#Automaton OCs

[zephyrbug]

New character as a treat for myself!! This is Ekānta!! She’s the spirit of a fire elemental that inhabits a drow-style construct!🎆🔥🔔 . Self indulgent character design for the new year cause i’ve been enjoying sci-fi fantasy as of late!

[riessene]

a dancing automaton who is more than she looks like - Camellia (outfit in progress) opened up version under the cut

[anglerflsh]

Allegory of Progress

[therightrighthand]

Just one of those missions. y'know?

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[starsetinsomnia]

pathfinder oc

crawling from my Thousand Year Slumber to post this. i still draw just very infrequently

[nikoamiko]

If you find its utility, or novelty, runs out, please return your unit through official channels. A discarded Doll may cause ongoing issues.

Q: What if the loss was outside my control? A: It does not know that.

(I quite like sketching with this 1px binary brush it kind of feels like scratching around with a mechanical pencil and activates an important part of my art brain)

[miss-mossball]

crow

[dontconvinceme]

My nutcracker OC (these are from last year)

A dead soldier's soul who come to posses a life-size nutcracker automaton 🥜

[mr-groovyart]

bot blocked

[coyotescribbles]

Like A House On Fire [Part 10]

Continuing from...

(I have spent like a week absolutely floored by migraines, but this is finally getting booted out the door TuT It's another one of those "the first draft is meh, but it'll get polished up in post" bits.)

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"Are you still sulking?"

"…" Adze growled quietly, fixing his attention straight ahead. "I am not sulking."

"You are. You are absolutely sulking," Bolo scoffed. "Did the human really offend you that badly?"

"I just don't understand why she had to come with us."

"You and your wounded pride, honestly. She apologized."

"That doesn't mean I have to want her in our unit." Adze's voice grew sharp and stuttered with annoyance. Of all the people to side against him, his own brother was the most frustrating. They'd both seen their entire battlegroup wiped out by humans, and now this?? He expected Hatchet to be soft, but Bolo?

It baffled him beyond comprehension. It was practically betrayal.

"She seems capable enough to me. I mean, she's already proven that she's got good aim-"

"DON'T. START."

"I'm just saying."

If he hadn't been tasked with maintaining the flank…

What really scraped his plates, though, was the fact that Bolo wasn't wrong. On any count. That single, unaugmented human had put out his optic while he was moving, in the dark, with a basic standard-issue rifle. If he hadn't closed the distance before she could get off a second shot, he knew that she could very well have finished the job.

And she had apologized for that, and for wounding his pride.

And the scrawny little thing had proven that she was, actually, capable of keeping up with them and pulling her weight.

(For the most part, anyway. Hatchet had looked ridiculous carrying her for half the night while she'd slept, but no amount of suggesting that they just leave her had gotten through the Devastator's thick faceplate.)

It was like sand in his gears, damn it, and he was going to have to deal with it until either the human jumped ship, or Hatchet handed her off to one of his CyOp contacts.

So, yes, he was sulking, even if he wasn't going to admit to it to that smug little rustbucket brother of his.

"…Come on," speak of the devil and he might just run his vocoder, "just admit it…"

"Admit what," he ground out flatly.

"You like her, too." Bolo sounded entirely too smug, and it took all of Adze's self-control to not throw something at his head.

"I do not. I am tolerating her!" He hissed, "and you only like her because she shot me!"

"It was an impressive shot," his brother just shrugged, "buuuut she's also nice now that she's not scared out of her mind."

"She's a snarky little pest, is what she is."

Bolo laughed in response to that, and all Adze could do was quietly fume to himself. To his brother's credit, he at least realized that he might be toeing the line a bit, and dropped the teasing.

And for a while, everything felt almost normal again, with the steady rhythm of their march and the low undercurrent of quiet conversation. Even Hatchet's conversation with his human, that he couldn't help but tune in to, listening in as they discussed the current situation with the planet's human population and the danger SEHC posed to them - at least, until he got a sharp ping over his receiver, and immediately knew he'd been caught eavesdropping.

[Don't you have a job to do, nosy little brother?]

[…Sorry, Hatchet. It won't happen again.]

[I know you better than to believe that. If you want to be part of the conversation, then come back here and participate, but don't eavesdrop.]

The connection was cut with a burst of static, and Adze let his shoulders slump, taking a moment to nurse his smarting pride. And then he straightened back up, and let himself fall in line with Hatchet.

"How nice of you to join us, little brother," the Devastator greeted him, earning a grumbled reply in return.

He did his best to ignore the human's insufferably smug little smile. Little pest.

"We were just discussing the evacuation," she said all too sweetly, like she knew he'd just gotten scolded; "I'd always had a sneaking suspicion that there was something fishy about Super Earth's stories, but this kinda blows all my suspicions out of the water."

"How nice, to finally have your eyes opened," Adze scoffed, "you're cleverer than most Helldivers, at least."

"Well, that's not exactly a high bar to clear, but I'll take a compliment wherever I can get one." The human shrugged, letting her rifle slip down to hang at her hip. "But… yeah, it - well, it isn't nice to have my eyes opened, as you put it, but I guess it's… vindicating? In a way? To know that we weren't the only disposable assets in SEHC's eyes."

He almost felt pity for her, then - the briefest twinge, that he promptly stifled.

"…Gotta admit, though," she continued, her voice lowering further, "I wasn't expecting to hear that SEHC used us SEAF regulars to do the dirty work. I mean, I probably shouldn't be surprised, considering some of the rumors from the Terminid front, but…"

"It would be far from the first false flag operation carried out by the High Command," Hatchet nodded solemnly. "Their self-victimization is the only way they can justify their eternal war."

"They wouldn't be able to sustain it if their people stopped cooperating with it," Adze's tone was curt. "They are all complicit, not just High Command."

"Hey, ease the fuck up, Two-Tone!" The human's rebuke was lightning-fast, and the glare she shot him was as sharp as the Commissar's blade. "You don't know the first thing about what it's like to live in that hellhole! When you've grown up with a not-so-figurative fucking gun held to the back of your head, then I'll care about your opinions on civvies and the regular military. Until then? Stifle it."

"At ease, Z," Hatchet gently cut in, before turning his attention to him; "Adze, do I need to give you a refresher on not needling allies, too?"

"No," he replied, pointedly looking away.

"Good," Hatchet turned his optics forward once more. "We must always remember that we are not so different from one another. There are cruel Automatons, just as there are cruel humans, and there are moral humans, just as there are moral Automatons. We stand apart only in the fact that we have never been made to fear those who made us."

The discussion tapered off after that, but Adze found himself reluctant to resume his position, opting to stay close to Hatchet… and the human… for the time being.

"…You are half right, though," Z finally spoke quietly, after a few long minutes of silence; "SEHC wouldn't be able to sustain this if civilians didn't cooperate. But everyone - and I mean everyone - is scared, and I don't mean of you and the bugs. People do… crazy, stupid things when they're scared."

"You would know," he muttered in return, earning a derisive snort from her.

"I would," she agreed with a laugh, "I mean, I was scared to death of fighting you and now look at where I am, walking right next to you instead."

Somewhere off to his right, he could hear Bolo snickering; all he could do was scoff, squaring his shoulders and looking straight forward. "You should have been scared. If Hatchet hadn't wanted you alive, I would have finished you off and not thought twice about it."

"Aww, I don't hate you, too, Two-Tone," she replied with that infuriating mock-sweetness of hers, drawing an angry stuttering from him.

"Stop calling me that, pest!"

"Okay, prick."

"Vermin-!"

Bolo was openly laughing now, and Hatchet just rumbled in exasperation.

"Knock it off, both of you, or I swear by the makers…"

[zephyrbug]

Argyros, a monument to the divine 👁️👾✨

Another secret satan mini-piece! This time for @leidensygdom !! Argy has the absolute coolest design and I was dying to draw her!!

(also decided to open commissions Friday specifically for those who are interested!!)

[riessene]

traveling outfit

[hamelastralis]

Quick ref sheet prep for artfight

Orionis - my pathfinder character

Apollyon - brass dragon and lord of the biggest trade/adventures city (worldbuilding).

Hamel Astralis - me! Finally got around to make my Sona a quick ref

[therightrighthand]

Delany, u k hon?

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[voidknightart]

Color study :3

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Pink: Sarith Zakar, Svartani (Dark Elf) disgraced prince + imperial scout/commander; trying to distance himself from home to escape an arranged marriage

Red: Sarthanas Khai, flame Elf ex-soldier on the run from his government with his frost mage best friend, Raal

Orange: Nazir, clockwork warforged automaton crafted by time lich Netokrys to guard a wizard tower

Yellow: Thilion, Sun/radiant Elf assassin of a forgotten realm, tasked with keeping the peace between realms and ensuring his people remain a myth

Green: Amarth Vah’ari, Svartani (Dark Elf) necromancer trying to save his dying planet from a magical blight corrupting it from the outside-in

Blue: Rahamin, a Tiefling/Aasimar artificer and hybrid homunculus of various beings held together with powerful conjugation magic. Former henchman to a time lich named Netokrys

Indigo: Yvarra, an Abyssal demon Lord of planet S’var seeking to kill any gods/otherworldly competition and remake the planet to his whims

Purple: Irridil, a Shadow-elf mech pilot from a destroyed realm trying to reclaim their lost/dying people

[stonegearstudios]

Not RPG stuff, but blorbo stuff!

Got some icons of Teak from @hoshizoralone on tumblr, I thought they'd be good at someone with a immobile face XD