#space drawing

[nepetacataria-art]

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

I had this idea for so long, I'm so happy to be able to finish it. I also leave a zoom and some ramblings

I have been learning russian lately (for like a month, so not an expert at all), and I wanted to try to make a soviet space propaganda poster style with Skyfire. Also I just copied the Skybound's cybertron bc is beautiful and a bit easier to do than the other references I found.

[terrysak]

The Astrobiology Immersion Program by startingatmidnight --- when you and your buddy fly into a [no word yet?] and suddenly you have to be your buddy

[bernardcalet]

Étude 06, 2026

Aquarelle, graphite, 29,7 x 42 cm

@adagp

[chaosinhood]

Happy Birthday Hitoshi!🎉

[unsoldibujante]

Space siren ☄️

"¿Qué son los cometas, sino las sirenas del espacio?"

Esta ilustración contiene algo de NSFW (el pecho estaba originalmente descubierto), pero voy a subirla aparte.

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"What are comets, if not sirens from outer space?"

This illustration is slightly NSFW -her chest was initially uncovered- but I'll upload that version in another post.

[blackvalor666]

The Stargate. 5x7inch ink.

[justin4me]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

I wanna stay here, Drew.

Neil’s hand twitched in an aborted reach forward, fingers curling around the ghost of Andrew’s shoulder, pulling back into himself before their landing. Andrew thought of orbiting planets and a collision leaving them both in shattered heaps of debris. Thought of scar-craters and unexplored valleys of skin and the effort of navigating the starfield of Neil’s eyes and heart and soul. Blue and bruised and battered.

Andrew would fly it blind if he had to. Was flying it blind.

Would he know a collison from a crash landing? Would he know the destroyed valleys of what he used to know if he flew through them? Or was it all new land now? Cracked and shattered and marred. He had names and truths and a map that was outdated, a frosted windshield and an engine running on nothing but fumes.

Outside the reach of gravity, how far could he get before they both ran out of air?

“Yes, Abram,” Andrew allowed.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

these beautiful words are taken from the fic "I no longer feel things (I know i should) " by Major_816, chapter 5.

basically that's the fic that got me into the fandom (i didn't like the original that much, sorry). it describes andreil's relationship in a very unique and accurate way, also makes you cry a lot. i just love it. thank you, dear Major_816!

art inspired by: the fic itself ofc, the podcast about space, song "The Beach" by The Neighbourhood

hope you liked it!