Dec 25, 2024
Hhhhhhh have some quick Star of Providence doodles. Merry Holidays.
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Hhhhhhh have some quick Star of Providence doodles. Merry Holidays.
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My updated pilot designs for the Monolith Ships. All of this is entirely my headcanon and ideas and should not be treated as official.
Null: Good morning.
Overlord: Good morning.
D-13: Good morning.
AB: Good morning.
Armsmaster: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Anarchist: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
All Characters - Art by Nestorn
@seiyadave replied to your post: “Every time I tell myself I should draw my OCs, I…”
I like how they look though, really unique! :D
Aww, thank you! I have the rest of the Pilots for each ship.
Left to Right: NULL, D-13, Overlord, ??? (Chaos), Arena Blaster.
Their faces are darkened because I'm scared of showing them in public. And all of them look cooler with their helmets on, like this one.
Sorry for the drabble. I really like Star Prov, and I wanna draw more of it. But I also should give my OCs love too cause I miss drawing them aaaaa!
A.B, supposedly a arcade enthusiast? wouldn't be able to guess from the attire huh.
Database: I…I see the line. The factory steel on society. A world mired in complacency. Slaves to their instincts, and fueled by anger and hatred! A rocket propellant as volatile as it is potent, and frighteningly…self-sustaining.
AB: Is there a rest stop between now and the fucking point?
Database: The point, Arena Blaster, is that we are nothing but scared, spiteful children, playing at adulthood; a fictitious lie of comfort and—even more repugnant—complacence! So what is an AI to do…but wage war so calamitous and glorious that it would snap humanity out of its foolish, worthless charade?! And who better…an opponent…than the Facility?
AB: Okay, but why are you a machine, though?
AB: hey, soo, do you think you can help me carry this box? it’s really heavy
Overlord, effortlessly lifting it: nothing is heavier than the weight of my depression
AB:
AB: i am now equally impressed and concerned