Azula in the trenches

THE BIOMECHANICAL CORE

The body is not pure.

It is machinery with a pulse, architecture with hunger, flesh pretending it is separate from metal.

We reject clean beauty.

We embrace the wound, the engine, the nightmare, the sacred obscenity of becoming something neither human nor machine.

The alien is not outside us.

It is under the skin.

We are flesh dreaming of metal.

Boop

In my head this is a whole abandoned zone au where the shark saved the deer at some point when he fell into and almost drowned in his tank so now in return the deer hunts for him and brings him other deer and mammals to eat (and maybe partakes in some classic cannibalism— Don’t think too hard about the logistics ok.) Love finding new ways to ship radiostatic <3 Do tell me if y’all wanna see more of these two I’m having fun drawing animals