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[kill4me37]

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[fleeglefazbeagle]

A little doodle of my headcanon/AU designs of OWAKCX and Vineria. :)

I drew this yesterday and yes, I see them being in a QPR.

In case you're wondering about the stitches on OWAKCX, the ones on his head were from his head being reconstructed after someone(NOT Raddy) bashed his head in with a hammer but as far as the ones on his face and other parts are concerned, I'll delve into that in a post.

(I might show my other Sprunki designs from my AU at some point.)

[alexabraixen]

This fucking mod makes me boogie

[frostbittenavalanche]

I feel like all the maudlin haters have just?? Vanished off Tumblr??? Like im not complaining but why did they all suddenly just evaporate. Where the fuck did they go

[cornbud]

Boye do I love when I finally get back on my older fixation only to find out that about 90% of my moots n favorite artists barely/don't gaf about it anymore.

Anyways hello, Incredibox fandom!

I really really missed you ☹️ /hj

[anetootwo]

Hello again! I'm using Translator again so I can interact with the community.

I love this Incredibox mod. It's not very well-known, unlike its counterpart, Aria Math.

I'd like to clarify that I don't know the gender of this character. I assumed it was male, but you, like others, are free to interpret it. This is definitely my opinion, and of course, my drawing! 🍀🍃

[cornflakepudding]

ASAP BEE FANART!!!🐝🐝

this is quite old actually, but I really love how it turned out so i’d like to share it!

I’ll definitely be making more Incredibox fanart soon, and if you want you can suggest your favourite polo for me to draw next as there’s so many TwT

[raisingred]

Eternal Sorrow and Immortal Light

My V8 au story part 1

⚠️Male Astra and bisexual Tromp⚠️

"Our Origins and Beliefs"

- "We Can Define What It Means to Be Human"

This piece may contain elements that could cause discomfort, including but not limited to war, survival, and ethical issues. Style: Cyberpunk, with a touch of post-apocalyptic.

Our goal is not to incite panic, but to let you know that ten thousand years later, human civilization still exists, and our history continues to move forward. Please live on with hope---from an unknown android.

Year... Year 9085.

At that time, Astra had not yet been born. If he had been born the day before the Fracture Day, perhaps this would be a different story. He might have screamed and run away, each step swift and fierce.

But at this moment, he was just watching through a pane of glass.

On a planet in the Aquila Rift, a sandstorm was raging across the vast desert of the uninhabited zone.

The yellow sand held no memory of any conflict, for it had nothing to do with civilization or stories. It only repeated the cycle of stirring up storms and then settling, burning each grain of sand until it was scorching hot. Beneath the dust, a long-collapsed massive structure lay dormant.

The triangular emblem of the United World Council, composed of stars and laurels, was worn and broken by the sand, revealing its former purpose: the United World Parliament. Two thousand years earlier, this place had been filled with people from all over the world, nervously discussing matters of survival. Now, only silence remained.

The sun rose, and the sandstorm ended. The emblem emitted a desolate glow under the pale sunlight. Now we could see the date on it: December 15, a winter day when red snow fell.

Going further back, that was the day humans left Earth. It wasn't due to extreme environmental degradation or any other crisis, but simply because humans, having reached a certain level of development, no longer wanted to be confined to that small patch of blue sky and ocean.

The massive spaceships arrived at the Aquila Rift, and the Rift Pillar, with a one in ten billion probability, gave birth to a habitable planet. Thus, the seeds of human civilization were sown and took root here.

But... something unexpected happened. On that day, flesh-and-blood humans suddenly disappeared, vanishing without a trace, leaving not even a fragment behind in the universe. No one knew what had happened, just like the sudden burst of a festive balloon in a distant, fuzzy memory.

Later, the androids who replaced humans referred to that long-forgotten event as the "Fracture Day." Like a rotten rubber band, with a snap, history was severed from the present.

Thus, those tall beings with golden blood became the new "humans," standing on two feet in the universe. Their civilization was highly advanced, and in the wilderness of space, the new humans, armed with advanced weapons and vehicles, were invincible. To them, the stars were like grazing fields, where they could gallop and collide freely.

Long ago, a writer said that one person was enough to change the world. Not long after, Astra was born into the world, named after the stars. But he disappeared at birth, on a day of high-voltage malfunctions and thunderstorms. Everything about him vanished into the vast sea of data.

Later, a cloaked stranger burst through the outer gates of the city. He leaped into an unregistered aircraft and, amidst a pulse of lightning, flew into the endless night, breaking through the surveillance and plunging into the central pillar of light that forever emitted a blinding glow. Like a moth, he disappeared into the high-temperature energy.

The stranger's eyes, which last saw the blue sky, became his eternal eye color. Like the cold winter when he made his final act of redemption, he gradually grew cold and was embraced by darkness.

In the silence, his ears were pierced by noise, and in the discomfort of pressure differences causing a throbbing pain, he saw distant, blurry figures calling to him in the light. He couldn't feel their presence, as if they were untouchable particles from a higher dimension. His coordinate-based navigation system failed.

He only felt their gazes meeting his, all of them silent. He sensed their great existence, their silent breaths rising and falling evenly in the darkness. A complex mix of emotions surged within him: resentment, pain, sorrow, suppressed anger, and then the pull into a black hole-like silence. He couldn't understand what the particles were saying, but he understood the last sentence.

"Come back, Astra. Come back, Astra."

"We are waiting for you."

He remembered. His name was Astra, a cold yet burning star.

Just before he opened his eyes again, he dreamed of a damned joke. A computer said, "I am God. Let there be light," and there was light. "You must go and shine." As he tried to sit up, he was yanked back onto the operating table by heavy wires, followed by violent vomiting, expelling a mass of black, sticky, disgusting matter.

"...Ugh."

But Astra didn't vomit again. He raised his hand and saw pale skin with faintly visible wires, and small blue and orange lights flickering at his joints. He was tangled in wires, struggling to break free. Astra groaned in discomfort, trying to move more of his body.

"Hey, hey, don't move around!" Suddenly, Astra felt a tap on his forehead, and for some reason, he obediently lay back down.

He looked at the smiling figure before him. For a moment, he lost the concept of "human." The figure's gender was indistinguishable, with a smiling face, black hair loosely braided into two strands hanging on either side, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and emitting a faint smell of chlorine.

The figure leaned over, seemingly checking Astra's condition, then nodded in satisfaction and giggled. "Perfect, absolutely perfect. I thought I couldn't fix something like you with a nearly shattered core, but it turned out to be a piece of cake!"

The figure tapped Astra's forehead twice, and he felt a rumble in his chest before a faint light appeared. Suddenly, he regained his strength and sat up abruptly, the wires behind him retracting and slithering back into a massive machine.

"Well, let me tell you, normally I'd charge a fortune for this kind of work, but you're as poor as a wild man, so what can I do? What can I do?" The long-haired figure continued to smile. "Oh well, let's get you cleaned up. You stink."

The figure took off a dark green cloak and tossed it onto a chair. Astra thought it must be a woman, as she was wearing a black cheongsam with naturally developed breasts. Humming a tune, she brought a basin of hot water, squeezed in some fragrant substance, and began washing Astra's hair.

"Who are you...?"

"I'm Tromp," the figure laughed. "But everyone calls me a tramp because I wander around all the time. Honestly, what tramp is as clean as me? People are blind. Oh, you were injured, so I brought you back and fixed you up."

"...I was injured..." Astra suddenly felt a sharp headache. "When... no, why can't I remember what I did before?"

"Don't worry about it if you can't remember," Tromp said, wringing out Astra's hair. "There's no point dwelling on the past. Look to the future. You just vomited all over the place, so clean it up yourself. Then you need to eat something. I don't want you to starve to death right after I fixed you."

Tromp left with the basin, tossing Astra a rag before she went. Astra silently took it and cleaned up the mess he had made. A while later, Tromp returned with a few things that looked like chocolate bars.

"Sorry, I forgot to buy food today," Tromp paused. "Make do with this."

Astra took the bars and stuffed them into his mouth. They tasted of cheap industrial sweeteners and compressed dried fruit, not entirely unpleasant. He chewed a few times and swallowed.

"Why are you staring at me?" Tromp suddenly turned around. "You can't stay here. I don't have room for you. Oh, here's your clothes. I washed them. And don't just wear this; you look like a street pervert."

Tromp handed Astra a dark blue cloak and threw him a black turtleneck sweater and simple work pants.

Astra shook his head and walked out the door. Outside was a rooftop. He slowly walked to the glass railing and looked into the distance. The light made it hard for him to keep his eyes open, but once they adjusted, the sharp, towering structures pierced his vision. Black and dark green skyscrapers loomed, with orange fluorescent tubes and neon signs deeply embedded in the darkness. Above, ground-based searchlights scanned the endless void. Below, blurred figures moved silently in the chaotic light.

His gaze traveled further, where the buildings were more angular, with spiraling aerial roads winding around the metal monsters. He could see dense, fast-moving lights, vehicles speeding through the city center. Then his cloak was caught in a strong gust of wind as a massive aircraft flew by. The ring-shaped propulsion system, rapidly flashing indicator lights, and the dull blue fuselage suddenly felt familiar.

In the distance, a glowing pyramid, perhaps the city's energy center, emitted a massive beam of light from its peak into the dark sky, slowly fading into the cold heights.

The hot air from the aircraft quickly dissipated, replaced by a biting cold. This city, where nighttime temperatures dropped to minus twenty degrees, would slowly freeze the noise and chaos of the day. Even in daylight, the sky remained an endless darkness.

He looked down at his reflection on the smooth ground. It seemed like the first time he had seen what he looked like. Backlit by the dim light, his blue eyes shone brightly, his eye sockets deep. He saw his sorrowful expression, thin lips turned downward, his gaunt frame, and his slightly damp black hair twisting wildly in the wind.

The door behind him suddenly opened. Tromp leaned against the doorframe, looking at him and suddenly laughing. "I forgot, the curfew in this area is about to start. Come in. I can't kick you out today. Sleep well."

Astra didn't react immediately. He just stared at Tromp, feeling that this person seemed somewhat familiar. He thought Tromp might not be an ordinary figure, but no one living in this area was doing particularly well. Maybe he was overthinking it.

"What are you doing? Come in, haha."

So Astra followed Tromp inside, and the door automatically closed, shutting out the city's cold gaze.

He actually wanted to sleep too.