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pics that make you go harrumph

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Wowzers! Since 2015 I’ve been posting my art on this blog, but finally I hit 50 followers! It’s a small number, but it means a whole lot to me- so thank you all so much !

To show my thanks- I’m going to host a small raffle! How do you enter? v simple! You only have to like and reblog this post ! When you do that I’ll add your username to a lil list! Ultimatly, I’ll be drawing three names!

3rd will get a colored sketch! 2nd will get a flat colored drawing! 1st will get a completely shaded, lighted, colored and optional background drawing!

The deadline is May 10th !

Again, thank you all so much ! It really means so much

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Justin: I’m gonna roll a perception check… of 4… to see if our cell is in any way damaged by this quake.

Griffin: Uh, you’re in a prison cell.

Travis: I got a 10.

Griffin: You’re in a prison cell with bars on it.

Clint: I got a 1!

Griffin: You’re in a cube shaped place.

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THIS IS SO FUNNY KIMIMARO JUST WAITS

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Emergency Commissions!

So for the past year now we’ve been behind on our rent by several thousands of dollars, but recently we’ve been catching up with it all- we’re now only behind by $2200. But thanks to some strange reason our landlord decided to threaten us with eviction because of a 4 day quiet period. Now we need to come up with $1000 by this Friday so we can avoid this. I’ve already put in a loan request with my bank to pay off the dept, but that will take a few days- and I already plan to pay $400 from my paycheck- but that wont quite be enough. 

I’m posting this in hopes to get some help! Following this link here will lead you to my commission page! Any kind of help would be great- even if it’s just passing this post around to others! Thank you in advance.

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YOU NEED TO SEE THIS !!?

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Hello…I really hate doing this but I don’t really have an option.

A few of you may know that I have been going through a lot the past couple of months, including – being disowned by both my parents, being homeless, and struggling with mental health problems. 

Long story short, I ended up moving back to my home country – I cannot work yet since 1.) I don’t understand or speak the language and 2.) as stated earlier, I am struggling with mental and physical health problems. While I have gotten a few commissions, paying for my hospital bills gets pricey and I’m starting to head towards debt with no other form of financial support except from art commissions.

Here is a journal with my commission prices (they’re kind of on the cheaper side)

And here you can find samples of my art. 

Even if you can’t commission me, please reblog this post. It literally can save my life. Thank you so much for your support, and I appreciate any sort of support my followers and friends have given me so far. Thanks!!

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Machina - Enter Crankshaft 2/2

Crankshaft waved a mechanical hand at the other robot. “You, boy, ain't nothin’ but a magnet for trouble. I dunno why I even let you in here anymore.” The bounty hunter shrugged as he made a few paces around the one-room shack, avoiding the piles of scrap metal and mechanical parts with a practiced stride. “Got any more hollow points?” “Bah, that's all yuh want from me anymore. Bullets and fix ups. What ever happened to droppin’ in on a friend once in awhile?” Crankshaft looked at the other robot. Maybe his only friend in the world anymore. He sighed once more. “What in the hell are yuh lookin’ fer out there? Why d’you want to go out into the red zone? Ain't nothin’ good in there. Only sadness and death. I'm worried about you, Wes.” Wes stopped mid-stride, and remained silent for a moment. “Those folks out there. They got nobody to help them. They're trying to make a life for themselves, but nobody’s helping. They need to know someone is out there looking out for them.” Crankshaft waved a dismissive hand. “Bein’ hunted by the Primex and her dogs, for a reason yuh don't even understand? Yuh should be lyin’ low, not blowin’ the heads offa outlaws in a place crawlin’ with feral machines. They’ll find yuh eventually, Wes. Mark this old man’s word.” Wes picked his hat and holster from the table, placing the hat on his head, and began looping the belt around his waist. “Got any bullets?” At that, Crankshaft opened the drawer of the table beside the bed, grabbing a handful of bullets. “These are my last ones, Wes. Be careful out there.” Wes nodded, taking the bullets from the sawbone’s hand and begun to chamber them. “You know I will, Doc. I can't die before paying you back.” Crankshaft scoffed. “Yuh don't owe me nothin’, son. I'm just worried about you.” The bounty hunter opened the door to the shack, giving Crankshaft one last look over his shoulder. “Then you and the Executive Council have something in common.” He closed the door behind him to punctuate the sentence, leaving Crankshaft alone in the quiet hut. Again. Fool. Damn fool, he thought.

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Machina - Enter Crankshaft 1/2

(Had to break this up again because Tumblr can't handle my steeze)

Seemingly in the middle of nowhere, straddling the line between the “safe zone” and the Outback, sat a small shack. Flashes of light could be seen from the interior, through the window. The telltale stop and start of a welder. “Hold still, yuh damn fool. Yuh wantin’ me to muck up this bead?” Crankshaft sat in a stool, welding torch in hand. Beside him was a bed, and currently in this bed sat another robot. A somewhat older model than himself, but the mind was younger. He knew that, because he was the one who found the damn fool, wandering the sands of the Outback while he was doing a scrap run into the red zone. Crankshaft had taken him in. Maybe it was pity for the boy, disoriented and wandering what was known to be the most dangerous place on Mars, with no idea of the danger. But something in the back of his mind figured that maybe, just maybe, he wanted the company. “Easy, Crank,” the bedridden robot responded. “You know how weird it feels.” “Feels weird, yuh,” the sawbones replied, “but it ain't as ‘weird’ as your damn leg fallin’ out at tha’ joint as a feral is chasin’ yuh down…” as if to punctuate the sentence, he engaged the torch again, bonding the new metal plate to his patient’s chassis. Leaning back, Crankshaft admired his handiwork. The seam was clean and free of bubbling. A strong weld. Well, nobody could expect any less from him, as a former engineering robot. He placed the torch down on the table beside the bed. “Give it a go, then.” The supine robot raised himself from the bed, slinging his legs over the side. Before hopping off the bed, he gave the leg a swing back and forth. “Seems sturdy.” “Is sturdy,” the sawbones corrected, “there's a damn good reason that you don't go somewhere closer to Olympus to get a patch job like this.” “Because the Primex will to feed me to the disassembler if I get within a hundred miles of the city?” the bounty hunter mused. “I suppose there’s that to consider,” Crankshaft said with a dry chuckle. Coming from him, it sounded like he was laughing through a can. It sounded tinny. “What happened to yuh, anyhow?” “Grenade.” his patient said tersely. “What in tha hell was a grenade doin’ out there?” he asked, incredulously. “You could ask the man that threw it, but I don't think he's much in the talking mood.”

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phantasmal and resplendent

I finished the Adventure Zone last night?? I mainlined like the last 40 eps in two weeks, I’m sad it’s over

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Griffin: They’re wearing fantasy confederate flag t-shirts, so it’s like, confederate flag but with dragons on it?

Taako: I don’t even know why Fantasy Spencers sells those.

Magnus: They say it’s fantasy ironic but lets be honest, it’s just fantasy offensive.

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Sovereign - Enter Ariston (2/2)

She looked back at the figure, who nodded. It's casing was similar to the architecture of the city, smooth and curved with black and blue durasteel covering. It's face was a simulacrum of a human's, with defined facial features. But not the free will of the outcasted robots, she thought gratefully. The robotic servant moved to her office bar, picking her decanter up and began pouring the liquid into a crystal tumbler. As it did, she received a call from her console. She waited a moment before answering, checking the identification number of the transmission first. It was a lieutenant from one of the scouting parties. She opened the line and spoke. "Prime Executive Ariston. This better be good." "Hello, Primex- er, Prime Executive Ariston. This is Lt. Guerrero." the voice on the other end spoke. "I know who this is. Please tell me what could be so important that you couldn't go through Grayling?" she made an effort to sound like her time was being wasted. She liked to see the grunts squirm. "Usually, I would. But you asked me to contact you if we had any information on our... person of interest." "No need to be vague, Lieutenant. This channel is quantum encrypted." "Our 'friend' is active again." She didn't respond immediately. She moved a hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Define 'active'." "Well," he began. "The body of a criminal showed up at the sheriff's office in the town of Regret, right outside of the Outback. Head blown half off-" "So?" she cut him off, "those animals do nothing but kill each other anyways. What makes you think-" He continued, "by a weapon identified as a Smith & Wesson .500 Magnum. Hollow point bullet." She dropped into silence again, then spoke, "Did you get a description of the bounty hunter?" "Yes, ma'am. A robot matching the description dropped the body off, collected payment, and returned to the Outback." She sat back again in her chair, the leather creaking. Grayling stepped to her desk and set the glass down, which she quickly scooped up and took a long gulp, appreciating the burn of the alcohol in her throat. She set the glass down as the voice on the other end of the call spoke again. "What would you like me to do, ma'am?" Prime Executive Ariston looked back at the projected screen. "What do you think, Lieutenant Guerrero?" "I think you want my squad and me to go into the Outback and blast the robot to pieces." "Then why even bother calling?" she asked, disconnecting the call before he could respond. She gave a long sigh, and took another gulp, finishing the glass. She needed it. She raised the glass to Grayling, who took it wordlessly with a whirl of servos operating. He returned it to the bar, and began to pour another. As he did, she pulled up an old file, from her time as a member of the Executive Council, before being elected as the Prime Executive of Olympus. She skipped the written portion and went straight to the photographs. And there she saw him. With his glowing blue eyes with aperture lids, and his otherwise featureless face. No mouth, no definition of cheeks or nose. It was like a smooth plate. Unit LKD-0098, status: unknown She highlighted the status, and typed out a new string of letters. Unit LKD-0098, status: pursued Grayling returned with the drink, which she took from him before he could even place the glass down. Her life just got a whole lot more difficult.

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Sovereign - Enter Ariston (1/2)

(This exceeded the post size limit. Going to be posting the second half following this)

She looked out of the window of her office, a large pane of duraglass, looking at the sprawling city below her. It began at the centre of the crater and spread out. As it reached the walls of the crater, the buildings began to climb, as if to escape and spill out onto the gentle sloping surface of Olympus Mons. The architecture was unique. The earliest structures were built by unsupervised habitat construction robots, sent to the planet decades before the first Ark ship had arrived. From there, the occupants of Olympus replicated the style, making it their own. Gentle curves and sloping shapes dominated the buildings, constructed from stark white and sky blue plastisteel. The walkways, suspended above the crater floor to allow the pedestrians even pathways, crossed the vast expanse of the city, connecting the buildings together with wide paths. The city was just beginning to awake. Government officials and corporate workers had begun their trips to work, walking the pathways or zipping past in their hovering vehicles. Courier robots ferried packages from A to B, tirelessly spinning their wheels, weaving past obstacles in their path with fluid dexterity. The city carried on its morning routine, unaware or uncaring of the dangers that lurked outside the city limits. The monsters and outcasts constantly beating at their front door. She looked past the city, her window allowing a peak past the crest of the crater into the vast, desert wastes of the Martian landscape. A constant bubble surrounded the top of the crater, protecting the city from intrusion from the outside. It was made entirely of plasma, power supplied by the massive singularity drive that gave the entire city its free, unlimited energy. But that didn't stop her from tightening security along the crater rim, keeping a constant vigil on the hellish landscape outside the city limits. She sighed, turning from the window and striding to her desk. She tapped a button on her desk, and a holographic screen popped up from the projector installed inside the (Earth) oaken surface. A holographic keyboard was also projected. She took a moment to review any outstanding business from the prior day, and continued onto new business. Another outcast revolt. Bandit activity on the rise. More sightings of the feral mechanical beasts that plagued the outback. She shrugged mentally. The scout patrols were useful in identifying any threats to the city of Olympus, but these reports were nothing out of the ordinary. They had proven many times that none of these groups had the smarts, resources, or dedication to crack the force bubble. It was beneath her concern. She leaned back in her leather chair, inhaling sharply, stretching her back out to relax a little. "Grayling," she called, not looking away from her screen, "a scotch." A mechanical voice spoke from behind her. "The time is currently eight-fourty-eight in the morning, Olympic Standard." "Did I ask for the time?" she hissed. "No, Primex Ariston, but you instructed me to inform you of the time whenever you request an alcoholic beverage, 'in case it is too early', in your words." "Well," she sighed, "it's not."

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A Shattering

“It’s fine, X… The rest… is up… to…”

You.

“The sealing process is complete.” Agony. Fathomless agony, a horrendous, all-consuming wave of pain that dug in with invisible claws into his core and his processors, rendering him asunder faster than a spear thrust through his center. Static rushed his optics and turned his vision black, then red- stayed red, horrible crimson. Blood, hate, sorrow, anger- blackblackblack- fighting to stay online-

His mouth opened in a silent scream, arms outstretched with hands curled into grasping claws, eyes wild with the weight of it all–

half of him had been ripped away, locked away. foundation stricken, crumbled, hauled away- everything was falling beneath him he felt as if he were dying The sound of stricken metal rebounded in the narrow chamber hall. X beat his fists against a blinking screen until shards sank into his skin and the board fell to the ground. Agony, agony- crushing weight- fear, fear, what was he afraid of?

Alone. Loneliness. Lonesome. Silent, solitary.

X had been alone before. He had been abandoned before. but zero used to always come back “You’ve abandoned me again! Again! I’m alone- while you sleep! Again!” Torrential rage suddenly bubbled and boiled past his mouth and over his lips. “Again! I need you! I need you! I want you! I want you back, Zero!” Asimov, he was shattering. “I love you! Zero! Why did you leave me like this? I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-”  

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just so you know