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Some kind of godly experience

“The Astronomer lives within The Observatory; an esoteric piece of architecture that does not lend itself to being found by conventional means. You do not find The Observatory, you simply end up there if it wishes you to. All those who live and work within this impossibly large center of celestial research identify themselves only by their roles within it. Indeed, there is no recollection of names given from outside The Observatory, but there are names; The Scribe, The Archivist, The Accountant, The Security, even The Custodian, all graciously bestowed upon those working within The Observatory by The Observatory itself. The title is the identity, the identity is the honor; all that came before has no relevance inside the sanctity of The Observatory. Though The Custodian, The Security, The Scribe, and all others are many, The Astronomer is very few and most precious to The Observatory. The Astronomer carries the privilege’s of gazing into the telescope to behold the celestial bodies free of consequence. Their first meeting requires an eye that will not be missed, the eye pressed to the lens of the telescope, to be plucked from the nascent astronomer’s head. In its place, a gift is bestowed; an otherworldly prosthetic that bestows but the smallest portion of the night sky’s vast power. From that moment on, The Astronomer is home among the Circle of Stars.” My Aasimar Circle of Stars Druid, The Astronomer~!  An easy going, outwardly “laissez-faire” sort who will calmly and casually do good, recklessly. They have been…displaced from The Observatory, along with the only other known survivor; a Celestial pact of the chain warlock Tiefling named The Custodian. They both intend to remedy the situation, though The Astronomer’s urgency to do so seems to pale in comparison to their no-nonsense tiefling counterpart. The Astronomer is content to appreciate the fresh air they’ve been so unceremoniously thrust into. They have faith that all things will fall into their rightful place in due time.

You, plagued by mental illness, put a bullet in your mouth, but as soon as you pull the trigger you hear a voice speak.

“Oh we are not done with you quite yet.”

Jonathan Sims, The Archivist:

Statement begins.

This was meant to be a doodle while I listened to the Magnus Archives new ep. I just I love magnus archives so fucking much

I’m obsessed

Also here are the stills enjoy

listen i do not mean this in a furry way at all and i know the actual tread of this would be ass but let me say. i would very much like it if there were boots that made animal tracks instead of boot tracks. i just think thatd be neat

Let’s dance 🌹

Some of the weapons of TRIGUN from the artbook 

my color tips pdf is now available ! i had a lot of fun with this, i hope you enjoy ^^

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