I don’t have the mental wherewithal to make this post look nice, but I gave me guild wars art its own space on my website, and also added some new art. Im on [8 layers](https://m0r1bund.com/others/guildwars/2023/baby-vinetooth) of [blighted au](https://m0r1bund.com/others/guildwars/2023/blighted-au) that [even I don’t understand](https://m0r1bund.com/others/guildwars/2023/situation)

[have a Looke... If You Dare](https://m0r1bund.com/others/guildwars)

[**Image:** A vision of Chief disemboweling a fellow space knight. The Chief has transformed into her gorgonopsid-monster form, but is still partially outfitted in power armor. She throws her head back, wild mane falling, as she tears the hapless knight in half. They are framed by the blood and bones at her feet, which form a speech bubble. The tail points to an untransformed Chief, who holds Reyes’ shoulders in an iron grip. She’s presumably trying to explain why she’s an unlovable monster and a genuine threat to society, etc. Unfortunately for her, none of this is a problem in Reyes’ eyes.]

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> _[And no one in her right mind would make her home my home](https://themountaingoats.bandcamp.com/track/autoclave)_

what if we kissed in the autoclave metaphor and we were both hyperthermophile bacteria. what then

as always... [look at my lesbians boy](https://m0r1bund.com/chief-and-the-r-a/)

Artfight gift art for [swordsandspectacles](https://www.deviantart.com/swordsandspectacles), featuring their Commander Mórgacht Gormean and [LANDSEER](https://www.deviantart.com/landseers)‘s Commander Varro Hawkpaw. I am not immune to co-commanders hahaha, gw2 story is elevated by playing together!

I love nothing more than to listen to maybe one or two songs on repeat when im drawing. So, this July’s gift art comes with government-assigned playlists. Here is maybe an inordinate amount of whimsy for the Brink:

* [Mischievous Alchemy](https://amosroddy.bandcamp.com/track/mischievous-alchemy) by Amos Roddy
* [The River](https://mitchellpasmans.bandcamp.com/track/the-river) by Mitchell Pasmans

[**Image:** A colorful array of small figurative effigy guys. they're vaguely zoomorphic, with four legs, two pointy ears, and a snout, though some deviate from this.]

## [View E1DOLATRY ▶︎](https://m0r1bund.com/e1dolatry/)

Been making little guys. sometimes they are on [my ko-fi](https://ko-fi.com/m0r1bund/shop). sometimes they are on [my website](https://m0r1bund.com/). how mysteriouse

> [**Image:** A short comic in stylized, quadriptych-like geometry. The first panel shows the Lastborn gesticulating as he looks down into his own silhouette, which encloses Trahearne. He says ‘You were one of the first to leave… And you disappeared. You threw away the very thing that I could never have. I guess I resented you for that…’
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> The Lastborn turns away in the next panel, sheepishly folding his hands. Trahearne dips his head, deep in thought. The Lastborn continues. ‘I felt so betrayed that you left… And when you came back, I felt betrayed that it was so easy for you to come home… It meant I was alone in my alone-ness again.’
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> The next two panels invert the silhouettes of Trahearne and the Lastborn, with Trahearne rendered in white against a black background. He holds the sword Caladbolg / Caladcholg over his shoulders, but it seems to crumble under its own weight, and he does, too. He peeks out from the crook of his arm, and says ‘I never understood why you acted out. I envied you, actually. I thought you had been given the only true freedom.’
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> The Lastborn is minimized into a tiny sprite of himself. He sits at Trahearne’s feet and asks ‘Freedom?’
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> Trahearne continues. ‘Freedom from the Dream, the Hunt, the Tree, our people.’
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> In the last panel, more pieces of the blade fall away as Trahearne’s grip on it falters. He looks at the Lastborn properly, now, and says ‘Even when the weight of my burden became too great to carry alone, I couldn’t afford to fail. It was never an option. So I ran, and I hid myself in my studies. But I was never truly free.’]

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First of the first and last of the last have grief that rhymes, but instead of bringing them together, it just gives them 3947287 layers of beef that they’re too stoic to act out about. (And _then_ it brings them together. Later. Much later.)

[**Image:** Tamahuaq fulfills its last wish to see the sun, at the cost of the Warden’s life. It breaks out of the prison-catacombs of Sond, its hunger outgrowing its body. Its innards blossom into a leafless tree of hyphae and viscera. The price is bitter; it no longer remembers how to photosynthesize. Meanwhile, the Warden’s body lies limp in the morning sun. He is speared on Tamahuaq’s boughs like the prey of a shrike.

Yuri falls to his knees at the foot of the tree, despondent. Riven gazes up at the Warden’s body in silence.]

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> _"Th-this is a trick. It must be."_
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>_"Boy, **you** are a trick. A sad, clever trick…"_

One in a series of concept pieces for [Old Sond](https://m0r1bund.com/memories/godless-sond-and-the-ancestral-sarikote/), [the Arkoloteri](https://m0r1bund.com/memories/arkoloteri/), and [Tamahuaq’s company](https://m0r1bund.com/works/moribund/monomyth/) [of expies](https://m0r1bund.com/works/moribund/tamahuaqs/).

**[Fallen Arkai](https://inkblot.art/post/cZPjv2OmYKZcpvv3hgw7) ◆ [Control Burn](https://inkblot.art/post/RJej6qPkH4s0RIKaegUB) ◆ [the Lung](https://inkblot.art/post/fe7XTlb9vpen6hAvPhIU) ◆ [Incandescence](https://inkblot.art/post/30Go6a2dQCtUur3HB9C6) ◆ [Foreign Body](https://inkblot.art/post/OHllWltOL71ahZSKw6Pv) ◆ First Light**


Read: [Regarding the Arts, Mortal Injury, and the Endling Cult ▶︎](https://m0r1bund.com/others/chiefandthera/2022/regarding-the-arts.html)

> _"They call themselves a cult, but what deference to clerical authority they demand, if any, is unclear to me. Observation tells me that their doctrine has as much in common with the Imperial Code as a child’s drawing of a tree. Ah—but at least the drawing is chronicled in indelible ink. In their secrecy, the Cult leaves no records that I am aware of..."_

[**Image 1:** The late Archivist, Markus Severinus, prepares to commit regicide and/or deicide in the darkened halls of the god-king. He grips a bloody dagger and glances back at the camera, his expression full of both resolve and fear. Two huge, red optical lenses light up the dark, as a large figure appears in the murk behind him.]

[**Image 2:** Markus kicking his feet up on a long table with a glass of wine. He gestures theatrically and smiles good-naturedly while looking down the table, at the viewer. The crowd around him is rendered as black silhouettes with white eyes, which stare in pitiless intrigue at the viewer as Markus’ guard goes for her sidearm.]

[**Image 3:** One cyborg MarkOS having an audience with the Col, in the boughs of his pine tree. The ancient secutor has to lean down almost on his ‘knees’ just to be level with him.]

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It's finals week and I'm fresh outta braincells, so I'm just gonna point to the full post for this one. check it out -> https://m0r1bund.com/others/chiefandthera/2022/no-jury.html

The Chief is probably more than enough disgraced space marine for one woman to handle. ~But what if I made another ooooone~

on a normal one making up new kinds of women again. also broke the word limit for image captions again, so. woo!

## [check it out in full @ m0r1bund.com ▶](https://m0r1bund.com/others/chiefandthera/2022/the-sibyls.html)
**content warning:** Blood, gore, injury, war