hottest laios moments collection, complete with community input and my own opinion! ^_^
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Chromia’s new crystal tools are just too cool!! Even though I’m busy as all hell I wanted to take a least a little Me Time and spend a lil bit making something fun 🥲 I had a blast with these, I love how colourful they are <333
Which other Empire’s custom tools should I paint?
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Ecologist!Reader aesthetic | Corrupted by Design | Feyd-Rautha x Reader
You stood out compared to the Harkonnens, in more ways than just one. You wore loose clothing: rich brown pants or skirts and deep greens tied around your torso and arms, sometimes flashes of red or blue—all washed out under any sunlight. You carried with you strange jars and herbs, your dark, sunblocking glasses atop your head if not perched on your nose, your waist satchel stuffed with samples—you must have looked completely alien to their more minimalist sensibilities.
“You dress oddly for someone from the Imperium,” one of your workers remarked. “Is it your goal to one day turn into a plant, and not just look like one?”
Corrupted by Design (Rated E)
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chapter 1 word count: 4.9k
main themes: iceman angst, eventual icemav, major platonic slice, hurt/comfort, big fluff, flyboys being flyboys, military-accurate (hopefully), aircraft carrier, everyone needs a hug, takes place a couple months after top gun
pain: yes
summary:
“What changed?” Maverick threw up his arms in disbelief. “After I left something changed. Tell me, what did I do?”
Iceman turned around so that they were face to face, mere inches apart. “You left.”
One look at his face set Maverick on edge, the snarky jab he had carefully prepared immediately lost. His skin was too pale, littered with the purples and blues that matched his own from those short few months ago. His eyes, though sunken, were just as blue as the kind of skies pilots dreamed of, stretching endlessly in every direction without a cloud to be seen. But there was something heavy being carried in his eyes. It was unnerving. Something had happened while he was gone.
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• Sex • Life • Healing • Sunlight •
Nature • Magic • Serenity • Spirit
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I scrutinize each photo
Each letter, each tape, each story
Digging further and further back through history
Hoping to pinpoint
Where the weight on my shoulders originated
Who carried it first
How many generations of suffering do I hold
How many ghosts are tearing at my flesh
How many generations of knowledge have I been denied
How much has been lost
How much will be lost
As my fingers slowly erode paper
As obsession wears through the tapes
As each memory slowly becomes unrecognizable
The film strips undulate like intestines
The dust and ink sticking to my hands like flecks of gore
When you cut into my gut
Is it blood that spills out
Or history?
Salamatullah Eldritch (2022), Archival Violence, Mnemonic Gore [digital collage]
[Image attribution & sources for images used]
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Went through I think all of the boralogues and collected a shit ton of different reference for all the members. 60 images all labeled with who is in it.
Anyways here’s what I’ve done with them so far
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