#proto rmv

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so a demon boy with exploding bones, a highly intelligent puzzle-solving robot grappling with the concept of mortality, and the leader of a team special agents employed by the most powerful company in her region all go on the wackest road trip imaginable

(prompt under the cut)

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when the boss calls u in the middle of the party and the job she wants u to do is urgent so there's no time to change into something more practical

(idk i just wanted to draw proto in a cool outfit again lol)

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Augusnippets Day 12

lost/trapped/avalanche

fandom: rad mad venture TW: collapsing building word count: 589 artwork by @/japsyi on instagram @augusnippets

The night was supposed to be an easy paycheck.

Given the Night family's fearsome reputation throughout the region, Proto couldn't fathom anyone being stupid enough to cause a scene. Especially since Wes was fighting that night. She may not have understood the way some of her underlings fawned over him, given his rancid personality, but she did understand his strength. A strength, she argued the morning prior, which surely made her presence obsolete.

Of course, her thoughts didn't matter. What the boss said went, and the boss told her and her Owls to serve as security for the Night's Colosseum. Then again, with rumblings of discourse surrounding Quota's involvement with the Night family’s operation, Proto's job was perhaps less about protecting the powerful family, and more about keeping said family in line.

Such thoughts stirred in her mind as she waited for Wes to meet her in the long hallway outside the ring – a prospect she hardly looked forward to. None of the Nights were appreciative of her or her comrades’ services, and Wes was by far the biggest thorn in her side.

The nerve of that prick, to suggest he can do my job better than me…

Proto swiftly put the thought out of her mind when the door creaked open beside her, Wes looking mildly annoyed and tired as ever. Proto's thoughts didn't matter – only whether or not the job got done.

The job that was supposed to be easy.

Proto followed Wes on his way to the ring – a nearly silent journey, save for the echo of footsteps down a barren, dimly lit hallway.

One pair of footsteps too many. Heavy footsteps, at that.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Her Glock was drawn in under a second. Even with her quick reaction time, she was stunned for the briefest moment at what was barreling towards her and her charge.

How the hell did it get down here!?

“The hell-?” Before Wes could finish his question, the creature was already dead on the ground. One bullet to the gut, one to the heart, one in the head – per Proto's routine when encountering such monsters.

“It's none of your concern,” Proto bluntly explained. As she did so, another faint rumbling was closing in. Her aim was locked straight ahead in an instant. “We're not out of the woods yet.”

She could've sworn she heard the rumbling coming from ahead of her – and based off where he was looking, so did Wes.

Yet he was the one that threw her to the ground, himself as well, when the ceiling caved behind them with a thunderous bang.

“Shit,” Proto hissed, quickly shoving Wes off her before propelling herself to her feet. A cursory glance at her surroundings confirmed the worst outcome: the entire hall was blocked by rubble. Turning around, she was only mildly surprised to see scant traces of debris around the corner. Both exits blocked.

“A ‘thank you' would've been nice,” Wes grumbled as he sat up. “Especially since, as I recall, you’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting me.”

“You didn’t even see that thing coming before I dealt with it, sightsan.”

“Is that what you think?” Proto bit back a groan as Wes cocked an eyebrow.

“Look, I'm not thrilled about this either,” Proto explained, using every ounce of self-restraint to keep her tone even and calm. “But bickering isn't going to get either of us out of here any faster. The best thing we could do… is work together.”

[missr3n3]

some purely vibes-based art of my two rmv faves!

(tbh this was mainly an excuse to draw proto w/ a shadow plush bc i Know she'd have one lol)

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i'll never get tired of the 80s OVA style tbh

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rare moment of reposting instagram art to tumblr instead of the other way around lol

anyway i did these for an event the rad mad venture creator was doing over on insta, but they turned out rly good so i thought i'd post them here too!!

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Cringetober Day 12: Niche Interests

it doesn't get much more niche than being the only person posting in the tag lol

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Cringetober Day 9: Rarepair

decided to use this drawing challenge as an excuse to finally post rad mad venture art!

if im being totally honest, i think this borders on a crackship, since there's currently no evidence that these two will meet up or even know each other. but anyway here's my propaganda under the cut:

they r both hot

they have similar vibes of being these unstoppable badasses with an aloof demeanor

i also get the sense that these r characters who had to work insanely hard n make a lot of sacrifices to get to their top positions, and i think they could find some understanding in each other bc of that

they both feel like characters who, if they were to get romantically involved with anyone, it would have to be someone they view as being on their level, someone who demands respect. i think they both fit that vibe

potential rivals/enemies to lovers dynamic, since it seems like both of them will b going after the protagonists for their own reason, and it seems like the night family and quota have a strenuous relationship at best

imagine a fight scene with both of them teaming up like what i've drawn here. sick af.

they r both hot