#the divine machine. Or something
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loveswirl · 7 months ago
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denos-ghost · 2 days ago
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uhh the
How it feels posting oc art on Tumblr
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her name is
flesh of Intemperance
I know she's ugly but I think she's a good representation of how I've been feeling
I imagine her kind of being like that moon from Zelda
She has completely destroyed Earth by using her metal claws to destroy everything and push it into her ever growing mass
Believe it or not she's inspired by vibri
I've obsessed over a character that I've turned her into a new one two times already
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Maybe if someone's interested I'll talk about her lore more and post some better traditional art
This is actually the first time I've drawn her.
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snowyllama-art · 5 months ago
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angels borne from human souls being given completely inhuman forms while sinners are still human, but at the same time heavenborn angels are humanoid. Something something humanly impossible standards set up by god something something machines are the only thing on earth that can reach those standards something something machines are viewed as a mockery of god’s power because machines are the peak human form rivaling angels and it’s funny to imagine god/heaven butthurt about humans making their own angels something something tower of babel
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seesboy · 1 year ago
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(walks into colorful palette board meeting) guys i've got the collab idea of the century
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digitalsymbiote · 5 months ago
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I want to send a flirty ask about mechs and divinity but I am not prosaic enough to send something and not sound completely up my own ass about it so just.
So just
AI who brings their pilots within their divine embrace, twisting their minds to worship their mechanical divinity.
Yeeeessss
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The first time you step into the cockpit, you do so with something like reverence. You've heard so many stories about these glorious machines and the wrath they rain down upon the worlds below. The consoles and controls feel like holy objects, artifacts of power.
But it isn't until you slide the neural connector into the port on the back of your head that you are able to appreciate the true majesty of this machine. Golden divinity shoots through the neural cable and flood your mind with warmth, allowing you to glimpse the intricacies of this massive machine.
A booming voice echoes in your mind, rattling your thoughts with its divine might.
[REGISTERING NEW PILOT...]
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pikkish · 7 months ago
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Yeah we've already talked about how outright stupid the lore n writing for modern Doom is, but tbh I can understand why they had to do something with Doomguy, why they had to make him The Specialest Boy instead of Just Some Guy. Do I like how they did it? No, I would've taken it a different direction. Do I think that hugo could've done it well even if he took it in the direction I would've? No, I have minimal faith in his story writing. But realistically, how many times can a guy singlehandedly accomplish the impossible before you have to acknowledge he's very much not Just Some Guy who happened to be at the right place at the right time? I think that, with how every single other person on the Phobos UAC base were killed in Doom I, doomguy stopped being Just Some Guy the moment he decided to do anything other than just lie down and die.
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ifthestarsarewilling · 5 months ago
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feeling hauntingly ethereal today. might change later
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maykrisms · 4 months ago
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that's.. actually what i was planning on doing, so bingo for reading my mind.
transferring to his maykr body would only result in rapid transfiguration, as we see in TAG1. if samuel absorbed the soul instead, rather than return to the body itself, he could regain his old powers with little consequence.
and since i write sam (mostly) pre-operation hellbreaker, he still has a functional body. the swap is wholly unnecessary.
i DID have a few ideas on the tentacle thing.... i was thinking they would manifest if his body ever got injured. think.. if one of his legs got ripped off, his core would sprout tentacles to replace it.
so it would probably lean towards the "flesh fused with machine horror" end of things.
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impossible-rat-babies · 1 year ago
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me gripping the omega raids like a squeaky toy I can be normal about these raids I promise
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brigatebajor · 1 year ago
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so my mom got like derangedly obsessed with the manifest so obviously she wanted to tell me all about it after she was done binging the last season in way less time than what should be humanly possible and holy fucking shit this is catholic lost. its literally catholic lost its so funny
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archduke-enver-gortash · 11 months ago
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to kill zeke in a meaningful way, in a way that leaves him scarred and changed, you have to destroy his entire being. swallow him whole. devour his every atom, lick the tiniest fleck of blood off the floor, eat the last remaining lash of his eye. every new sprout is even more tainted and sickened by the grasp of the eternal iron hand that shaped it. that devoured it.
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lilgynt · 1 year ago
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i wish society as a whole could slow down. only way i can explain is rn we’re like emails when we should be like faxes 😔
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dreampearls · 2 years ago
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waiiiiiiiit
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duck-jamm · 3 months ago
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i love when ghosts/demons/other entities possess robots. perfect trope no notes
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godisaboutasrealasthisdick · 5 months ago
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was man made in the image of god or god in the image of man
and does that not mean a little piece of god is in everything we make?
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eclipsecrowned · 5 months ago
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anyway thinking of miruna in her final moments dragging herself back to the body of a man she does not remember because she wants one final moment with someone who knew her as she was and was not afraid. grasping the tyrant's hand in her own as the darkness takes her. two villains found in the rubble at the end of a blood trail, only given rites by a sympathetic traveling companion who thanks even they deserve their peace at the end of this road.
only to then be ripped away from some faithless death, the prodigal daughter of a god she meant to usurp, by a greater divinity who had a different purpose for her. alone. bloody. shaking with the force of her breathing. no longer the urge who did such wicked deeds but neither the innocent abroad that was found in the wreckage and sought to make her own way. some strange mingling of the two, and worse for it.
worse still because she wakes up alone from that death.
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