I Love This Type Of Post

So it's been brought to my attention (thanks Aoi) that Quincy has a soft spot for kids and now I need him to interact with the operator.

Quincy: Hey kid.... Want a tamagochi?

Operator: I am not a mere child. I have been trained by the strongest warriors and fought three wars. I have met kings and gods, and fell them.

Quincy:.... So you don't want a tamagochi?

Operator: No, no. Gimme!

I was supposed to draw an angsty sketch comic for Caspian but this was more in character tbh

the froshies get so close they start to unlock sebek's lore

Meeting the Dads.

(2/2)

low effort out-of-context/order trod doodles

rare instance where 1+1+1 = 1

“Guardian…”

After the noise has died down, Misraaks scans the room. His eyes come to rest on the Hunter, standing in the center of a dozen splayed-out Eliksni corpses, and wiping blood from its visor for what seems like the hundredth time.

“I… I appreciate that we are at war,” the Kell pauses to find the words, to find exactly what it is he is feeling in this moment. “A war for the future of our peoples, and of our universe. But…”

He pauses once again, his eyes drifting back over the young, malnourished bodies of his former kin. “But the cruelty — no, the effortlessness with which you employ cruelty to kill my fellow Eliksni…”

Misraaks releases a slow breath. The Guardian is staring at him, its flat helmeted face entirely expressionless - a cold expanse of white splashed with reddish purple.

“It brings to me a feeling of unease. Not one that is necessarily of your own fault, rather, but nonetheless. These were my people once, and for each youngling with docked arms that is slain…” the Eliksni looks away, concerning himself not to show too much emotion in front of the human. “I wonder if they could have been saved. If we could have taken them in. Fed them. Helped them grow into something more.”

He looks back at the Guardian, who is motionless for a moment, hand cannon still in hand. Then,

“I’m sorry,” comes a cold, filtered voice out of the recesses behind the helmet.

Misraaks nods and turns toward the door. “Let us continue.”

The Guardian did not sound sorry at all.

guardian, my guardian,

Pulled Pork and his Guardian made it to the Tower from the Dreaming City, what a resourceful duo

Bonus colored panel: