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Bad but sad boys
Professional Minecraft players
Well I’m not gifting you the heart
we're just two slow dancers, last ones out.
ART DUMPPPPPPP
last two art pieces are from the DDVAU by @xmaruu11 and @kitsuneisi
that comic got me shipping the ✨FANDOM✨ (not cannon. i told my friend that and they thought i meant irl versions like in person them. they have SCARed me for life(sorry not sorry))
anyways read it. its one of things that keep me going in life.
Also the book mar- imma stop talking and put it into a different poast.
The Most Pesky Bird
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Seagull Grian coming in to be an absolute menace.
I saw this moment is Gem’s castle video and knew I had to draw it. He’s just perched there and it’s so perfect, also the moment when he was so happy to get his wings was adorable. I love little pesky bird grian. Life’s been quite busy , and most of my free time has gone to sketchbook practice or writing (which is something new I’ve taken up). I’m only at around 6000 words so far but I like the direction it’s going. Not sure if I’m ever going to put it online if I do finish it, but maybe I’ll consider. So yeah I’ve been up to a lot lately but I’m glad I got to finally watch the castle vids since I got to make this :]
Y'all avian Grian was going so strong in the elytra room of Gem's fortress. 😭😭😭 He is a fish and he is a bird. Edit: Joel's high pitched screams are everything to me 😭💀
This post won’t leave my head at all. I speed draw this piece like a man possessed bfjska.
Thank you for this galaxy brain concept @loud-whistling-yes 🙏🙏🙏
Parrot 🦜
Quick scar and Grian designs for funsies
There’s no sunlight down here
Under the seaaaa, under the seaaaaa!
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Searching for the mending book, but even more sub optimally
Bird of the same feather….
Oh my gosh this is too cute!!! 😭 I absolutely love this!
This is a little thing I wrote as a gift for a friend. She wanted a short hurt/comfort Docian and I'm still waiting on the soft Ranchers fic she promised me.
Summary: In a world of mythical beasts, humans have found their own way to get a leg up- even if that means exploiting said mythical beasts. After a group trip across country borders goes astray, Doc, a wild centaur stallion, is captured and sold to a workyard where centaurs are used just the same as draft horses.
Warnings for dehumanization, violence and abuse, and background characters dying. (Tell me if I missed anything or should be more specific)
Words: 1161
Doc hated how they had broken him. He had fought so hard against the humans- nearly killed the man who attached the wretched “horse shoes” to his hooves. However, a few weeks of whippings was enough to make anyone, wild centaur or not, break down into obedience. Eventually you just had to stop the pain. They still slashed his hide every now and then, but it was better than the criss-crosses across his upper back. They harnessed him, humiliatingly, and a horse collar set uncomfortably over his lower shoulders.
Hauling the carts would have been a strenuous task for a horse, and while he could usually out pace a horse himself the lack of food and rest would have any stallion crippling. His vision was going fuzzy at this point but he knew slowing down would only result in more pain.
He didn't notice right away when some of the humans started screaming- the bastards were always shouting about one thing or another, not to mention his perception has gone down significantly in the last couple weeks. However the higher pitch eventually got him to look up, the loading yard was beginning to devolve into a panic. He stopped fully when he realized there was no one guiding his cart anymore, the usual hands on his reins were gone and instead they were slack, hanging from the harness strapped over his chest. He curiously lifted them in his hand before looking around once again.
The scuffle of the loading yard was having trouble processing in his brain. Humans were scattering around, horses and centaurs alike were rearing and bucking- it took even longer for him to realize that a few of the centaurs were bare. No harnesses, saddles, or buckled leather. Wild centaurs.
This was a... Uprising? A jail break? Something of the matter. His brain was coming too slow to think past that. He did know this was his chance though. His fingers clumsily reached behind him for the straps of the harness. Reins off first, then the cart from the horse collar, then the horse collar itself. One step at a time.
Then the reins were yanked from his hand, "Down boy. We're getting out of here." It was the Yard Master. The bastard that had his hide branded once they determined him broken in. It still stung, and their company logo was ugly as sin.
He snorted at him, trying to pull the reins back, but his arms were lashed with a flogger. "Ah-Ah. Don't start fighting me now you fucking animal or I'll have you back in the stocks by the time this whole thing blows over. Now stay down would you."
Doc stomped his hooves aggressively but ultimately dropped the reins and let the Yard Master take a hold of them. His fuzzy brain too out of it to ignore the command for what it was. The Yard Master undid the straps to the cart in a hurried motion. Doc grunted, taking a few steps forward as the weight of the cart dropped away, but his arms were lashed again before he went far.
"I said to stop you stupid fucking-" his sentence was cut off with a wet gasp. Doc could feel something splatter against his fur.
He turned, processing the sight much slower than he should have. The Yard Master's throat was slashed open, practically gauged out by claw marks as he hurriedly tried covering the wound, choking and sputtering and spitting blood. There was an avian perched on shoulders, face covered with a purple bandana. When it took a few seconds too long for the Yard Master to collapse the avian grumbled under its breath and pushed off of him, sending him to the ground as it fluttered in the air for a second before landing on Doc's back. The avian trilled pleasantly.
Then Doc noticed the bright red wings, yellow and blue at the tips. "Grian?"
Grian's head tilted to the side before he pulled down the bandana, revealing his grin, "Hey Doc. You look like shit."
He couldn't help but crack a delirious smile back at him, "I feel like shit. What took you so long?"
"Well excuse me, they dragged your giant butt halfway across the continent," he replied with a roll of his eyes. He motioned with his hands for Doc to turn back around and he did, tail flicking as he felt Grian's claws begin to unclasp (and in some places tear) the harness off his chest. As he waited he watched a few centaurs drag bodies behind them, all yard workers and "animal" trainers, they were tied by the foot and pulled through the dirt. If they weren’t already dead they would be soon.
“You brought in some reinforcements?” Doc asked, shifting where he stood. He couldn’t wait to finally be out of this hellhole.
“The local herd had some of their own here, they agreed to help. They’ve been meaning to go east for ages but couldn’t before half of them were rounded up and turned into work ponies like your sorry ass. I'm still trying to figure out why you’re all the way out here. My best guess is that this is as far into the west as they could get you; you can’t just jump a fence and cross back over to where this shit is so fucking illegal. We’re taking the whole herd with us by the way– Get out of this stupid country and back to the Craft Empires,” Grian explained. Doc nodded along to most of the words, but honestly he had only heard half of them.
The harness slipped away and he was sawing at the strap of the collar now, it coming off surprisingly easier compared to the multiple straps of the harness. He sighed in relief as everything dropped to the ground and he trotted away a few feet from the cart, laughing at the lack of weight.
Grian laughed in his ear, his talons digging in, just enough on his back to stop from falling, but not painful. Never painful. “Woah there man, slow down, I'm still back here."
"I know. I know. I missed you, you pesky bird. Let's get the fuck out of here," Doc grinned, spotting the moving herd and following after them quickly. He could ignore the exhaustion for a little bit longer.
It was going to be a long journey back to Craft. They'd need rest, food and water, for himself and the other working centaurs. Once that was taken care of it'd be a long and terrible trip along the countryside to get home. The Craft Empires were far from this work yard, and it wasn't like the local humans were going to let a whole herd of centaurs freely cross the borders. It didn't matter much now though, with Grian by his side they could get about anywhere, no matter what stood in their way– they'd kill anything that did.
I saw this moment is Gem’s castle video and knew I had to draw it. He’s just perched there and it’s so perfect, also the moment when he was so happy to get his wings was adorable. I love little pesky bird grian. Life’s been quite busy , and most of my free time has gone to sketchbook practice or writing (which is something new I’ve taken up). I’m only at around 6000 words so far but I like the direction it’s going. Not sure if I’m ever going to put it online if I do finish it, but maybe I’ll consider. So yeah I’ve been up to a lot lately but I’m glad I got to finally watch the castle vids since I got to make this :]
WOOOO MERRRY CHRISTMAS. NEW ART STYLE TIME!!!!!
