#machine image

[krumpkin]

This is my friends AI image, I'd love one of these 😁

[pigswithwings]

honestly i am such a sucker for machines being cared for. like? please be gentle. i am not like you. this is my body, please be careful. i do not think like you. i do not work like you, or breathe like you. please be kind. please act kindly. you have me in your hands so please, please show mercy. i was made for a purpose, but that purpose was never intimacy. please show me what this is

[uncanny-tranny]

The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:

[shepscapades]

77. Ballad of the Walking Machines — CG5, JT Music

All the sins remain with the pain inside They reskinned my face, but the paint won't dry If you're alive right now, survive right now That's all you can do

Ohhh I'm so glad I finally get to draw to Ballad of the Walking Machines!! This one has been rattling around in my head since last year's wrapped drawings, but I was never able to put any of my thoughts onto paper!

On Bdubs' playlist, this song has always stuck to me as a representation of the other side of all of the horrors Etho's undergone over the course of Season 8, set during Destruction as Bdubs waits outside of the lab for what's supposed to be a relative simple diagnostic appointment, so he was told. As Bdubs, completely unaware than anything was even wrong with Etho until the start of the season, waits with baited breath to hear if his friend is okay, he's remind of their rough beginnings and how far he's come, both as a person and as Etho's friend. The tension that had come from a place of fear now comes from a desperate hope that Etho will be okay, and Ballad of the Walking Machines really well represents the juxtaposition between Bdubs' original fears of androids and his fear and hope in the present day that his dear friend will be okay.

[rainbowpopeworld]

Michael Sheen weighs in:

Previous interview with Michael Sheen:

[ohno-the-sun]

My propaganda for Misuta from the fic Ghost in the Machine by the illustrious @venomous-qwille

I think about him a lot

[eldritch-ace]

Girl with one eye 👁️

[clipitcutout]

Cute sewing machine pngs!

Follow for daily uploads 💖

[sheephoof]

my awesome animals

[viperbunnies]

What flavor of Gumball did you get?

Screenshot to get your gumball! What flavor do you think they'll taste like...

A little gift of some mutual's ocs that I've been itching to draw :>, I'm still terribly artblocked but I've been doodling some ocs to try and get some motivation back :') (Ocs belong to : Andy = @rizdoodls Arlo = @sunnysidesevenup Ashi = @ashipiko Cass = @the-travelling-witch Dranav = @justm3di0cr3 Fayrouz = @fell-e Hagi @hagi-clvnk Iris = @lficanthaveloveiwantpower Jewel = @jewelulu Jovie @jovieinramshackle Kyra = @angelwishess Lydia = @treydia Mayu = @anbaisai Niko = @j-yushi Raven = @raven-at-the-writing-desk Shin = @liyuviq Shuu = @oya-oya-okay Taru = @taruruchi Tia = @cozymochi Yuume = @kazuww00 Yuusha = @crystallizsch Yuu shi @boopshoops Yuya = @cheerleaderman )

If the oc belongs to you, feel free to use for personal use, Transparent png version for those who own the oc: here!

[rileycruel]

[tyeballz]

i originally drew this two weeks ago, but i kinda rushed it just now so it isnt rotting in my files.

if i knew how to actually render then this would look 1000x better trust me......

og image under the cut:

[krumpkin]

As a kid I always wanted a DeLorean 😎😁

[master-kohga-dating-sim]

guess who finished omega ruby

[rotten-vision]

a late night mh scribble, inspired by this tweet:

(sorry about the pink text, its not really readable, the top one says "no what is this stop no" and the bottom one is my signature)

[valtsv]

i keep thinking about digital ghosts. or maybe digital hauntings would be a better term. the final messages shared between you and someone you no longer speak to, for whatever reason. a webpage, or blog post, or inactive profile on a social media forum that you still return to sometimes, no longer even hoping for something to have changed, just to remember, like returning to a grave year after year. video and audio recordings of people who've left your life that you play back over and over until the tape wears out. in the realm of the more fantastical, maybe a hologram that bears their likeness but only a pale, shallow imitation of their complexity, their personality, or an AI or other imperfect replica built on a lifetime of data collected from them that only reinforces their absence but is all you have left to remember (or replace until you forget the difference) them by. all these records that they existed that will inevitably only last as long as the technology that supports them takes to become obsolete, or the data corrupts and begins to break down, or the archives storing it are no longer hosted anywhere. you haven't cheated death, or the grief that comes with losing someone. you've just prolonged it.