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theworldsarchitect · 2 hours ago
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[He stared down at the body before him, at the pale, wide-eyed stare of the dead man, and dropped down to his knees once again. Of course, he had no memories of this man, why should he care if he's dead or not?
For a long time he just sat there, unmoving, not speaking, not doing anything. Then, he pulled his claws to rest on the bodies' face. Feeling the cold lifelessness in his skin, in his blood. He glanced over his shoulder, then back down at the body, the meal given so graciously to him.]
"1 am.. n0t hungry."
[He coughs up more blood and turns his head away. By all means he didn't want to be rude, but something about all of this felt.. off in his corrupted brain.
He moved his claws further up the corpse, the sharp tips of his fingers meeting soft, fluffy hair. It was nice on his hands. It felt so weird to be doing such domestic acts, but he didn't come here for violence, for once, so why should he fight?]
[The air ran cold around him as he found himself back where this entire mess started once again.
Yoricks. It seemed that no matter what his feet led straight back here, as if it was an instinct.
Things were, for the most part, running quite smoothly. Well, for you at least, not for this beast that was seemingly being led by his very own instincts, to a place he felt he had very little knowledge or memory of.
And then, the corner of his eye caught something, and he swiveled his head to catch a better look at.. something..
No, not something. Someone. Someone big, someone tall, someone familiar.. He didn't approach, only watching from a distance. But his eyes were locked on this mystery person.]
( @theworldsarchitect . Time to traumatize funny chicken man)
-> It was him. It was Shedletsky, the beast's best friend. Or well... The beast's best friend if he could remember the damn man. The sentinel was seated in front of Yorick's tomb, his sword stuck into the ground and his back facing the beast. -> His head wings were pushed out, feathers ruffled a little. He looked tense, back hunched and arms folded over his lap. This would be a great time to strike him, yes, but it also seemed like too good of an opportunity.
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chernobog13 · 5 months ago
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The inner workings of Kiryu, Mechagodzilla 3.
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kply-industries · 5 months ago
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puppiesandnightlock · 6 months ago
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rest in peace voltron
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theworldsarchitect · 2 hours ago
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[..But his grip didn't waver. He stopped for just a second to put the dagger into his pocket before tightening his grip and pressing his thumb against their airway, rendering Two Time unable to breathe. And he was still. Staring.
He wanted to watch them die in his grasp. He wanted to see them slowly suffocate, his face the last thing that they see before their demise. God, he was so angry at everything, and this was the perfect way to get all of his anger out. He didn't care for the cultist anyway.]
-They poked Builderman on the shoulder with their dagger, attempting to get their attention as they stared at the back of them. Their grip on the dagger tightened as they continued to poke.- "David." -🔪 @ohdivinespawnforgivethyactions -Annoying little angel is real/j -👁‍🗨/ooc
[He tenses and turns his head slowly, his eyes wide and staring daggers (no pun intended) into their own. He grabs the dagger with his claws and grips the blade end tightly, ignoring the small trickle of dark blood leaking out of his corrupted skin.
He doesn't move, doesn't blink, and can't speak, only staring with empty, lifeless eyes that screamed of threat.]
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imaginal-ai · 9 months ago
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"The Engineer" (0001)
(The Homo Faber Series)
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jellyfisharcade · 2 years ago
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Schematics - Real Words with Real Parts - Colored Pencils - By hand - Blindfolded - also other Sci-fi goodness
©Jellyfish Arcade - Family owned since 1864©
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featheredsnek · 1 year ago
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Kobolds when left to their own devices are capable of incredible things
For @Amulrei on twitter, thanks again!
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raykvega · 8 months ago
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bruhlesbian · 11 months ago
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everyone clap chip revvington just won the most normalest princess of the year award!!!! so proud of him!!
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theworldsarchitect · 1 day ago
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"Because 0f.. me?"
[He blinked and turned his head away, staring off somewhere. This was his doing? He brought Telamon here? He sighed and took another step back.]
"Are y0u happy? Be1ng.. here?"
[He turned his head back to Telamon but didn't look at his face. There was a heavy feeling in his chest that he couldn't quite describe, one that he hasn't felt before.]
[The air ran cold around him as he found himself back where this entire mess started once again.
Yoricks. It seemed that no matter what his feet led straight back here, as if it was an instinct.
Things were, for the most part, running quite smoothly. Well, for you at least, not for this beast that was seemingly being led by his very own instincts, to a place he felt he had very little knowledge or memory of.
And then, the corner of his eye caught something, and he swiveled his head to catch a better look at.. something..
No, not something. Someone. Someone big, someone tall, someone familiar.. He didn't approach, only watching from a distance. But his eyes were locked on this mystery person.]
( @theworldsarchitect . Time to traumatize funny chicken man)
-> It was him. It was Shedletsky, the beast's best friend. Or well... The beast's best friend if he could remember the damn man. The sentinel was seated in front of Yorick's tomb, his sword stuck into the ground and his back facing the beast. -> His head wings were pushed out, feathers ruffled a little. He looked tense, back hunched and arms folded over his lap. This would be a great time to strike him, yes, but it also seemed like too good of an opportunity.
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theworldsarchitect · 1 month ago
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-> It's now or never. And Chance wasn't going to let bad feelings settle any longer. He knocked on the door once then waited for a response. - @casino-connoisseur
[There wasn't an answer. Nobody came to answer the door. However, faint sounds could be heard, as if claws were scraping against wood.. someone was in there, that's for sure, but they didn't answer the door. Builderman usually kept his door open when he wasn't in his room, so he had to be in there, right..? Just had to..]
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chernobog13 · 2 months ago
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Let's build the Defiant!
On second thought, let's wait a few years. Cheetolini would only have his buddy, Adolph Musk, build the thing, and his spaceships only do one thing:
they 'splode!
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youare-number6 · 2 years ago
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How to Make - Operate -- Space Trains
These are based on some space train images of mine.
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okie-dojo · 1 year ago
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Uhhh GO GO GADGET DISASSEMBLY DRONE SCHEMATICS
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This took me a combination of almost three days and some mild digital tweaking so things can be relatively easy to understand and use as a creative reference.
I hope it helps some folks out there make their models as accurate as possible! <3
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fuzzkaizer · 5 months ago
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Michael Schenker's "FuzzBox" c 1988
cred: facebook.com/Robin Avery
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