we're legends

blast off into cybersex Davenport

taako: look at my cringe fail son magnus, covering the sides of steven’s bowl protectively: don’t listen to him, q fletcher. just because you can’t do sick flips doesn’t mean we don’t love you taako: i don’t! merle: now, taako. he’s adopted. you gotta be nice to adopted kids or they might getcha in your sleep taako: well you guys better sleep with one eye open then, huh? because i meditate! magnus: steven would NEVER. um, madame director? lucretia: if you’re going to ask me if i sleep i will not hesitate to kick you in the– um, excuse the crudeness. i will kick you in your dick magnus: okay. please don’t do that! so you said the final relic wasn’t the friends we made along the way, right? lucretia: your ability to remember things i tell you is a roulette wheel. yes magnus: so– is it possible that it’s steven? merle: he brings up a good point! lucretia: um. no. no it is not, the relics are artifacts of immense power, not costco goldfish, but i commend your devotion to your pet. that’s very, ah, doomguy of you? yes, doomguy. very commendable. magnus: he’s my son. taako: doomguy’s your son? lucretia: * contemplating wiping their memories again * 

[ID: A drawing of Aubrey, a thin, dark-skinned Puerto Rican woman with glowing orange eyes. She has short, curly hair dyed auburn with an undercut on the side. She wears a denim vest over a red sweater that exposes her midriff, along with black pants. There is also a glowing orange pendant around her neck. She is glancing upward and off to the side with a smile as she stands among sunflowers. She is lit from behind by the last, warm-toned rays of the setting sun, while most of the sky above her has turned to a dusky purple color. End ID.]

for your consideration: taakitz’s cats chasing kravitz (in his soul form) around their apartment because they don’t understand that that’s their father and instead think he’s an exciting new toy, like the laser in a laser pointer. just a little ball of light. gotta chase. gotta catch

this is the spiritual sequel to magnus’s dogs meeting kravitz in his skeletal form, thinking “bones? bones, for me?” and stealing his tibia

[ID] A full color drawing of The Hunger. The Hunger is a black form that is swirling up the center of the image in an unsteady column. It has bright streaks of reds, blues, greens, and yellows all throughout it and dozens of large white eyes staring straight ahead. The background is dark purple and other columns of the hunger can be seen silhouetted in the distance. [end ID]