redeemed-from-the-earth:

Hello people! Thanks very much for the amazing response to the Redeemed map we posted the other night.

We’ve had a few asks about how to be added to the map. Basically, just let us know roughly where you are (town or city or state/county/province, nothing too precise) and we will add a pin to the map for you, normally within a day or two, but often a lot quicker. Feel free to chase us if you think we’ve missed you!

You can let us know via an anon ask if you prefer. All pins on the map are anonymous, and are automatically numbered by the order in which we add them. You can post the map or a link to it and say “I’m number x” if you want, but we won’t add anyone’s url or anything else.

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That’s great to hear, thanks anon! We’d love to hear from some fans in China (and anywhere else) so we can add a few pins, but we’ll wait until we hear as we don’t add people to the map who haven’t asked to be added.

You can always find a link to the latest version of the map on our index page, but just to speed things up, here’s a direct link.

lokispants:

in the flesh meme - scenes [2/4] → how did you croak, Kieren Walker?

(via qhuinn)

Running Sienna, one of Secret’s children.
She was supposed to have see-through skin and blue-ish blood, but I was young and didn’t know how to color that.

Running Sienna, one of Secret’s children.

She was supposed to have see-through skin and blue-ish blood, but I was young and didn’t know how to color that.

asker

Anonymous asked: When Kieren and Simon kissed I cried. I have never before seen queer representation like that, where the fact that they are queer is not the whole focus and I just felt so relieved and happy and grateful that this wasn't just another incident of queer baiting and my identity was going to be made another laughing or plot point. I would like to thank everyone involved for doing that, it mattered so so much to me.

Korvhan Tilliluk Rascoviss

Korvhan is a verrrry old OC of mine. I had been drawing fragments of him for ages and ages before one day I knew exactly what he looked like, clear as a bell, and I knew his name and basically his whole story in an instant. I sat down, then, and drew him out.

Korvhan is a Scoven, a draconic species that was implanted to a planet to help with a global research project a shape-shifting alien named “Davis” was conducting there. Davis had rounded up a large group of humans from where they had scattered to space (several thousand, which was a huge chunk of what was left of humanity) and settled them on a planet that was similar to what Earth had been once.

The world had very few flat spaces; most of the planet was high, jagged mountains. In the central flat area of the domain, they constructed the First City, where most of the population lived. From there, the humans spread out and survived in the mountains, collecting and submitting data for Davis, which was the agreed upon price for settling here.

Davis wanted to expand his reach in the world, so he imported/invited a pair of Scovens (who were an intelligent, sovereign species), and used their genetics to produce a lesser race of creatures he named Chaskra. The humans aided in the development of a computer program which was capable of gathering sensory data from the Chaskra as they went about life. A nanite system was developed to inject into the first clutch of babies. It would develop a small, non-intrusive home-base within the Chaskra cranial cavity, and transmit any gathered data to Davis.

They also developed a semi-organic receiving/transmitting nanite system to inject into the Scovens, to allow them to control the programs of the Chaskra. It would allow them to transmit to or receive data from any unit over great distances (allowing them to request more data about something, etc).

The problem was that the original program for the Chaskra was flawed, and the nanite program did not stop building once it started. Over the course of roughly 6 years, the nanite program would build a transmission station in the cranial cavity that wiped out higher cognitive function, leaving the Chaskra as mindless, vicious predators.

The Scovens left Davis to try to stop the downfall, but both they and Davis failed. The Chaskra all but obliterated the human population. Davis went into hiding when the Scovens blamed him.

Korvhan is born years afterward, his egg abandoned near a run-down research facility on the eastern coast of the main continent. He is taken in by Rouchelle, a six year old Chaskra who should have been losing her mind to the nanites. However, she has been working with Davis to find a cure, and Korvhan joins them in their fight.

He falls for Rouchelle over the next three years, even as she is losing the fight against the program eating at her mind.

Male Trenneks are the apex predators of Korvhan’s world- or at least, they were until Korvhan’s species was developed and set free. They are roughly the size of a serval, and their diet mainly consists of living energy (soul eaters).

The females are slightly smaller, a soft-brown color, and do not have the bone blades down their spine- they have two ridges of long feathers. They consume the meat and often the bones of kills the male makes.

They are a mainly nomadic, arboreal species of ambush hunters. Trenneks live in small groups of 4-6, with one male typically traveling ahead of females far enough one might not realize he is part of the group. He remains closer to them when there are young to help protect.

There was a brief period of time where the humans implanted onto this world attempted to domesticate the trennek. It ended poorly.

Some old artwork of a few of my muses! Ambrose, Keata, Ebony, Panther, Minx, Rhiley, and bb!Loiosh with bb!Panther

penandpage:

helioscentrifuge:

lillithcosplay:

You can either 14 or 132 that’s it! Either 14 or 132, no in between jUST FUCKING 14 OR 132 JUST FUCKING MAKE 132 YOU PIECE OF SHIT 132 PANCAKES FOR YOUR FUCKING BREAKFAST

wake up at 5am to make all these goddamn pancakes

penandpage:

helioscentrifuge:

lillithcosplay:

You can either 14 or 132 that’s it! Either 14 or 132, no in between jUST FUCKING 14 OR 132 JUST FUCKING MAKE 132 YOU PIECE OF SHIT 132 PANCAKES FOR YOUR FUCKING BREAKFAST

wake up at 5am to make all these goddamn pancakes

(via runawaymushroom)

Two of my OC dragons. Cazaes (young Tasia dragon) confiding in Ciara (mature Sunstrider dragon) at the Dunes’ breeding grounds.

"I can feel the Dunes all around me; hear them like they are my own self. As I sit here I feel content enough to bleed happiness.” He glanced over to her, emerald eyes glittering with something unfamiliar to the older dragon. “And I wish I would. I wish I could bleed out all of the happiness being fed to me, because I know it is a lie. Do you think there’s something wrong with me, Ciara?”
“There is nothing wrong with you, hatchling.” She nudged him gently, licking his cheek.
He shook his head, , too human a gesture, and looked back out over the red expanse of sand below them. Scattered across the oasis were their kin. Comfortable. Happy. Alien to Cassius in ways they should not be. “I know there is. I know we are all made of the Dunes. I was born of the sand… but I do not belong to it. I do not belong here.”
“You’ve just spent too much time among the humans. When you are so young it is easy to be confused. In time you will forget them. You are one of us.”
“You’re wrong.” He let his wings droop slowly until the edges touched the warm sand. Below in the bowl, several dragons swiveled jeweled heads to see if he would take flight. “Maybe I was one of you once… but not anymore.”
“You cannot return to him, Cazaes. No matter how long they held you, you are not human.” The note of admonishment in her voice incensed Cassius, though he kept his tone even.
“I am not Tasia either,” he murmured, shifting his wings back ever so slightly. “I cannot be one or the other any more. I am not one of them but I do not see things the way you do; the way any of the others do.” He could see Damalis in the distance, the only dragon still watching him and Ciara on the dune’s crest.
“You cannot leave.”
“I cannot stay,” he replied, lifting his wings.
“The Dunes won’t let you go,” she told him.
“They cannot keep me.” He leaped into the air and pressed his wings down hard, kicking up a whirl of sand.
Ciara closed her second eyelids against the grit and watched him silently, not bothering to give chase. There was nothing else she could do for him, nothing she could say that would ease his mind because somewhere in her… she knew he was right.
Whatever had happened to him, whatever he had seen or done or been while he was amongst the humans had changed him. He was not human but he was no longer a dragon. He had become something Else.

Two of my OC dragons. Cazaes (young Tasia dragon) confiding in Ciara (mature Sunstrider dragon) at the Dunes’ breeding grounds.

"I can feel the Dunes all around me; hear them like they are my own self. As I sit here I feel content enough to bleed happiness.” He glanced over to her, emerald eyes glittering with something unfamiliar to the older dragon. “And I wish I would. I wish I could bleed out all of the happiness being fed to me, because I know it is a lie. Do you think there’s something wrong with me, Ciara?”

“There is nothing wrong with you, hatchling.” She nudged him gently, licking his cheek.

He shook his head, , too human a gesture, and looked back out over the red expanse of sand below them. Scattered across the oasis were their kin. Comfortable. Happy. Alien to Cassius in ways they should not be. “I know there is. I know we are all made of the Dunes. I was born of the sand… but I do not belong to it. I do not belong here.”

“You’ve just spent too much time among the humans. When you are so young it is easy to be confused. In time you will forget them. You are one of us.”

“You’re wrong.” He let his wings droop slowly until the edges touched the warm sand. Below in the bowl, several dragons swiveled jeweled heads to see if he would take flight. “Maybe I was one of you once… but not anymore.”

“You cannot return to him, Cazaes. No matter how long they held you, you are not human.” The note of admonishment in her voice incensed Cassius, though he kept his tone even.

“I am not Tasia either,” he murmured, shifting his wings back ever so slightly. “I cannot be one or the other any more. I am not one of them but I do not see things the way you do; the way any of the others do.” He could see Damalis in the distance, the only dragon still watching him and Ciara on the dune’s crest.

“You cannot leave.”

“I cannot stay,” he replied, lifting his wings.

“The Dunes won’t let you go,” she told him.

“They cannot keep me.” He leaped into the air and pressed his wings down hard, kicking up a whirl of sand.

Ciara closed her second eyelids against the grit and watched him silently, not bothering to give chase. There was nothing else she could do for him, nothing she could say that would ease his mind because somewhere in her… she knew he was right.

Whatever had happened to him, whatever he had seen or done or been while he was amongst the humans had changed him. He was not human but he was no longer a dragon. He had become something Else.