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Emergency commissions

My money situation keeps getting worse so I'll be doing cheap commissions until further notice

Full color drawings are $25

Add-ons such as -animal companions -held objects -simple background -abstract background -1 additional character are free

DM me if interested

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Examples:

Questions you might have: -How do I pay?: Paypal is my go-to but I'm open to other options -How long does it take?: It will most likely be done within 24 hours -How much reference material should I provide?: As much as possible -Do you do sketch comms?: No -Do you do nsft?: Yes, provided you are 18 or older. I won't post such a piece here but feel free to post it on your own blog if desired

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Page 13 <-- Page 14 --> Page 15 (coming soon) Transcription Kathy: Welp. Better go get more fuel. Kathy: There's a shower upstairs you should probably make use of. You smell like death, and erchius fuel, so death twice. Kathy: Back in a flash!

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Page 12 <-- Page 13 --> Page 14 Transcription Roberik: Almost...got it. Kathy: Tape. Roberik: Thank you. Roberik: That should hold until you take it in for more permanent repairs. Kathy: Whew! Thanks man, you saved my butt big time.

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Page 11 <-- Page 12 --> Page 13 Transcription Roberik: Ah. Well. There's your problem. Kathy: Ack!

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Page 10 <-- Page 11 --> Page 12 Transcription Roberik: Mhm mhm... Roberik: Done. Kathy: Wow you read fast. Roberik: By human standards perhaps. Roberik: This is the most likely culprit. If I may... Kathy: Do your thing.

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So as I’m sure you all know tumblr has implemented a censorship system puritanical enough to rival tik tok. I will not be making any changes to the tags I use or the content I post. If I die, I die.

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Roberik what is your family like? Do you have any siblings?

"I'm an only child. I sort of doubt my parents even wanted one child, they weren't very attentive people. My mother was rarely home before curfew, and my father loved his work more than he loved either of us. I was raised primarily by my aunt Klariya, a nice lady, very strict though. She...stopped talking to me after I came out."

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Why do you wear such bright colors, Roberik?

"Heh, well, let's just say apex civilians have limited wardrobe choices. As such, drab colors remind me a bit too much of home."

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*hugs roberik* please give the boy a big ol hug, he deserves it ❤

-I will make sure he gets all the hugs :3

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Is Rob ticklish?

"Is this...Is this a trick question?"

-Yes, absolutely, just make sure you're outside of elbowing range if you attempt it

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who's octane?

"A novakid I met at the academy. He's quite the character, to put it mildly."

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Titabec’s chest clenches as Mar takes their hand, it’s still too much..! He gets to his feet and lets go blessedly quick, though, and they can breathe again

They put their hands in their pockets and grin sheepishly. “Floran happy we met too. Know how to contact floran if need be.” They haven’t know Mar long but they can’t help but see this as the start of a positive acquaintanceship. They really hope they’ll meet again

They collect their hoverbike and take a few steps back, raising their hand to give a small wave. “Until next time.” A burst of green light and they’re gone

It's a dim, early morning at the outpost. The Terramart shopkeeper is just beginning to open for the day, Elliott is only on his second cup of coffee, and an unfamiliar orange and green floran appears to be in a heated debate with a penguin in the repair bay

Mar beamed to the Outpost, making sure to sit down quickly at one of the tables near the shops. He was near a heated conversation between a Protectorate and a Penguin, but only hearing the occasional word.

He had come to ask for some help with the Matter Manipulator (the tool bar setting had locked somehow), and he’d rather talk to anyone but Esther. If only from habit.He stood up and went to see if the Protectorate might have an answer.

“Excusse Floran, but may Floran asske a quessstion of you, Proectorate?”

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“Did like it. Floran did good job on these roadss.” They open their door and step out of the hoverbike, shaking the stiffness out of their legs.

They still aren’t sure how long they’d been out. “Should probably not sstick around too much longer. Crew may sstart to worry.” They turn to Mar and offer him a hand up, painfully aware that they still hadn’t put their gloves back on. “Thankss again Mar, for everything.”

It's a dim, early morning at the outpost. The Terramart shopkeeper is just beginning to open for the day, Elliott is only on his second cup of coffee, and an unfamiliar orange and green floran appears to be in a heated debate with a penguin in the repair bay

Mar beamed to the Outpost, making sure to sit down quickly at one of the tables near the shops. He was near a heated conversation between a Protectorate and a Penguin, but only hearing the occasional word.

He had come to ask for some help with the Matter Manipulator (the tool bar setting had locked somehow), and he’d rather talk to anyone but Esther. If only from habit.He stood up and went to see if the Protectorate might have an answer.

“Excusse Floran, but may Floran asske a quessstion of you, Proectorate?”

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Titabec heaves an internal sigh of relief, they would have just about died of embarrassment on the spot if he’d said no. “Hold on tight.”

They accelerate more slowly than they normally would in an attempt to not make Mar panic, but they pick up speed soon enough

An actual road really does feel better than the wilderness, hoverbikes naturally drive smoothly but they still react to any debris or bumps taller than a few inches. This is very flat, with a lack of resistance that nearly reminds them of spaceflight. But they can’t feel the wind in their petals in space

They don’t know how long they’ve been going, there are no clearly marked blocks or road signs to mark their progress out here, it’s freeing and disorienting all at once

Eventually, reluctantly, they slow to a stop. “Sso,” they turn around to check on Mar, resting their arm on the top of the backrest and smiling pleasantly, “how wass that?”

It's a dim, early morning at the outpost. The Terramart shopkeeper is just beginning to open for the day, Elliott is only on his second cup of coffee, and an unfamiliar orange and green floran appears to be in a heated debate with a penguin in the repair bay

Mar beamed to the Outpost, making sure to sit down quickly at one of the tables near the shops. He was near a heated conversation between a Protectorate and a Penguin, but only hearing the occasional word.

He had come to ask for some help with the Matter Manipulator (the tool bar setting had locked somehow), and he’d rather talk to anyone but Esther. If only from habit.He stood up and went to see if the Protectorate might have an answer.

“Excusse Floran, but may Floran asske a quessstion of you, Proectorate?”

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“Does floran like to modify machines?” Titabec repeats, amused. “Floran have bachelorss in mechanical engineering and computer ssscience.”

Near the academy huh? That gave Titabec pause. So Mar hadn’t been a protector, but he’d known someone who was. And that someone wasn’t around anymore…that painted a grim picture. Could that be the friend Mar had said would trust them?

They felt a pang of sympathy, almost reaching for Mar’s shoulder, but they stop short. ‘Not without the gloves!’ their body protests. It doesn’t seem like Mar noticed, enraptured as he is by the little animation. Titabec smiles, sadness and fondness mixing on their face. They don’t usually show people the smaller things they make, even Vlarion doesn’t know about this one

“Yess,” they reply, “floran looking forward to thiss.” They sit properly in the seat and shut the door behind them. They start the bike up and slowly drive away from where Mar is standing. They speed up a great deal once they’re a respectable distance, going in a tight circle clockwise, then another counterclockwise. “It’ss working fine.” They call to Mar. They slow down again and pull up next to him. “Want to go for ride?”

It's a dim, early morning at the outpost. The Terramart shopkeeper is just beginning to open for the day, Elliott is only on his second cup of coffee, and an unfamiliar orange and green floran appears to be in a heated debate with a penguin in the repair bay

Mar beamed to the Outpost, making sure to sit down quickly at one of the tables near the shops. He was near a heated conversation between a Protectorate and a Penguin, but only hearing the occasional word.

He had come to ask for some help with the Matter Manipulator (the tool bar setting had locked somehow), and he’d rather talk to anyone but Esther. If only from habit.He stood up and went to see if the Protectorate might have an answer.

“Excusse Floran, but may Floran asske a quessstion of you, Proectorate?”

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“Floran will take floran’s word for it.” They get the sense that there’s something he’s not telling them, but that’s just fine, they’d been pretty cryptic themselves

They squint and stick their tongue in concentration, making sure the inhibitors are properly secured down

“Fasst enough.” They reply. “This is one of few machines floran hass not modified to hell and back.” They trusted Pete’s craftsmanship more than their own, which was saying something

They reassemble the shell and give the whole manipulator a gentle shake, then a harder shake. It seems fine. They turn their attention to the touch screen, flipping through various options, that seems fine too. They hand the manipulator back to Mar. They don’t like the way their claws brush, but it wasn’t as bad as last time. Just a brief touch

“Well, floran did do one thing.” They set the bike to ‘parked’ and turn on the engine. Instead of numbers, the speedometer displays a pixelated animation of fireworks. “Humans call this sscreenssaver.”

It's a dim, early morning at the outpost. The Terramart shopkeeper is just beginning to open for the day, Elliott is only on his second cup of coffee, and an unfamiliar orange and green floran appears to be in a heated debate with a penguin in the repair bay

Mar beamed to the Outpost, making sure to sit down quickly at one of the tables near the shops. He was near a heated conversation between a Protectorate and a Penguin, but only hearing the occasional word.

He had come to ask for some help with the Matter Manipulator (the tool bar setting had locked somehow), and he’d rather talk to anyone but Esther. If only from habit.He stood up and went to see if the Protectorate might have an answer.

“Excusse Floran, but may Floran asske a quessstion of you, Proectorate?”

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Titabec rubs their face, starting to register some soreness

They should say something to Mar. He’d gone quiet, understandably so given what had just happened, but it had made them realize how hard it was to bear the silence out here. They look around, though there’s not much to see, wracking their brain for something, anything

Ah, they’d been walking too fast, the house was in sight already, they slow their pace so they and Mar are almost side by side. “Floran would like that.” They give a small smile, excited. They hadn’t driven on a proper road in ages, they didn’t encounter many of those outside of actual cities

They make their way to the bike in question, opening the door and sitting down sideways, taking comfort in the old familiar seat. They remove their gloves and stow them in their pocket. “Floran ssaid earlier that floran is accident prone? That’ss surprising, sseem so careful.” Not exactly small talk, but saying what was on their mind was better than saying nothing as far as they were concerned. They take their manipulator off their belt to get out the inhibitor units and tools, then set it on the dash to focus on Mar’s. They gently and carefully return the inhibitors to their proper place

It's a dim, early morning at the outpost. The Terramart shopkeeper is just beginning to open for the day, Elliott is only on his second cup of coffee, and an unfamiliar orange and green floran appears to be in a heated debate with a penguin in the repair bay

Mar beamed to the Outpost, making sure to sit down quickly at one of the tables near the shops. He was near a heated conversation between a Protectorate and a Penguin, but only hearing the occasional word.

He had come to ask for some help with the Matter Manipulator (the tool bar setting had locked somehow), and he’d rather talk to anyone but Esther. If only from habit.He stood up and went to see if the Protectorate might have an answer.

“Excusse Floran, but may Floran asske a quessstion of you, Proectorate?”