(wordless version + talking under the cut!)

Creature ✨

Creature

Creature ❤️

Buncha DOAI doodles! Not currently hyper fixated on this, but I wanted to try doodling some sillies with a new-ish sketch brush!

As proof of us living, have a potentially non-canon art piece. :} -The Overseer (Click below, warning for gore)

So, I've been working on designs for this AU and I've been considering making a blog that features this AU with comics and/or askblog.

Would the DOAI community be interested in that?

Also the designs for you all to look at! I also plan on making an animatic for it regardless of results!

that fucking bird that i love/p

Have you tried interacting with Clyde, in any way? It seems distressed without you… or, can Veldigun even get into contact with you?

A: I can't interact with them, no.

A: Believe me, I tried.

A: The only one I can interact with really is Flock, I don't know why.

Cass knew her time was up. She had know for a while, she had become a liability and It wanted her gone. The glowing veins had snaked up her arm, rooting over her stripes.

She had learned something she wasn’t supposed to know. She had tried to inform her fellow velidgun, to warn them of the treachery of their god.

She almost felt lucky they didn’t believe her.

Micheal had been bringing her near-dead animals to try and postpone her condition. It had not yet accepted her fate, not like she had. Cass had never been more grateful for her partner’s skepticism than now, she had no clue how horrible it would’ve been if she had dragged it down with her.

It was funny, she had never given death much thought. She was surrounded by it, she could condemn any human to a painful one without a thought, but it has never loomed over her the way it had with her victims. She had never felt it’s cold breath down her neck, know it was only a matter of time before it claimed her to. But here she sat, dying in a cave simply because she got to curious.

Was this how her victims felt? The ones “lucky” enough to make it out alive, dying alone as their bones fused to their flesh?

She hated it.

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Simon woke with a start, turning over in a panic, only to breathe a sigh of relief to see The Flock peacefully asleep on the other side of the nest.

What was that? They didn’t dream often, or that clearly, so seeing the death of one of the older velidgun in such vivid detail was a shock. They turned over, trying to keep their eyes on the flock.

Their mind was racing. Clyde had talked of vivid dreams before, but from what they knew its dream were always tied back the Six. Small glimpses of its alien mind. It was always the favorite. Simon was despised by Six, and they knew it.

Was that what it was? A warning?

Simon moved closer to the Flock, desperately trying to find any sort of comfort.

They could ignore the feelings of being watched.

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