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Hi, I'm Edita :) ... used to be a shy girl who didn't talk much but I'm in my 20s now and I thought, "When will I talk about things I like if not now??"

[furiarossa]

He's grumpy because mutants have been good with him and didn't tell him that he's a monster. "What do you mean I'm not a monster, you suicidal... suicidal... mutants!"

Just a little warmup :)

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[creaturezgirlz]

I know right? they made bastion so hot is was distracting. he even slicks his hair back in a moment of repose during the climactic fight scene. they were horny horny

I didn’t even see this but this is so true like WOW

[creaturezgirlz]

Idk shit about that new blood hunt event marvels doing in the comics but imagine a vampire Bastion. Cringe, ik, but idc.

Like he does everything so he doesn’t have to feed.

He’s supposed to protect humanity, not hurt them.

[littlebeautifly]

[unicornspwnall]

X-MEN 97' | Tolerance is Extinction Part 3

[sonofasentinel]

Bastion, what do you mean your villain theme song is ‘The Purple People Eater’? I know you were getting bullied before your powers manifested because that is some dork behavior.

[furiarossa]

What are you looking at? The future incarnate, that's what.

This had just to be a warmup sketch of Bastion, but I ended up overworking it a bit... oh well, sometimes we all need to relieve tension with a bit of coloring, right? :)

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[furiarossa]

Drawing the guy again (as a warmup :D).

[murdercide626]

I know he's awful, but.... why did they make him so hot??? 😭❤❤❤❤

[killer-mata]

Cogito ergo sum…..I think, therefore I AM!!!!

Bastion kind of reminds me of AM since both are computers that just HATE a group which in this case bastion HATES the mutants and wishes to eradicate them all….what a silly goose 😚

[timbit-robin-art]

uhm can I..uhmm can uou possibly make a bastion pat..? Uhmm..if uou want to..uou dnt have to…uhmm.. 👉👈

Pets the tech guru man.

[creaturezgirlz]

You and Bastion got into the same college. And somehow, the same dorm room. You watch as he unpacks his very few possessions. You like him. A lot. Always have. He glances over his shoulder at you.

“Something wrong?” He asks softly

“Oh- No! Not at all.” You shake your head

He smiles. “Come on. What is it?”

He moves, sitting next to you on the bed. He rests a hand on your thigh.

You feel your body heat up, and your cheeks flush.

He notices, and he grins. “You like this arrangement, don’t you?”

He’s flirting. He’s actually flirting.

[furiarossa]

It's the half sentinel guy, yay!

Bastion, from X-Men '97.

I love to draw this guy with horrible morals, a confusing and terrifying inferiority/superiority complex, tragic childhood, near omnipotence and immaculate aesthetics, okay?

[EDIT] Adding the black lipstick version because, yeah:

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[littlebeautifly]

“For you.” Smirking, you outstretched your arms, a sketchbook in your hands. “I hope you’ll still have some spare time for sketching.”

Bastion chuckled, accepting your gift. “Thank you.”

“And…” You stepped up to his side. “This time I had my own vision of the future and sketched it on the first page.”

He raised an eyebrow as he glanced from you to the sketchbook. Once he opened it, you tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.

“Happy birthday.” You withdrew with a timid smile.

He pulled you into a strong embrace before you could notice his cheeks flushing slightly.

[sonofasentinel]

me, blowing a kiss to the sky: For Bastion.

[littlebeautifly]

Bastion x apathetic!reader

It’s tragic, isn’t it? After meeting countless people, traveling across countless places and experiencing all the world could offer, you thought there was nothing in this existence that could paint your world another color than gray. 

If everything was the same, it lost all the meaning. If there was no meaning, what was the purpose of anything?

So why did your gaze linger on him? What was so different about him? 

Maybe it was the look in his eyes as he gazed back at you. The same look you saw in your reflection. The emotionless eyes of someone who watched the people wander through life looking for something they didn’t know if it even existed at all.

Maybe it was the smile he gave you in acknowledgement, as you also accepted the absurdity in life when everyone else turned a blind eye in a futile attempt to explain their existence. When others believed their dreams would come true, you grew tired of lying to yourself.

Maybe it was the fact that he was the only one who approached you and stayed when others walked away. When they talked about trivial things, pretended to be someone they weren’t, feigned interest to gain something in return… he was the only one who was simply himself.

Maybe he knew you would see through him just like he saw through you. After years and years of disappointments, you became a mirror reflecting the emotions of the people in front of you. A chameleon of interests of the person you were talking to. An echo of opinions of the group you happen to be a part of. Sometimes it got difficult to discern between the emotions or thoughts of the people around you and your own. You wondered just who you were anymore, thought if there was something wrong with you. Were you broken when others were whole?

But just as he was unapologetically himself, you responded in kind. For the first time in your life, you could be yourself with no hint of a mask.

He reached out for you when you long since lost the reason for reaching out for others. You took his hand and you never left his side since. Only by his side did you finally understand what it meant to be truly alive…

You realized too late what new color he brought into your world. Black. Pitch black like the abyss he was pulling you into. Like the darkness awaiting you down the road to hell with him.

You smirked, an eerie serenity reflected in your eyes as he spoke with certainty of his grand goal for the future of mankind. You didn’t share the same perspective as him on this matter nor did you agree with his actions, but you loved him too much to even think of leaving him. Not that he’d let you, but you didn’t mind it.

You made peace with whatever fate held for you and him, be it heaven or hell. After all, the moment your eyes met, you’ve already been damned.

…but if you weren’t afraid to look truth in the eye, you would have known long ago that you were damned before you even met him. And he knew it.

That’s why when you gazed into an abyss, the abyss gazed back into you. You were already an abyss in the making and he’d make sure you knew that too.

[creaturezgirlz]

Of course you didn’t mind. Why would you mind sitting in your best friend since elementary schools lap, Bastion. Of course you didn’t feel anything. Okay, that’s a lie. Your heart is pounding, your cheeks are red and you’re sweating. You like him. A lot. It doesn’t help that his hand is on your hip. If it wasn’t for this stupid college party, you wouldn’t be dealing with this. He leans forward, chin resting on your shoulder.

“You okay?” He asks, voice calm, almost monotonous. You glance at him. “Yeah, I’m just a little drunk.” You smile as if nothings wrong.

Even on the ride home with him, you can’t think. Even when you’re lying in bed.