if you fill it with enough lead.

(The SOLDIER deflates slightly as CANTICUS laughs under his breath.)

CANTICUS. Good advice. I'll admit, numbers is a good strategy… You're doing a good job hiding your fear too, I'm sure you'll go far.

SOLDIER. I'm not-

(CANTICUS interrupts)

CANTICUS. I can smell it kid,-

(CANTICUS moves his arm to tap his nose, but is stopped by the restraints. He remembers he is tied up and grunts in annoyance.)

-save the bravado for someone who cares.

SOLDIER. It's just… you seem like just any other soldier… 

(CANTICUS sighs, and closes his eyes for a moment.)

CANTICUS. We're all soldiers, deep down, kid. 

SOLDIER. But the stories-

CANTICUS. Oh I'm sure most of them are true. We're all soldiers, it's just that some of us enjoy it more than the rest.

SOLDIER. But I've heard stories about demons-

CANTICUS. Like I said, mostly true. But not me. I don't want to be here any more than you do. 

SOLDIER. Then… why don't you leave?

(CANTICUS laughs once, dryly, his disdain evident)

CANTICUS. Demons don't fight out of patriotism, we're bound. Slave soldiers.

SOLDIER. But you're the only reason they're winning!

CANTICUS. Doesn't mean they like us. Odds are they'll just blow me to kingdom come along with you lot. Easier than a rescue mission for one soldier. 

(The SOLDIER's eyes open wide, and he raises his hand to his mouth)

SOLDIER. But that's…

(CANTICUS' expression softens slightly.)

CANTICUS. It's not like I'll die, they'll just grab me out of the ether and put me in another body. Then it's back to the front with me.

(A large EXPLOSION can be heard, shaking the room. The light flickers. The SOLDIER reacts, frightened. CANTICUS does not)

CANTICUS. That's my cue.

(CANTICUS stands up from the chair, ropes falling away from his body. The SOLDIER backs away into a corner, raising his rifle. CANTICUS moves to the door, and pauses in the doorway, turning to address the SOLDIER.)

CANTICUS. Keep your head down and get out of here kid, I'd hate to see you get hurt. 

(CANTICUS turns away again, but pauses again mid step. He turns his head.)

CANTICUS. If anyone gives you trouble about all this, tell them Ol’ Red-hands sends his regards.

(Canticus exits.)