She Used To Be Mine From Waitress / Requested By Anonymous!

she used to be mine from waitress  /  requested by anonymous!

When you work with nothing but paper, your options are limited

i tweeted this yesterday and i’m losing my goddamn mind at the likes/rts 

nothing i ever posted of art on twitter got this much attention i’m wheezing 

Ooooh this was a fun study; had to brush up on my arm anatomy to make sure I could get Kaz posed to *NOT TOUCH* Inej in the most intense game of Operation ever.

The Dregs tattoo is referenced from the Leigh Bardugo commissioned design by Kim Saigh!

So about the Sides

Is Lilly the only person who can see them or can everyone? Like , like can Thomas's friends just walk into his house and find like 5 of him or is Supperwoman the only one?

So, you want a look at human history?

First thing you gotta do is understand the mentality. They evolved as predators. Yeah, I know, they ain’t got any natural weapons to speak of… Kinda. You ever see what a desperate human will do to another in a bar fight with just their teeth? Nasty shit, man. Nasty, nasty shit. 

Omnivores? Yeah, but you look at the average human’s diet, especially early on in their history. Meat was a crucial part in their diet. They love the shit. 

So, as predators, they really only had two options. Tool use… And endurance. They evolved to literally run faster, meaner creatures into the ground. They could kill by running another organism to exhaustion.

Pretty cool, but every predatory race has their strategies: the Vorl swarm their prey, the Singers mimic sounds of children in distress, so on and so forth. But you gotta understand what this means for human psychology; they can play the long game. They’re in it for the long haul.

At some point, they gave up the nomadic lifestyle and settled down. The genes for that nomadic badassery never went away, though. The worst of them did drugs or extreme sports. Most of them just really didn’t give a fuck. Nearly wiped themselves out a couple times. 

No respect for the horrors of war, either. Their greatest stories all revolve around some kind of combat.

So they fiddlefuck their way into space, and as soon as it’s technologically feasible, the portion of the population with the nomadic genes, or those who’d been infected with the nomadic memecomplex, took off in their little ships, mining asteroids and whatnot. 

They left their star system. Colonized a few systems, got into a war. Their home planet got glassed in no time flat… But here’s the thing. Humans? They hate centralized command. They’ve never really been totally united. 

So the home planet’s gone. The nomads don’t give a fuck. They just keep bebopping their happy go lucky asses all over the cosmos. 

So these dudes just roam all around the big empty, happy as clams. Some reclaim the sedentary lifestyle, the empire building sort, but most don’t. They’ve seen empires fall over and over again, but nomadic groups have survived the worst empires can throw at them. That’s the biggest lesson of their history. Empires fall. Nomads don’t.

Not to say they don’t have a culture, this galaxy spanning diaspora. They do. They have quantum entangled comms, a net of sorts, so they can communicate new discoveries to each other… 

They’re quiet, ubiquitous, rough little beings. They squabble, trade, and fight all over the galaxy. They’ve been scattered since before the rise of not only this Hegemony, but the rise of the Dominion before that. They’ll be here when our successor power on the galactic stage takes over. And they’re dangerous. Go after one group somewhere, and pretty soon you’re looking at raids everywhere you have a stake. Death by a thousand cuts.

But normally? They’re nothing to look twice at. They’re the cockroaches in the walls of a house, and they’ll be the last species standing in this crapsack universe.

Cats are cats, I don’t care how big and bad arse they are. Please credit with @crossroad_c_pettigrew in the description if you choose to repost on instagram.