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far-from-official · 4 days
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Website underway
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far-from-official · 19 days
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You & me, we gotta throw hands bro
I talked about how much I loved Krita so much that people started shipping me with it.
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far-from-official · 19 days
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IT SHOULD'VE BEEN MEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I talked about how much I loved Krita so much that people started shipping me with it.
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far-from-official · 1 month
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For once, I painted something
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far-from-official · 1 month
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miscccc agains
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far-from-official · 2 months
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thank you for being patient with me!
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i make too much oughh
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far-from-official · 2 months
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various things
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far-from-official · 2 months
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Jump off a cliff
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far-from-official · 2 months
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ms paint
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far-from-official · 2 months
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Happy Valentines Day!
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Transcript:
"Isn't it beautiful out here?"
Scarab had dragged Prismo outside, far away from home. Many storage cubes full of different sampling equipment sat bunched in Prismo's floating blanket, test tubes and containers, stuff Prismo can't identify by just looking at it sat in those cubes.
"'Suppose so."
Prismo sounded a little bored, but he's seen quite a few of these fields in his very long lifetime. Seen one, you've seen them all. A huge, sprawling flower field. Prismo can't identify a single flower here, even if he tried. Which, to be fair, he won't try. The field was colorful, blindingly so. Yellows, reds, blues, golds. Blobs of every shade of green, sprouting out tall where the flowers hadn't invaded. It reached farther than Prismo's eyesight could render.
Scarab dragged him by the (covered) hand out into it. He mumbles different scientific proposals, things he wants to show to the rest of Wizard City.
Nerd stuff.
Prismo only hears the excited tone of his voice and focuses on that. He quickly fell in more toward Scarab's behavior than what he's actually talking about, finding all the little things he recognizes. Prismo leans on the blanket ball, nodding along like he's listening.
Scarab talks with his hands. Scarab trills and clicks. Scarab watches the ground so he doesn't step on too many flowers at a time.
Prismo gets so distracted that he hadn't realized that Scarab had dropped Prismo's hand, instead actively trying to tug the blanket out from under Prismo.
Prismo lets go of the blanket immediately, stammering out a small excuse.
"You spaced out, didn't you?" Scarab trilled, cutting through his needless excuse. He gently takes the blanket from him, and he spreads it out on the ground.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry." Prismo plays with his turban in his own habit, a nervous tic. Scarab moves each cube to be stacked up all nice and neat, taking out what he needs.
Prismo went to his side immediately, curling into him. His turban was pressed into his back with his legs slung over Scarab's hips, his hands occupying themselves by playing with Scarab's jutting spikes around his chest.
Scarab collected samples despite his limited range of movement, gentle with each flower as he plucked out their pedals and cut stems.
Prismo was instructed to hold things occasionally, pick flowers, go get dirt from the side of that hill over there. He carried them out without much thought, too distracted by watching Scarab at work.
He sat cross legged, stuffing flower petals in some book to dry. Gentle as he turns bleeding stems upside down over a vial and then corking it closed. He whips around excitedly to Prismo, showing him the vial.
"I've never seen this before, look!" He got up with a few creaks and pops in his knees and hips, walking quickly to Prismo despite the clicks coming from his knees. To Prismo, it looked like strawberry jam, as it was bright red with chunks of what looks like seeds. He was far more concerned with Scarab's joints popping like they did.
Scarab was rattling off all of his observations, how the liquid was thick and he thought it was because it was a carnivorous plant, evidenced by the dead flies in the bottom of the plant. Prismo nodded while leading him back over to the blanket, his hand wrapped around Scarab's waist. He knew that Scarab would start hurting soon, based on the sounds of protest his legs were making.
Scarab knew it too, little etches of pain seeping into his voice as he rambled. He walked to the blanket and that's as far as he made it, unable to lower himself down.
When Scarab was in pain, it made bending his knees extremely painful, but standing up straight hurt worse. Prismo looked so concerned, petting his waist in circles, nosing into his neck.
"Y-You can help by lowering me down, Prismo." Scarab knew what he was thinking, holding the backside of the clothed hand on his waist.
"Tell me if I hurt you." Prismo braced himself on Scarab's back, holding him firmly. Slowly, carefully, lovingly, Prismo lowered Scarab to the ground, adjusting the position or moved faster based on Scarab's groans and clicks. The flowers folded underneath Scarab, snapping with loud cracks, bleeding stems soaking the blanket.
Prismo moved out from under him, receiving an upset trill. "What's wrong?" He cupped his mask and Scarab pressed hard into it. "Can you..put your knee under my back and your arm under my head?" He quietly requested, reaching up and holding the hand on his mask.
Prismo whispered delicate affirmations, doing as Scarab said. A mellow chitter left him in pleasure, his pain relieved just a little bit. Prismo thumbed his chest, nosing back into his neck. A mumbled "thank you" left Scarab, who sighed with relief when Prismo's hand shifted to caress Scarab's sore knees.
"I'm sorry our outing was cut short…I didn't mean to get up that quickly." He whispered, shifting his hands to rest over his stomach.
"Mmm..we're still out, aren't we?" Prismo grinned, huffing a giggle against Scarab's cold chitin. "Don't apologize. You were excited, it was cute."
"Ah. Don't call me cute.." Scarab turned his head away, Prismo knows he's not upset. Under his mask, he was sure he was burning up.
"Hush. I like calling you it." He said. "I call it like I see it."
Though, Scarab chattered in pain when Prismo shifted to hold him closer, Prismo frowning and shushing him. "I-I'm sorry–"
Prismo shushed him louder. "Don't apologize. I know you can't help it, and I don't mind holding you through it."
"You don't have to, though."
"I want to. Gives me an excuse to cuddle."
"Like you need an excuse.”
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far-from-official · 3 months
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far-from-official · 3 months
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1. me personally i do not, far knows most of it but doesn't know how to speak it/read it super fluently.
2. we have not heard of these games but i saw a few screenshots and it looks awesome. will be checking it out at some point, thank you for the recommendation!
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far-from-official · 3 months
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Writing system
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Purpose: to basically make a flexible writing system for any language for the series
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far-from-official · 3 months
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LMAOSIAXIHISDPHCDCD 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love everythin about this, number on is that prismos colour is not affected by any light & his shadow is basically the same and since hes boneless he can do whatever he wants with his hands secondly scarab so true i would eat it too ougoihdfoihfghfd[[
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Some backstory of this universe’s Scarab
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far-from-official · 3 months
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HES SO PRETTYY OUGHH i kove the tiara HE SO WOULD OWOULKLDL DOEUOIFUOIGSDVGSDVOIHOISHOISXH OSHI s
im sufdently rremind edd og my evill, auu,, omgg ,,
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im not showing what nightmo looks like in this evil au fuck you
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donttj ask for nit
@letsbegoodtoeachother @far-from-official
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I don’t have any context as to how he gets like this but he’s living out his best delusional princess life <3
Y’all know me. I’ll put Scrabby in a princess fit any chance I get.
Even if it didn’t make its way into the final episode T-T
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far-from-official · 3 months
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IM GONNA COOK T}HEM ALL ALIVEEEEEEEEEEE
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Get beetled idiot
Credits for the boys \/
@starry-mang0s
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@far-from-official
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@shuueep
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@time-woods
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far-from-official · 3 months
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Work
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thank you @starry-mang0s for the art! i am still planning your demise, please wait for a later date full a full present
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