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[Image ID: A lineless, digital, bust up drawing of Borg Ruiz done entirely in shades of purple and pink. Bo has one hand on Bo's face and is doing a peace sign with the other. Bo is smiling gently at the camera. The background is dark blue with stars and hearts doodled on it. End ID]
another redraw from my zine. hi
4 days until zine jam!! art by @sol-sketches
my beloved beams. chillin and vibing i miss them. image IDs in alt text
solarium gift exchange time :3
the housemates playing cards for @sol-shines :3 im super duper proud of this bad boy
borg ruiz
:0 bo c4?
this outfit is so cute and elegant i love it
hiii crab hi. idk if you're still doing these but if you are. 🌻 + bo ruiz and/or tot best :]] i love They
write back soon, a fic about alieu’s very long letter to the shadows (including bo) in the two-day span between the besties shifting in and bo shifting in, and the consequences of it! oops alieu you accidentally convinced your friend to follow you out of the shadows
“I think we’re friends.”
“That sounds right!”
“I also think I’m mad at you.”
Borg nodded. “Yeah. I think I have that effect on people! I’m probably not supposed to be here.”
“Well, welcome to the Desert?” Alieu said with a shrug. He waved expansively at the expansive waves of sand. They rustled in the faint wind.
Borg smiled in a way that probably wasn’t visible through the mask. Huh! Borg hadn’t noticed the mask. “Thanks.” Pointing at a cactus, Borg said, “This is great. Love the décor! I can’t help but feel like, uh, it’s not what I’m here for? If that makes sense.”
Alieu frowned. “You shouldn’t be here at all. You should be back in the… the…” He rubbed his forehead. “Sorry. Lost my train of thought.”
“Yeah, I don’t remember either. Anything else besides sand and cacti?”
“There’s a giant purple eye that gives us confusing commands. But otherwise, no.” Alieu kicked some sand and watched it blow away. “Oh. And the ship.”
“The ship! Well, ships sound fun.”
“Nothing about the eye?”
Borg squinted up at the sky. “It’s alright. Wait, where — oh. Oh, wow.”
Alieu followed where Borg was looking. “Not too exciting.”
“Hey, friend.” Borg started tugging on his sleeve. “You gotta introduce me to them. I mean, wow!” Out of nowhere, without thinking, a deck of mismatched cards slipped into Borg’s hands. “This is definitely why I’m here.”
The magical, majestic, mawesome Borg "Bo" Ruiz of Hellmouth Sunbeam! Commission for @/_iznj on twitter
[Image ID
A digital illustration of Borg Ruiz done in a limited palette. They are floating against a purple and yellow background. They have long dark hair framing them. They are looking up and smiling widely and their hands are slightly up on their sides. On their left hand they are holding an alberije inspired mask, and above them in an arc is a scattered deck of cards where some of them are made from receipts and pieces of paper. They are wearing a purple jacket with white stripes and yellow hood and under it is a simple black shirt. They are wearing purple pants with white stripes, paired with it are yellow and white sneakers.
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