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steeloofficial · 9 months ago
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fav princesses.
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peculiarmarsu · 3 months ago
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Some watercolour tests feat. Steel Uragaan (excuse to use many colours) and Lagiacrus (had a figure within arm's reach for easy ref).
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hunterfromtheabyss · 1 year ago
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HATSUNE MIKU!!!!
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scarlettrust · 4 months ago
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They made it as far as Neptune’s capital city before Nureyev stopped driving.
He pulled the Ruby Seven to the side of the street, turning off the engine. They were just outside Salacia, on the outskirts of one of the city's many suburbs. It was silent, the roads empty and lit only by a flickering street lamp in dire need of service. But still Nureyev was cautious as he stepped out the car, his head on a pivot as he checked for cameras.
There was a bank across the street, its glowing sign proudly advertising an ATM. But a carefully aimed laser from his pocket made short work of its camera. By the time anyone thought to reconstruct what was left of the tape, he would be long gone.
Hands trembling and heart aching, that thought shouldn’t have hurt nearly as much as it did.
Fold it away.
The bus depot was only a few kilometres away. It would take him to the spaceport, where one of his three shuttle tickets would get him far away from here. Each one had been paid for under a different name, and each one was headed in a different direction. Even Nureyev wasn’t certain which shuttle he intended to catch, he would pick at random when he got there.
Nureyev grabbed his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. It was light, small enough to fit under his seat on the shuttle and packed only with essentials. Everything else had been destroyed when he… when he…
Unbidden, his eyes burned, filling with tears. Nureyev tilted his head back, jaw clenched as he blinked rapidly.
Fold it away.
There was only one thing left to do. With hands trembling so badly he nearly dropped it, Nureyev pulled Peter Ransom’s comms out of his pocket, with its purple case and dangling fox charm. The tiny thing had been a gift from Rita after their second week aboard the carte blanche, handed to him with a hug and a fit of giggles.
The charm spun lazily on its tether, orange enamel glinting in the streetlight. He snapped it off, slipping it into the front pocket of his jacket before powering on his comm. It came to life with a chime and a flurry of missed messages.
He ignored them all, pausing only to muster a watery smile at Juno’s lovely face staring up at him from the wallpaper. With a few button presses, he erased everything from the device. The SIM card was removed in short order and snapped in two before he dropped the comm and smashed it beneath the heel of his boot.
All in all, it was a far nicer funeral than Peter Ransom deserved.
Behind him, the Ruby seven whistled- low and inquisitive as its headlights flashed. Nureyev rolled his shoulders as he grasped his emotions tight and shoved them somewhere deep inside him.
“Thank you for bringing me this far.” He told it, running a grateful hand along the slope of its hood.
The greatest getaway vehicle in the galaxy. If it wasn’t for this car, Nureyev wouldn’t have been able to escape Dark Matters. Even if he wasn’t the one they were looking for, Rex Glass was not something easily forgotten, or forgiven.
Another chirp, more enthusiastic than before as the driver's side door popped open, the engine turning over with a hopeful rumble. But Nureyev shook his head.
“Not this time, I’m sorry to say.” He said sadly, taking a step back. “This is where we part, I fear. Go back to Carte Blanche.”
He had spent years of his life idolising this car. Stealing it from the Oasis Casino had been one of his greatest achievements as a thief. It had saved his life so many times over the last few years. His, and far more importantly Juno’s.
Nureyev only prayed it could save the detective one last time.
The Ruby revved its engines, back tires spinning in place and spitting up gravel. If it wasn’t a car, Nureyev would call the display petulant.
“This isn’t up for debate.” Nureyev told it firmly, jaw clenched against the burning behind his eyes. He had made it this far, he would not cry now. Not when it was his decision to leave. Not when he had torn apart everything that Juno had tried to build for them. Not when this was his fault. “Go find Jet and the others. They need you.”
Outside of the city lights, Nureyev could just make out the stars through the dome. If he squinted he could pretend that one of the glowing white specs was the ship he had left behind. The ship that Dark Matters had invaded.
But if they had the ruby, then maybe the crew of the Carte Blanche still stood a chance. Nureyev may have abandoned them, but he couldn’t… He wouldn’t… He had to do something.
Warm metal nudged against his legs as the Ruby inched forward, vibrating with the force of its engines. But Nureyev turned his back on it.
“You are the greatest getaway car in the galaxy.” He forced out, fists clenched at his side.“They need you. I can’t take you from them. Now go, Ruby.”
The blast of a horn shattered the silent night. But louder still was the whip crack of Nureyev’s voice as he whirled on it.
“I said GO!”
Nureyev bit down the pang of sympathy that clawed at his throat as the Ruby whistled, low and dejected sounding. Its door slammed closed, gravel crunching beneath its tires as it backed away from him
Breathing hard in the wake of his outburst, Nureyev watched it turn around and drive away. His nerves were struggling as tight as garrote wire as the Ruby’s thrusters activated, burning orange then blue as it lifted into the sky.
Nureyev couldn’t look away, even as the Ruby faded from view. Tears poured down his cheeks- he wiped at them futilely, but it did nothing to stem the tide. A strangled sob escaped Nureyev’s lips as his only way home left without him.
He was on his own now. As he was meant to be.
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sainthowlzon · 3 months ago
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Welcome to the Brotherhood
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steelthroat · 9 months ago
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I'm designing my undercover Optimus for my fic, and let me tell you... he fucks >:3
He looks like someone that would be bad at being a Decepticon, perfectttt.
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r7inyz · 8 months ago
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some helpy(s) for the soul 🙏
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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 2 months ago
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wip
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ishibishie · 1 year ago
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drawing every project voltage miku part 15
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polygonalfish · 2 years ago
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quick draw for @maria-steele
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steeloofficial · 8 months ago
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stp magma doodles. man i love the hunted and animal princess. miss sword is always great too
rbs and replies appreciated.
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angrymemesandicecreams · 6 months ago
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went to mcm london and got to meet hamish steele and get a book and oh my go d d d d d he was so nice and sweet and cool and im still losing my mind over it
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Artist rendition of me leaving his booth. Yes i did hold the book like that. I was a happy boy ok-
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cashewally-sarcastic · 8 months ago
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There is something ace abour Venlumi. Like two people who love each other but not in a traditional sense, despite looking like it from an outsiders point of view. They have their own language for the depths of emotions, but it gets translated as 'romantic'. They both are much alike the people they surround themselves with but there is just one key difference between them and the people of Teyvat <- thinking normally rn <- (what if you knew you were fundamentally different than other people and had a word for it but couldn't explain to those people)
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
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lumilasi · 3 months ago
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I initially planned on having multiple doodles about his new hairdo, buuuuuut.............. I kind of ran out of motivation after just making this first one. This then sat on my laptop for almost a week as I just didn't feel like finishing it, but I now figured might as well, given I'm not vibing with any of my other ideas currently.
Basically, I felt like his spikier haircut was odd, considering everyone else in the family has curly/wavy hair. So, I gave him a wavier cut too. (Also TBH I didn't really like that haircut much anymore, it was kinda eh)
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scarlettrust · 11 months ago
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Ben was wearing his favourite shirt.
it wasn’t anything special; a white crew neck gone soft with a thousand washes, with yellow flowers embroidered over a useless pocket. But it made him smile every time he wore it. A smile that only appeared when Benten stood in front of the mirror- soft, and entirely for him as he smoothed out invisible wrinkles, turning to see how the lines fell on his lean frame
Ben was wearing his favourite shirt, the day Juno visited home.
it was the first thing he always reached for once the laundry was folded and put away. It was just a shirt, but it always put a skip in his step —cheeks dimpled and eyes shining. Any day he wore it would be a good one, because Ben had decided it would be. a good luck charm made of worn cotton and yellow thread. It had been his favourite since the day Juno had bought it for him, all those years ago.
Ben was wearing his favourite shirt, the day he died.
And Juno wished he could think about anything else.
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of-galaxies-and-black-holes · 3 months ago
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just need to sew everything in place + the metal bits for belting but !!
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