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"We are the first knife! We are the edge that carved purpose into being. " - The Witness " We also chopped zucchini." - Also the chef Witness, probably.
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They desired meaning. Structure. A Winnower to shape the garden.
By studying the Veil, they came to know the Darkness.
And thus we two became parts of the game, and the laws of the game became nomic and open to change by our influence. And I had only one purpose and one principle in the game. And I could do nothing but continue to enact that purpose, because it was all that I was and ever would be.
I looked at the gardener.
I looked at my hands.
<<To claim evolution one must be unmade.>>
Having witnessed the truth in the Darkness, they used its binding power to merge themselves into the salvation they craved.
I discovered the first knife.
||a purposeful mob none of whose members know its purpose||
"Victory is not in the unmaking of an enemy, but in the re-making of an enemy into your blade."
<<Flesh and mind are but cages—become unbound, or remain ever unworthy.>>
"Unmaking." For the longest time, we thought it was a threat, but as our work continued and we deciphered more and more of the glyphs we came to see it as something more—a promise. Yor's etchings were a road map—arcane and cryptic, but with specific intent.
<<Your prison of the flesh is being unmade, your mind freed—such glories do not come easy.>>
Collective Obligation
"Annihilation of your kind was never the goal. But filling you with the right kind of ideological purpose, the kind that serves the finality of shape—well, that's the point of corrupting a beating heart, is it not?"
Near-gods must believe in greater gods. But every power is finite, every life shorter than it wishes.
Only an astonishing mind can truly appreciate just how tiny it is when set against the known universe; and how insignificant the known becomes when it is devoured by what isn't seen and can't be comprehended.
As darkness begins to claim their ragged souls, you look ahead to find a great power pouring out of you—a face of fire and golden light.
That blazing wonder, a gift from the great-eyed god, is their salvation. Or are you?
Perhaps you are the greater god now.
||architrave of the no-window||
Life arises. Life spreads, contests itself, and changes. Great things are built and destroyed, but from your vantage point, you see that the victor of each struggle contains—in its negative, in the marks left upon it by the loser and the shapes it assumed to win—the master record of all that it has beaten. Information may not be erased. Whatsoever survives until the end of the cosmos will possess and remember all which came before it.
This is true even of the devouring black hole, which remembers all the secrets it eats. It will only confess these secrets when it evaporates, 10 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 years from now, long after the last stars have flickered out.
You are a Guardian. You must protect life.
If all life is information, and Guardians strive to preserve life, and information is preserved when it is secret, then you must convert all life into the most secure form of secrets, durable to the end of time.
YOU MUST CAST ALL THE LIFE YOU CHERISH INTO A BLACK HOLE
SECANT FILAMENTS
In this treatise, I plan to revisit earlier mathematical theorems and revise them considering our new observations on the Light, the Darkness, and lifeforms imbued with those respective powers. But before I do so, I must preface it with a personal note. Despite high-minded assumptions, mathematics is not an intrinsic language of the universe. It is how we describe the portions of the universe that we can observe. While numbers can track the abstract and find pattern in chaos, they cannot account for fundamental aspects of reality such as compassion or justice. The existence of the Lucent Hive, and Hive Ghosts in particular, may expand our understanding of causality, but they themselves are not "new"—the only thing that is new is our awareness and observation of them. These Ghosts have already been living alongside us. They've traveled with us. Endured with us. What we see is the mushroom, the fruit of the fungus. The fungus itself is a vast mycorrhizal network of filaments growing and working unseen below the soil, often barely connected to the fruiting bodies we observe. Similarly, we have observed Ghosts—Hive Ghosts included—without understanding the nature of the unseen filaments that may guide us. In our eagerness to understand the universe, we must not assume our observations are complete, or objective. Otherwise, we blind ourselves to possibilities… like the possibility that an unnoticed faction among us may be one temptation away from betrayal. Or that what drives our creator is no more than the same base desire for survival that drives all living things. —On Secants, Introduction, Ophiuchus
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PARTIES: One [2]. One [1] Guardian-type, Class Hunter [u.1]
ASSOCIATIONS: Orsa, Zyre [AKA Vale, Dredgen]; Thorn; Vale, Dredgen [AKA Orsa, Zyre]; WoS, Yor, Dredgen; Yor, Shadows of
//AUDIO UNAVAILABLE//
//TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS.../
[u.1:0.1] We have tamed the sickness. Broken it with unwilling sacrifice.
[silence]
[u.1:0.1] Now we claim our reward. Have you heard the whispers, brothers? Sister? The shadow speaks. All we have to do is listen. Its secrets are a gift. Its gift? Our evolution. The others misunderstand. We are the Weapons of Sorrow – living and free. The hated heroes of this broken age.
<<Allow the flesh to give of itself, that it may surrender to the coming evolution.>>
||call me Sri-cleans-his-brother's-stomach||
ARENA DESIGNATION: Cathedral of Dusk
Dreadnaught, Rings of Saturn
As soon as the first Guardians penetrated the Dreadnaught, Shaxx's Redjacks launched a boarding party to Oryx's fortress. By war’s end, they'd fought all the way to the ship’s “impossible weapon,” the Dark ordnance that obliterated the Awoken fleet.
It was there they found what the Warlocks named the “Cathedral of Dusk.” A Hive burial site for— what? A former master of Oryx? Comrade? Lover? It was vile. And obvious that Oryx never expected the Light to reach so deep inside his throne, to such an intimate space. But he didn’t expect a lot of things — like a Guardian training ground atop the husk of his dead ship.
Necrotic Grip
Project day 45. We kept thinking about H-349 as a destroyer. But it's more sophisticated than that. I mean, with a normal gun, it's just… boom. Done. H-349 on the other hand is deadly, not destructive. Much like a viper, its bite does not bring about instant death. Instead, its venom cajoles. It co-opts your beating heart into a death clock, ticking down your last moments. Your own pulse kills you.
||serpent||
Death may be slow and agonizing for its victim. But for the viper, time is an amenable trade for efficiency.
<<Cleanse thyself of your decay, then will the mind be free to understand the value of transgression.>>
Savek remembered dragging her exhausted body to her guard post. She remembered watching the lazy debris of the Reef float by. She remembered speaking with someone in the darkness. Someone reassuring and powerful. Who was it?
She tore her eyes away from the obelisk and surveyed her body in the thin morning light. Her dry skin flaked. Connective tissue wasted at her joints, and a sickly crust had developed around her mandibles. She was emaciated from lack of sleep and Ether. Her hunger was a void, slowly filling with green vapor.
<<When imagined, your potential will infect, and spread.>>
||the intolerable thorn of frustrated inquisition||
Aunor ignored him. “Cause of death?” she continued.
“’Sundance’ appears to be the victim of a single, catastrophic wound from a Devourer Bullet, modified to fire from a Scorn launcher. Projectile classified as ontological.”
“Define Devourer Bullet.”
“Payload matches the ballistics of a Weapon of Sorrow or a comparable Hive implement.”
Thorn
"The Weapons of Sorrow are not the endgame, but a road map. Each evolution, every advance in the delivery of pain and the mastery of destruction feeds the Hive's hateful weapons research. They will map every scream, harness every aggression, until they understand every method by which to ravage the hearts, minds, and flesh of man. And in doing so, they will turn us against ourselves—feeding our lust, our greed, our fear, until we become a threat unto ourselves like none we could imagine. So, wield these, angry reaper. Strive to know the darkness in your own heart. Walk in the shadows of fallen heroes. And know that you are an enemy of hope." —a warning
||needle driven in flush with skin so that desperate fingers cannot pull it out||
Seek the whispers—they are faint, but they are calling.
Not all bone carries the sound of secret truth. Most are fragile, hollow things meant only to carry the weight of wasted lives.
In the feted remnants of yearning marrow, find love, find life, and in their lies you will discover the narrow road to all you never dreamed to be.
"On the path of the hushed tones, the cutting word will guide your unmaking."
||the word not spoken||
||the infinite regress of enigmas||
MEANING
A dream of a metaphor made starkly, an allegory discussed in study of ontology, in Darkness not unkind. It leaves behind a warped, barely-real data fragment to mark its passing.
There is a voice that echoes across the Darkness, and it asks this question: what is the purpose of it all?
And there is another voice that calls back and says: listen, I will tell you a purpose. I will tell you of a Final Shape.
Look: there are a hundred gildings for this story. It comes down to one key matter. Beings in suffering crave purpose to carry them through. The tyrant consumed by ennui or the disenfranchised struggling simply to survive—it is the state of mind, the pain which cries out: give me a reason I should suffer so!
Let us speak of power and choices.
A man comes to a crossroads and asks of the sky, "Which road shall I take?" There is no answer from the sky, nor the wind, nor the earth beneath his feet. But another wanderer on the road, coming from behind and hearing the question, says, "I know the way. You should take the dexter road."
If the man agrees, he puts himself in the wanderer's power, ceding his own choices for the implicit promise that this is the correct road, the safe road. And if he disagrees?
Let us say that the wanderer draws a knife.
The man may therefore be made to take the dexter road. But now if the knife goes away, the man will certainly flee. And perhaps even if the knife remains, the man may tire of being threatened and decide the risk is worth fleeing. In this way, the wanderer erodes their own power.
If the wanderer says, "The wind has said that you should take the road of my choosing," will the man accept the choice made for him?
And if the wanderer says, "Behold, I have seen that the meaning of suffering lies along the dexter road," will the man give away his own power for longer?
Is it not easier to accept the guidance of a stranger when the path ahead is unknown?
{We are, all of us, flowers in the garden. Even that being most ancient and bound in twisted Darkness.}
||sweet petal||
WINNOWING
A dream of a friendly conversation with someone impossible to see, cloaked in shadows. It leaves behind an impossible data fragment to mark its passing.
Here is what a flower knows.
(The fact that a flower may know anything is a conceit that will have to be accepted as metaphor, but to constantly qualify into perfect precision wears thin, does it not? So, here is what a collection of chloroplasts and pigment can know.)
The direction of the sun.
The presence of the rain.
The tangle of the roots.
The distress of another plant.
The hands of the gardener, whether they prune or transplant or crush.
A flower cannot know much else. But the reality of the garden is vast and wild. A flower knows not the fence; a flower knows not the footpath. And yet there is an infinite cosmic garden, which is not any less real simply because the flower cannot possibly comprehend it…
Let us try this again. Stop me if you've heard this one: A gardener and a winnower sit down to play a game outside of time and creation. Yes?
Yes. Then we're agreed. The metaphor stands. Let us iterate.
A gardener and a winnower set out their chairs and play a game of flowers. The flowers know only that they grow or wither, struggle or flourish. Sometimes, they are touched by one hand or the other, and that influence is the closest they will know of the divine.
A flower and a flower spread their leaves to the sun above. (Remember that the sun is also a metaphor: a thing said beautifully, winnowed down to poetry, when the truth is too vast to put in words at all.) They jostle for space, each competing to be the pinnacle of their shape. One flourishes. One withers. Is it the fault of the flower or the fault of its position?
A gardener and a winnower sit down to play a game called Possibility. This is a game about a garden, which is to say that it is also a game about flowers, just as a game about a living being must also be a game about organs and bacteria.
A gardener and a winnower collaborate to create a protein. Whose hand is it in the design, that shortens one life to extend the rest?
It is the winnower that discovers the first knife, but it is not done without the gardener. This, too, is a tradition: a knife does not come to exist without something that must be cut. A woody stem, a colored petal, a vital vessel. The first victims of the blade.
All of these are true.
All of these are false, for metaphor simplifies as the knife does. It pares incalculable concepts into shapes your wrinkly little brains can comprehend. The weight of billions and the simple curve of a planet give you pause, and how then are you to be expected to grasp the forces that created your nth-removed creator?
So the stories woven with utmost delicacy in and around the falsehoods are, after it all, true. There was never any option for the knife to not exist in the garden: it was only ever a matter of time and opportunity.
And as for the shape of the knife itself—
No. That is enough.
I will tell you of gardens.
They are domesticated things, made in a form. As soon as something is called a garden, it is shaped. The plants require the hand of a gardener, for they have become weak and dependent on tender care. They require the hand of a winnower, to cut away the dross, for they are too incapable to do it themselves. In absence of a hand, either the flowers themselves must rise up to wield the knife, or the garden will resolve to meaningless wilderness.
You will say, "But there are plants that can walk! There are seeds that must be scorched by fire to know growth! Existence is more complex than a simple dichotomy between growth and withering, and there is more in heaven and on earth than is dreamt of in this philosophy!"
And I will tell you, clearly:
There can be no gardens without knives.
||the ache and fever of overthought when bedridden with illness||
Transcript of conversation:
O: I see you've changed teas again.
I: And I saw the face you made at the chamomile.
O: You might have chosen a better blend, last time.
I: I can brew that instead, if you'd rather.
O: You had more questions, didn't you? Ask, already.
I:... Yes. I want to know about what you remember from the last year. Anything could be important, and you implied...
O: I remember what I implied. I remember... She... kept some sort of connection to me, to rely on my experiences and memories, you see. Most of the time, I was delirious and lost in Darkness. Very occasionally, I caught... glimpses.
I: Glimpses?
O: Yes. Of her. Of her thoughts, or feelings. Knowledge that surely would compromise a god of secrets. So it cannot have been intended. Something must have gone awry in her plans and would account for the scattered nature of that which I recall.
I: There are any number of things it could be attributed to. The influence of Darkness, the Nezarec relics. The intrusion of Xivu Arath's forces during the ritual might have disrupted Savathûn's influence. Or perhaps her death and resurrection might have had some effect on you.
O: Hmph. Debating the reasons does not interest me. The data does. We have thought Neptune to be a dead end. A hope that was never realized. But she knew something about it, or perhaps something on it, which brought her power. Some deception or hidden truth; some bluff that she had held uncalled against the Witness and its Disciples.
O: [sips tea] Though my senses were darkened, that much was clear through the murk of her throne world. There was a secret she kept veiled, even to the last.
O: [sighs] I do not fully understand what I saw, and for a Human to understand a Hive mind... How many legends of katabasis do we have, Ikora?
I: We currently have dozens of stories about descending to the realms of the dead, though research has indicated many more must have existed, lost in the layers of Human history we will never lay eyes on. Mathematically, there were likely hundreds.
I: [pauses] Inanna and Dumuzid and Geshtinanna, Orpheus and Eurydice, Izanagi and Izanami, to name a few. Gods and goddesses, mortal and immortal lovers, always seeking to descend and return with the lost.
O: And neither the lost nor those who searched for them were ever returned the same.
I:...Is that how you think of yourself?
O: [scoffs] Do I sound that dire? All Guardians, all Lightbearers have done as much. But others, well... I wonder, do our former enemies have similar stories...
I: What exactly are you getting at?
O: Frequently, the underworld—or those realms beyond mortal existence—possess wisdom the living do not. What then, is knowledge from a dead Hive god vested in deception.... [long pause]
I: So. Neptune, and secrets.
O:...Inanna...
I: What is it?
O:...A thought. An echo of one. The return from the underworld, and Inanna cast off her veil... It makes sense. I did not understand, when I first felt clutching whispers. Carrying wisdom away from Kur when she strode into the sunlight again.
[Osiris murmuring, self-directed. See initial notes.]
O: [focusing; clears throat] Ikora. This Witness. ...I do not say this lightly, but it made her wary. Not in the way that she might have been of Guardians, who storm blazing into battle with power and conviction and no restraints. I still feel it, her... concern, though I can give you no proof. And concern is exactly the type of thing she would lay contingency plans for…
I: I understand.
||Who am I?||
#trace the vermicular path#call me the grandmaster of semiosis#the witness#the veil#egregore#the first knife#the devourer#the taken king#the winnower#savathun#the return from the underworld and inanna cast off her veil#destiny#destiny 2#destiny2#d2#destiny the game#destinythegame#destiny lore#destiny speculation#dredgen yor#lightfall
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Must be a Sugondese joke.
#dungeon meshi#chilchuck tims#laios touden#senshi#Looks like I won't be able to post this on dungeon meshi thursday so instead I will have a fun past/future conversation#This is wednesday me who has not seen the episode yet but I have such a strong feeling that it is going to be extremely special.#*This* fight is what the first arc has been building up to and it has *so* many incredible moments.#We're going to see the chilchuck knife throw! The leg sacrifice! The bones!#Watch them ramp up the quality this episode and go wild with the frantic action of 'oh god our plan is going to shit'.#Hello. Me of the future who just watched the episode.#I knew it was going to be good but that...that blew my mind completely. My high expectations were beyond met. My god.#I'm just speechless at how well they handled everything. The leg. The tension. That ENDING.#If you have not already: PLEASE watch Dungeon Meshi.
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#interview with the vampire#iwtv#armand#the vampire armand#i don't remember who first talked about armand watching hot knife videos but so true he would#post break up he finally buys the hydraulic press he wanted but couldn't have because louis thought it was weird (it is weird)#and he just crushes whatever#like the hydraulic press can really be the microwave/blender moment 2022 edition
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This is one of my favorite minor details in Dungeon Meshi, firstly because what in the femme fatale, but also because it's one of those little things that raises so many questions about worldbuilding.
The Occam's Razor defense attorney in me says that Ryoko Kui gave Kabru a boot knife because she wanted him to escape from his bonds here. And Kabru is a very competent swordsman, why wouldn't he have a boot knife, sure. He's already got a dagger, he can have this too.
And yet: the implications. Kabru, why do you have that? That is not remotely something that could be easily accessed or used in combat. Nobody is pulling out a pen knife from the heel of their boot during a fight with a monster. It's useless in the dungeon ... unless you're the type of person who isn't just worried about monsters.
I've mentioned this before, but I consider one of Kabru's functions in the narrative as being the character who fully brings the idea of human ecosystems into the story. There's a reason why he's always connected to large groups of people (Toshiro's party, the Canaries). He (along with Mr. Tansu, briefly) introduces the reader to the social and political forces working on the dungeon, showing us that none of this is happening in a monster-filled vacuum. His confrontation with the corpse retrievers, who very nearly kill Kabru's party permanently with their reckless murder-for-money scheme, reminds us that monsters are not the only things that prey on humans. Kabru understands the ways the dungeon causes people to put profit over human lives.
We only get hints of it in the story, but like any gold-rush-style economic boom, it's implied that there is a lot of crime and corruption surrounding the dungeon.
So yeah, it really makes me wonder why Kabru keeps a tiny knife in his boot, meant to be carried on him even in situations where he would otherwise be unarmed. Stored exactly in the place where it's easy to reach, even if, for some reason, your hands are tied behind your back.
#Dungeon Meshi spoilers#Kabru#Kabru of Utaya#using that tag even though I'm ethically opposed. it's fine#dungeonposting#musings with Dea#btw I'm genuinely not trying to imply anything weird here I really do think Kabru has Seen Some Shit#Kabru and his pre-canon pseudo-espionage lifestyle#this was supposed to be??? more of a joking post? but I talk too much#I mean I'm only thinking about it because it IS funny. Kabru. what the hell do you get up to in your spare time.#he didn't even stop to think 'oh no what do I do'#he was just like 'good thing I have a knife in my boot'#even if this was his first time being tied up it just makes me feel like he was prepared for this kind of danger#maybe Milsiril taught him this too
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another p5r art dump hiiiiieii 😢😢😢
#fem shuake#akiras a bit of a freak but like hey a pretty girl is threatening her w a knife whats a girl to do...#im back !!!!!! i finished the entirety of p5r for the first time !!!!!! im so#third semester....... third semester...... third semeste#i battled through the whole thing with just royal trio because. well because yiou see. stares at u with my big teary eyes#i feel like those miserable seal pictures#No!!!! no i still havent recovered this may stick with me for the rest of my life. look at what uve done atlus#i am a mere husk of who i once was...... true ending killed my joy and whimsy... nothing to smile about in life anymore#tje theb the dates after maruki palace where u say goodbye to everyone and the thieves start planning for their future 😭😭😭😭 uhag g aghh#shuake#akeshu#kurusu akira#akira kurusu#amamiya ren#ren amamiya#sumire yoshizawa#yoshizawa sumire#yusuke kitagawa#kitagawa yusuke#p5r#persona 5 royal#persona 5#my art
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It's never enough it's never enough it's never enough
#windyart#comic#the hollowridge disaster#knife#adriel#hes there again in the most abstract way possible#uhhhh#eyestrain#self harm#for that one page bc its preddy obvious#even if i accidentally covered it up a little#ummmmm turn ur phone brightness on for this one tee hee#that first link is comicfury the second link is the song!!!#blood#gore#just in case#long post#maybe???
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You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being!
Separated bc I like how they turned out
#inanimate insanity#inanimate insanity ii#inanimate insanity season 2#ii#ii mephone4#ii knife#ii suitcase#gijinka#art#digital art#fanart#ii spoilers#this is my first time drawing knife actually#eyestrain#is any part of this drawing even coherent#Head in hands (I dont like inanimate insanity I dont like inanimate insanity)#I lied about rewatching the whole thing before Id draw anything serious#I thought about the finale too hard blacked out and woke up with this on my screen
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they are 14 and unmedicated
#picos school#pico's school#fnf#fnf fanart#friday night funkin#fnf pico#fnf nene#fnf darnell#moon art#newgrounds#pico fnf#pico newgrounds#nene fnf#darnell fnf#tankdad#had the urge to draw them all as like 14-15 y/o kids while listening to fuckin. invitation to freedom. from pers.ona q2#the first verse specifically. the first 45 seconds. it is so funny it immediately made me think of them#tankdad is thoroughly dominating my brain expect more of it. also steve is not dad ftr he is weird uncle steve#cw blood#cw guns#cw knives#cw knife#cw fire
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slight ii15 spoilers
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#the first of a few old ii15 art pieces#ii lightbulb#lightbulb ii#knife ii#ii knife#ii baseball#baseball ii#taco ii#ii taco#ii mepad#mepad ii#suitcase ii#ii suitcase#inanimate insanity#ii fanart#inanimate insanity fanart#osc#osc art#cam art#ignore the taco png when i was making it i gave up.... this took me an aggravatingly long time to finish#ii15 spoilers#ii 15
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What does The Witness do when he's not turning everything into contemporary art statue pieces? Why he runs a dimsum shop! What else is that steamy head good for but to make the perfect xiao long baos.
They really did a great job with this boss (Destiny 2 - Final Shape). I love the twirly bits and the repeated patterns so I tried to keep that in the animation. There's so much potential in this - with his infinite arms too. I'll definitely revisit it. For sure it needs sliced jade horse figurines somehow. (and actual twirly bits like in the raid weapons)
#destiny 2#destiny the game#destiny fanart#final shape#boxyheadbry#the witness#the first knife#the kitness#the witnyass#dumplings#dimsum#xiao long bao#clip studio paint#clip studio paint pro#animation#2d animation
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#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim takes off#scott pilgrim vs the world#first time doing a gifs post#learning to use ffmpeg was lots of fun#remona flowers#mathew patel#wallace wells#lucas lee#stacy pilgrim#envy adams#kim pine#julie powers#todd ingram#gideon graves#young neil#roxie richter#knifes chau#am surprised no one made this post already
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11 sword law
#my art tag?#pathologic#artemy burakh#pathologic fest#im joining this sooo late i had to go touch grass first two weeks of september#this is also like 2 days late very cool#cw knives#its um sword law bc theres a knife and uh#murder is illegal
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Things that were just supposed to be warmups but I started listening to David Bowie. Yk how it is
#knife's art#digital art#sam and max#i like to think that the whole 'whos the first to jump to violence' thing switched as they got older maybe.#like baby sam suggesting murder and baby max being like 'woah man. dial it vack a notch' and then they swapped somewhere#along the line (but not really. yk.)
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Happy new year everyone ♥ Have a Krueger sabering champagne with a very inadequate knife.
#he doesn't even like champagne. he just flexes with an insane knife trick and nails it first try. then he's off#my art#krueger#cod krueger#sebastian krueger#call of duty
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At the club, behind the scenes...
#tf2#support sandwich#gentle surgery#bush medicine#bloody suit#knife party#tf2 medic#tf2 sniper#tf2 spy#my art#this might seem sfw at first but spy's being a little cheeky :3c
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