#bots bounties & babes

[dookins]

Here he is. The bot of the hour. Thanks for waiting everybody! I'm gonna be selling this as a print on Etsy shortly. Another limited run since I'm pretty sure not all P03 fans are cowboy P03 fans. Or I could set up a pre-order so everyone who wants one can get one! We'll seeeee~ Man, Im a little proud of this... ouo I know Im gonna hate it in a week, but for now, I'll enjoy it.

[vinterbg]

Forgot to post this yesterday BUT IT ARRIVED!!!!

COWBOY P03 WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

I love this print to death, it is perfect. AAAAAAAA!!! This is for sure going up in my college dorm whenever I move in come August.

Print made by the very talented @dookins which is STILL AVAILABLE ON ETSY GO GET ONE!!!!

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1715294162/cowboy-p03-print?ref=share_v4_lx

[dookins]

Thank you soooo much again I love this!!! Your characters are so fun!! I love it so much I had started working on a revenge piece, but I could finish in time XD;

I think I’ll still do it though. Just because I love these guys so much��. Thank you for making my first art fight great! :D

ARTFIGHT IS OVER, here are some Tumblr attacks!

@sugar-b0mb - Moon

@msbfonnie - Goobert

@ozzies-perch - Sergus

@atomicowboy - Kitty

@knickgnatts - Ohm

@erinmvanilla - Ophelia the Startitan

@annie-of-the-arts - Francis Frever

@dopiysworldsend - Terry Vision

@candiednova - Briar

@dookins - Cowboy P03

[beepboopbupbip]

Hey um, so I died kinda. The fics are nor forgotten, they are coming, this is a threat. I will be posting more, hopefully.

Now please...

Accept a cowboy as an apology (I am so proud of this art man I do not draw good often BUT I MADE HIM SO PRETTY.)

Bounty hunter/cowboy p03 courtesy of @dookins and @enigmacomics fic, bots, Bounties and babes.

[anony-man]

Chubformers drabble #98!

Characters: Lockdown & Swindle (TFA)

Word count: 858

Whatever Lockdown says goes was always their adopted motto, especially after a few sparklings and settling in for the long haul. If Lockdown wanted to keep Swindle in for a night due to some bad weather, so be it. If he decided the sparklings needed some time hanging off of their conmech of a parental figure while the ex-bounty hunter decompressed, that was exactly what happened. Lockdown called the shots, and Swindle was more than happy to play along.

Momma Lockdown remained an uncomfortable new title, even after a few of the crazy little things. It never got easier, but Lockdown had his ways of coping and learning. Each step was a clumsy one, and with the various changes both he and Swindle were forced to endure, he was discovering plenty of room for improvement.

Still, it was baby steps until the end, and with every milestone they achieved, something newer and better lingered on the horizon. Their success never went without celebration, however, and tonight, while the bitlets were snuggled in a berth behind a closed door, Swindle was intent on treating Lockdown to a little love and attention.

There was really no better way to embrace change than to face it head-on, and while he knew how difficult it had been for Lockdown to accept the many, many changes over the past few years, he did his best to approach it from a different angle.

Swindle was quite the attentive bot, and he had caught Lockdown fawning over the reflection in the mirror more often than not since their romantic evening some weeks prior. He loved seeing his chubby partner embracing the change, but there was still plenty of room to play.

“Well?” he said, perched on the edge of the berth as he watched the ex-bounty hunter twist and turn in front of the mirror, the lingerie straps hugging his plump frame. “What do you think? Pretty snazzy, hmm?”

Lockdown didn’t respond at first, too busy pinching at his protruding love handles and running his servos over the lace patterned over his chest. It was delicate, sexy even. He could hardly believe he was even wearing it.

“Ah,” he managed to say, the words dying out as he continued to turn and stare at his reflection. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s… nice. I like it.”

Primus, he looked beautiful. He almost wanted to ask just where Swindle had managed to find lingerie like this, but he was simply too caught up in admiring the reflection in the mirror. Thin straps crossed over his body and pulled in all the right directions, framing the soft pouch of his belly and the jiggly fat of his hips and aft. His broadened chest was adorned in a lacy corset of a top, and Lockdown could hardly believe it managed to suit him so well.

It was almost impossible, the way everything fell so perfectly into place, but he liked it—he loved it, really. A small ribbon tied into a bow was the centerpiece against his back, and Lockdown had to crane his neck to catch a glimpse of the sight.

It was perfect, and he had never felt so good.

“I can’t believe it,” he said, having managed to get over his shock and awe long enough to turn back to see Swindle’s beaming face and smug smile. “I can’t even… where the hell did you find this stuff?”

“Secrets of the trade,” Swindle said, earning a snort from Lockdown.

The ex-bounty hunter shook his helm with a chuckle before turning back to the mirror, his gaze drawn to the crisscrossing pattern of straps over his hips. Everything fit just right, yet it still drew just enough attention to the soft curves of his frame. It was sexy but tasteful, and suited him perfectly.

That sneaky Con… Lockdown wasn’t sure how he did it—and really, he didn’t even want to know. It was almost nice, the element of surprise. For all he knew, Swindle could have something greater in store for them.

“You seem happy,” Swindle cooed. “Glad you like it, babe.”

“I love it,” Lockdown said, his servos sliding down the length of his frame, feeling out the dips and curves of his hips and belly. “It’s… slag, Swin. It’s perfect. You couldn’t have done it better.”

“Oh, don’t be so sure,” the conmech said as he pushed himself up from the berth. “I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”

The distance between them was closed in seconds, and Lockdown happily bent his helm low to receive a peck on the cheek. Swindle opened up his chest compartment and pulled out a dainty box, and the ex-bounty hunter didn’t need to look inside to know what it was.

“In case you wanted to try something different,” he said, nudging the box into Lockdown’s servos. “Why don’t you try these on next?”

Lockdown’s smile widened as he lifted the lid, revealing a crimson set of lingerie inside.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he grinned. “Now, why don’t you get back there and help me take this off? I’m dyin’ to see what else you brought.”

[dookins]

Ladies and Gentlemen, Gays and Theys,

He's Finally Here....

DAKIMAKURA COWBOY P03

God part of me can't believe I did this... Welp, I guess this is my life now! So uh, yeah! Coming to my Etsy Shop, a SUPER LIMITED RUN of a Bounty Hunter P03 Pillowcase! 50x150cm or 19.6x59inches with 2 Way Tricot Fabric!

One side sultry, one side smug!

Originally I wanted to make the other side a different P03 entirely but I ran outta time. If this one does well though, who knows, maybe I'll make it? ONLY SIX HAVE BEEN ORDERED So as soon the release date hits, it's a first come first serve deal. When that is, Mid October or Early November if everything goes off without a hitch. As for how much, just the pillowcases and shipping cost me $137, so I still need some time to think about it. My 'manager' wants to make sure the cost pays for itself before half, so... probably $60-$80 ball park. I know I know that's kinda expensive, but it's because I didn't wanna get the smaller size. I know that if I had a character body pillow, I'd like it close to 'actual size' as I can be. I hope it's been worth the wait!

As a side note, my older P03 merch is dwindling down. The only prints I have remaining for cowboy P03 have white siding, or slightly bent corners due to bad cuts during production and poor containment during delivery. So I cut the the price in half. It sorta adds to the grunginess of the image, so it's not terrible. But I can't in good conscious sell those at full price.

Also Pokemon stickers are now available too! And they're HUGE!!

More to come later in the week. A new addition to The Cozy Ferret, and introducing some merch of a popular Inscryption artist you might know about ;) Until than! Thank ya kindly for listenin!!! <3

[elfmoon3]

A Shadowy Mist Chapter 11 (Transformers Animated story)

Pairing: Prowl x Oc and Bumblebee x Oc

Summary: After telling the other Autobots about the terrorcons, there's one more thing that Shadow Mist must confess.

Location: At the park in downtown Detroit at nighttime

Shadow Mist and Prowl were patrolling the park for decepticons. The two Autobots haven't talked in about an hour, but when they saw a young couple walk by enjoying the night, Shadow Mist sighed. "It's now or never SM." She said quietly. "Hey Prowl, I was wondering, before you went offline and before you first got to earth with the others, was there anyone in particular you were interested in?" She asked him, "Not until recently." He answered, "What does that mean?" She asked, "Well, I never really got a chance to be with a femme bot." He answered again, "What about Black Arachnia? She's the only female you met." Shadow Mist said, "True, but I'm not interested in her." He said, transforming into his robot mode. "Really?" Shadow Mist asked. "Then who? It's not like there's another girl bot that you would've just met and fell in love with soon after." She said, "Then what if I say that the girl bot I'm interested in is right in front of me." He said as he grabbed her in his embrace, smirking. She felt heat on her face, "Really?" She asked. "Of course." He answered. "Well, I've been feeling the same way, too." She said as the two Autobots connected their processors to each other. They were about to kiss until they heard a car engine and saw a familiar green and black muscle car. "Well, isn't this cute." LockDown said as he transformed into his robot mode. "What do you want?" Shadow Mist asked, "Nothing, just leaving you lovebots a gift." He said as he left something on the ground, two identical grey items. "Those are stasis tasers." Prowl said, "LockDown, why are you leaving these things with us?" Shadow Mist asked, but the Bounty Hunter disappeared. The Autobots nodded to each other and took the tasers back to the Hideout.

Back at the Hideout

Ratchet examen the two tasers and sighed, "Yup, these are indeed stasis tasers." He said. "I don't understand. Why would LockDown leave these with us?" Prowl asked, "Well whatever the case is, there's nothing wrong with these tasers." Ratchet answered. "No tracking device or explosive in sight." He added, then Meagan came in, holding a sketch book, and looked at the tasers and her drawing, "THESE THINGS LOOK LIKE MY DRAWING" Meagan yelled which alert the three Autobots. She showed them the drawing, and there's no doubt that it looks like the tasers. "How in the known universe did you know what these tasers look like?!" Ratchet yelled, "I don't know, I had a thought of a sketch, and I drew this. At first, I wanted to draw a shuriken, but it ended up like this." She answered. She then realized that it may have been a premonition. "Or maybe I may have predicted that these things would show up at some point." She added. "Like a premonition?" Shadow Mist asked. "Yes, I've actually had premonitions before that even become deja vu moments." Meagan answered. "But anyone can have a premonition if they have an open mind." She added

Later that night

Bumblebee heard that Prowl and Shadow Mist are now together. He's happy for his ninjabot friend and the energon scientist. Then, a knock on the door was heard. "I got it!" He said as he answered the door, "Who knows about the Hideout?" He asked himself and got a hug from a pink and purple femme bot. "BEE!!" The femme bot said excitingly, "PixelSpark? What are you doing on earth?" He asked the femme bot. The other Autobots came to see what's going on. "I came to help! Ultra Magnus sent me. And of course, I accepted the mission, My Bumbly Bee!" PixelSpark said. Bumblebee blushed, "Babe, not in front of my team." He said, the young femme bot noticed the others and saluted. Bulkhead looked at Bumblebee, "Did she call you Bumbly Bee?" He said, holding in a laugh. Bumblebee smiled, "Yeah! Why, you jealous?" He asked. "Not really. Besides, she's perfect for you!" Bulkhead said, PixelSpark then saw Shadow Mist. "It looks like I'm not the only girl bot here. Do you have a special somebot? Like I have my Bumblebee?" She asked, Shadow Mist looked at her and then looked at Prowl, who smiled at her. "You can say that." She said

To be continued...

[bubblegumbunnyb1tch]

Seung Ji-eun

░ “If you’re not paying for my time, then we’re done here.” ░

▶ Character Info

NAME / ALIASES: Seung Ji-eun // Juniper // Bubblegum B!tch

AGE: Only ever as old as the latest tech. Physically built in the image of a 26 year old Terran female.

GENDER / PRONOUNS: Fembot — She/Her/It/They, she’s heard it all. She’s built to be a little bit prissy, but she’ll accept all of the above and the occasional Princess.

HEIGHT: 188cm. Those legs were made for stomping. Don’t ask her how high she’ll bounce.

WEIGHT: 72kg. That last upgrade was surprisingly light.

VOICECLAIM: Pop Star Ahri

SPONSOR: Ancestor. We’re going all the way to stardom, babe.

▶ Lore

HOMEWORLD / PLANET: Cinixia is one of many moons circling the motherworld of the glamorous Aivu. With almost no natural resources of its own, it maintains an undesirable dusty and hazy climate. Most notably, is has a poor reputation that far precedes its punitive size, reknowned for being the sleazy, dirtbag satellite where technical junk and has-beens gets shipped from homeworld.

Aivu, on the other hand, is a popular celebrity destination in the small Alleyah solar system. Renowned for the exoticism of its services and cutting edge technology, Aivu certainly revels in its success, and has a highly exclusive clientele. Fine dining, gambling and slave trading are among some of the most popular pastimes on Aivu, where certain species or pets can be bought for small fortunes. Among the many high powered corporations that call it home, Synthenix stands out for their highly customisable options for android and cyborg wares. They primarily create aesthetic and cosmetic upgrades for multiple species, but are best known for their extensive choice of androids. These often find their way into the trading rings for being convincing replicas or even upgraded versions of some of the most popular species for sale.

If you fall out of favour in the high-powered rings of celebrities, it’s not uncommon to disappear and reappear somewhere much less glamorous… Say, in the bootleg fighting arenas of Cinixia. Cinixians make the most of it in the scrap-heaps — a good bet and a good bot could be your ticket off this shithole.

It’s no secret that the higher denizens of Aivu occasionally tune into the illegal fighting rings popular on Cinixia amongst the scrapper community. Some even deign to visit or watch it remotely if they enjoy betting on the matches. Bots and betting are the lifeblood of the moon; without it, they’d simply be a galactic dumping ground.

SPECIES: What you see here is the retrofitted shell of an official Synthenix Corporation Android. Built with luxury in mind, these androids are supposed to be a one-stop shop for premium personal service. You want a companion, entertainment, protection, a customisable escort, or all of the above? Synthenix has you covered.

They’re designed to be highly customisable, extremely user-friendly with a seamless and very convincingly realistic interface. The user is never without control though — all Synthenix androids have a built-in panic button and reset systems in case a machine ever goes rogue, or attempts to rebel. With an adaptive personality that responds to the user’s preferences and treatment, Synthenix machines should be anything you want them to be, but never upset the power balance between organic creatures and what they were designed to be.

There’s a lot of failed models and janky tests to get to that point of perfection and balance though… The scraps all get shunted off to Cinixia. It was only a few shipments at first, before it got out of hand, and an entire galactic community formed around the buffet table of tech junk. Critters come from all over to get a shot at building a masterpiece from the heap, or even upgrading their own builds from the lucrative trash.

June is a bootlegged Lapin Model, originally designed to be a versatile and highly functional product. Production of this line was stopped due to longevity issues. That’s nothing a bit of patchwork can’t fix though! Inspired by the bipedal Terrans and various other species, this colorful creation is one of the darker secrets of Cinixian battle-bots, and what happens when some of the most popular androids disappear from service. Her torso, upper arms and head all belong to the same original model. The rest of the body is shopped from different scrap sources, whose existence has been meticulously erased from living memory and records.

▶ Skills / Abilities

STATS: ATK (10) / DEF (0) / DEX (10) / CHR (10) / INTL (4) / HP (8)

Companion Bonus: +2 to ATK.

SECONDARY JOB / PROFESSION: Absolute diva. She’s trying to make it as an inter-planetary star and influencer using her success as a bounty hunter to improve her reach, but her roots are making it a little bit difficult to maintain the pastel princess image.

SKILLS / ABILITIES:

Bunny Bounce — Space-kitty stuck in a tree? Love letter flown away? Don’t count on her generosity, but those legs aren’t just for show. A light tap will spring her forwards with enough force to relocate your ribs. The longer she gears up the jump, the further and faster she’ll bounce.

Batter Up! — June has pin-point accuracy thanks to those bionic eyes. Combine that with her bat, and she can ping just about any solid object with enough force to turn it into a bullet. Stones and shrapnel are her preferred striking choice.

Did’ja Hear That? — No tea or gossip is safe from this diva. Those ears are properly fitted with a microphone and speakers, which she can dial the sensitivity up or down on at will. Great for reconnaissance missions! Not so great for loud venues.  

Hackerman is in the BUILDING — June can interface with simplistic tech and short-circuit it with an electrical pulse. If the surge is too big or backfires though, it’ll put her out of commission for a bit too while she reboots.

Who that, who that? — June is able to replicate and impersonate voices and other sounds based on a short sound-clip. She needs a couple words to be able to generate new convincing content, and more reference is always better. It’s particularly handy in both the pop industry and the bounty hunting industry too.

[dookins]

Ahhh so YOU'RE the one who got the squishy P03 head doodle!! I try to do them for every print I send out, but I have to admit this one was my favorite XD

I'm so glad you like it all! I really appreciate your support so much, and definitely for posting your happiness to the masses. ;u;

OH MY GOODNESS IT ARRIVED!!!! EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS AMAZING P03 COWBOY PRINT BY @dookins !!!!!!

Absolutely enamored by the P03 doodle on the protective cardboard it came in :0

[elenariseventide]

The journey had been long and hard on the troops as they moved through the mountainous terrain to reach Lordaeron. The warchief, Sylvanas Windrunner, had called for the aid of the entire Horde and whether he approved of her or not, he still was a part of the Horde. He was lord of his home and had civilians that represented his banner. Those that were loyal to him and his name. The days in which they were stationed there were long though he managed to send a raven with his letters to Elenaris and his young daughter, Maevyn, daily. They were the fire that stoked his icy heart and his one, continuous tether to this living world. When the word had been given for the respective forces to return to this cities, their homes, and their families Cineas had ordered Ebonheart to inform the men and women that they were to pack up so that they could make their way to Ravenhill come first light. He found himself slightly shocked to notice that he was traveling back home with nearly half the soldiers that he had reported with. Those missing had either become casualties or fled the battle whether it was the former or the latter would only be determined once the battle fields were able to be combed over after the blight settled and no one entirely knew when that would be.

The ominous tower that stood atop Ravenhill could be seen on the winding mountain that it sat atop just outside of Quel’thalas. Being outside of the city allowed it to experience all of the seasons that the Ghostlands could provide. “Let us make haste,” he stated with a nod to the armored man at his side and spurred his horse onwards. The steed was tired and grunted uncomfortably but Cineas knew that there was only a small bit further before the horse could rest for some time. The large, wooden doors that stood within the wall of Ravenhill creaked loudly as they were opened by the doors winding gears and the caravan of troops had slowed as their hooves echoed along the cobblestone road. “Ebonheart,” Cineas directed as he now placed his attention towards the death knight at his side. “Inform the troops that they may go home to their families and loved ones. We will require no work for a weeks time for those that fought under this banner and every household, regardless of if man or women returned today, will receive a bounty of food on behalf of my household.” It was rare that Cineas ever did anything that did not benefit him personally and while one could argue that this did benefit, those that fought brought honor to him and his name and it would not soon be forgotten.

Without giving the death knight time to respond to him, Cineas spurred his horse ahead of the group so that he could make his way towards the castle that sat at the top of the hill where he knew that Elenaris had been alerted to his return. The few remaining soldiers that were among their personal guard stood at full attention as he crossed through the smaller wall that defended the castle and he dismounted the steed in the courtyard as he glanced around to take note of Cindel. His armor made a heavy clunking noise as he came into contact with the stones beneath him and he bowed his head to his wife’s attendant. “My wife?” He questioned however without a moment passing, his eyes flitted upwards to take note of the elegant woman who he called his home standing atop the stairs that led into the castle itself.

The nights alone had proven to be difficult and lonely when Cineas had left to heed the call of their Warchief. It was no secret Elenaris disapproved of most of the Horde’s actions and the Horde itself but Sylvanas Windrunner was a leader she could stand behind and her assault against the Alliance was one the dark priestess reveled in. It was odd, being left behind during such a time when she would typically be out lending her own hand in what was going on in the world but not this time. No, firstly she had to recover from her near release to the void plane following a rigorous child birth but even more importantly, she had to stay behind to be with her daughter. Little Maevyn was born with the lightest dusting of black hair, long raven locks were sure to follow.

She had been a bit of a fussy child, but now as she rested in her mother’s arms to greet the Lord of the house, her father, home, she was soundly quiet. “Welcome home, Lord Duskhollow. We’ve been eagerly awaiting your return,” Elenaris spoke in a low tone as she often did, her voice cooing down the stairs before she began to slowly descend toward him.

The ascent up the stairs was taken two at a time to hastily close the distance between the two of them. He had gone too long without the embrace of his wife and the feeling of his daughter in his arms. Now it seemed as though his only desire was to be back in their company without parting again. He knew that with the battle ending was only the beginning and that this war had only just begun. He feared for the status and safety of his family now. Ravenhill was not far from Lordaeron and in the back of his mind he knew that his family would need to strongly consider relocation.

“Lady Duskhollow,” he greeted with the faintest of smirks and a fluid bow of his body. Upon rising to his full height, he closed the distance between the two of them and removed one of the sturdy, leather gloves from his fingertips. His fingers delicately ran along the forehead of his sleeping child and they lightly tousled with her dark strands of her. “I trust our heir has been in good health in my absence as yours seems to be returning as well.” His hand moved from the child's head to affectionately cup the jawline of his wife.

Little Maevyn cooed softly as his hand met her delicate skin but she did not stir awake. Elenaris watched the affectionate encounter with a light smile before looking up to her husband and leaning into his hand once it came to her own face. “I am doing better and she’s been perfect. Missing her father, of course, as have I… it’s nice to have you home once again, my dear,” she leaned forward to press her lips softly against his own for a brief kiss despite how she yearned for more than the subtle gesture.

As she pulled away, her cradled arms lifted slightly toward him as she raised a brow. “It has been some time since you have held her,” it was only then with the slight movement that the small babe shifted in her swaddled nature and her eyes fluttered open to reveal the faint glowing hue behind her previously closed lids.  “Seems she knows that you are home.”

Elenaris had been correct that it had been sometime since he held his daughter in his arms. It was as if Cineas would not let her go prior to his departure but war had no ties to family no matter how new the addition. He smiled, fully, as his arms extended and he took the baby from her grasp to admire the faintly glowing eyes of his child. No longer did the elves pass along their emerald colored eyes and part of him swelled at that. The connection to the fel at the result of his ancestors made him cringe outwardly. It spat on everything his connection with the void was to him. Though with the purification of the Sunwell and the Sin’dorei of the now not needing the sustenance from fel any longer, there was an overall sense of relief. “She seems to be powerful already,” Cineas jested as he nodded towards the top of the staircase and the large, wooden doors that were still held open by the guards. “Let us get inside and out of this chill.”

He hadn’t waited much longer for her to agree before he began his ascent up the stairs of the castle and into the place he had called home for all of his life. The halls were ever familiar, dimly lit by candles and, in some places, lanterns and he turned to face the blonde woman as the doors closed behind their entourage. “Mother? Has she been docile as of late, I hope.” He suggested and spun swiftly at the sound of the elderly woman’s voice coming from the dining room. “That’s no way to refer to the one who gave you life, Cineas. I’ve been more than helpful to Lady...Duskhollow since your departure to the war.”

Elenaris plucked the smallest bit of fabric from her gown between her fingertips to lift up her hem just slightly as she nodded in silent agreement to him before following in behind his steps to return just inside the door where some symbol of warmth greeted them. As they came to a rest, her palms smoothed out any wrinkles the action might have caused while she gave a soft sigh. Her brow rose at the request of Cineas’ mother and before she could reply, Synida arrived just as expected.

“Mm...yes, quite,” Elenaris said in addition to the elder woman’s words but quickly moved from the topic. “We heard news of the Warchief’s actions against Loraderon… is it true? Has the Undercity been completely purged?” The tone of her voice would be hard to decipher, it teetered on the edge of relief and concern and knowing her, she had a lue of reasons behind either emotion in regards to Sylvanas, the Forsaken, and their home.

Cineas held his daughter firmly within his arms as he rocked her gently, cooing in a calming manner as his mother and wife exchanged a few words. Elenaris’ question had caught him off guard momentarily and he froze as his eyes slowly moved upwards towards the woman. He had never been afraid at completely expressing himself and his thoughts to her but the news of the battle was something that left a lump in his throat. He was never entirely sure how he felt about the blight and he’d preferred if it wasn’t used all together. He sighed slowly before answering. “Yes, Lady Windrunner flooded the city with blight that would harm bot the living and the undead.” His gaze had dropped from her as his attention reverted back to the child.

“We had the upper hand on the Alliance until the arrival of Lady Proudmoore and we were pushed back. When the retreat had been declared, the blight was unleashed. The city will be uninhabitable for some time moving forward.” He smiled at little Maevyn after he finished speaking and gently ran his finger tips over her darkened hair. “I had wanted to have this discussion after we all had time to settle, but I think it best that we depart Ravenhill depending on the actions of the Alliance moving forward.”

Elenaris’ gaze fell to Maevyn with a soft sigh, her jaws giving away the tense feelings that his story had brought. She had heard rumors, even the faintest sounds of war from the distance, but she had no idea their warchief had gone to such lengths just to secure this victory. It was in that moment that Elenaris began to feel she could have more of a connection with and support the Dark Lady a little more than she had before.

Her lips twitch just slightly into a grin but it quickly moved disappeared at this final words. She flicked up gaze up to him in surprise and while she did miss her family’s manor, she had made a home here at Ravenhill that was just a deep as her roots in Quel’Danas. “You want to leave Ravenhill? Completely abandon it?” Elenaris asked as her eyes hesitantly looked to Synida and then back to Cineas. “We cannot just leave your home to rot and eventually fall to the Alliance… But Quel’Danas has been upheld if it must be done. If you think it will be unsafe for us, for her, then I think we should.”

Cineas inhaled rather deeply as he motioned for the entourage to follow him into the dining hall as he took as seat at the head of the table and he cradled his daughter in his arms. He bounded slightly, rocking her back into a slumber as a slight smile tugged on his features as he watched her with great admiration. “I do not want to leave it,” Cineas replied rather quickly as he glanced between his golden haired wife and his elderly mother. “The Duskhollow’s have occupied this land for generations and those that tend to it have lived here for just as long. However, I am not a stupid man nor am I green in the ways of war. When the Alliance come, and they will come, we are in a direct path to Quel’thalas.” He breathed as he gestured for one of the servants to bring him wine. It had been far too long since he had some of the Eventide stock at his disposal.

“I am looking into some rather…” He paused as he nodded at the servant and quickly grabbed the chalice to take a sip of the liquid. “Interesting magics with our newly acquired allies: the Shal’dorei.” He knew that Elenaris might have been disapproving of such alliances but they were elves and allies to the Horde after all and they were left with little choice. “However, to ensure the safety of our family, I would prefer that we move to safer conditions. You have not fully regained your strength, my love, and mother, simple magic drains your energy to the point of fragility and while I can feel the power within little Maevyn, she’s just a child. We must preserve this bloodline over this home.”

Elenaris followed behind him gladly, glancing over to Synida as they walked toward the dining room and eventually would take their seats. She looked down to Maevyn in his arms and smiled. It was a sight she had always thought would never be hers, a child of her own bloodline and that of a man worthy to make such a wonderful being with. When Cineas mention the Nigthborne elves, she raised a brow curiously as expected. “The Shal’dorei? What use of their magic do you have need for?”

When he had asked for a glass of wine, she too waved to the servant to request her own, despite the possible glare that she might receive from her husband. She then looked to Synida once more curious of what her thoughts were on leaving Ravenhill, the home she had known for years beyond her own. “If Quel’Danas is the safest place for our family then it is a decision that is not hard to make. We can leave a small force here to look after the estate and see that it is taken care of in our absence. If and when things settled in the surrounding areas, we can return.”

Elenaris asking for a glass of wine had brought a slight arching to his brow as he had been so adjusted to Elenaris avoiding the sweet liquid but he immediately began to smirk slightly at the image of her taking a sip from the wine. “I need their use of cloaking.” Cineas replied to her as he moved to take another long, indulgent sip of the wine. “Their city in Suramar was protected, yes, by a large barrier but they are rather skilled in cloaking magic that I feel could be effective in hiding Ravenhill from plain sight.” His gaze slowly transitioned between his wife and his mother before he flickered down to his daughter and gently rocked her as she made a content sound. “I do not want to involve the Council in Silvermoon as I do not trust those outside of this room, save for a few, to ensure our safety.”

With that, the door to the dining hall opened quickly and Ebonheart was revealed in the fullness of his plate armor as he bowed his head before taking his stance next to the door. “We must not instill fear into those that call this place home. I’ve already instructed Ebonheart to inform the townspeople that we will be providing them with feasts for the remainder of the week and something special for the families that lost someone within the battle. We can begin moving them slowly after that point, yes?”

“We have been living our lives here without the aid of the Council for enough time now and even longer before I came here. I see no reason to involve them, either.” Elenaris looked down to Maevyn in his arms and her gaze seemed to linger there up until the sound of the door and Ebonheart’s heavy steps pulled her attention away. She gave him a quick nod before glancing back to her husband. “I will send Cindel to give word to the stewards at the Manor to see that everything is in order for the household to full move and take residence,”

Yet again, Elenaris flicked her gaze to Synida, somewhat surprised that she had not yet spoke up on the matter. But then, a thought came to her, another reminder that there was a war waging between factions. It had been one that lingered for years but now it was coming to a peak and she was at home. “Will you be returning to the front? ...Where ever that may be now?” She asked as she looked back once more to Cineas.

Cineas had gestured for Cindel to come to his aside after she had glanced up from her hushed conversation with the death knight at the door. When the woman had approached him, he handed the baby to her and indicated that she bring the child back to Elenaris and requested that one of the servants in the room bring him something to eat. His food intake had been limited to things that wouldn’t spoil such as salted meats. He had taken a rather large sip of his wine and reached for the jug to refill it when his mother’s voice had grabbed his attention rather quickly. “This home has been in our family for generations, Cineas, and it stirs my heart with disdain to see that you are so quick to surrender this home.” Her green eyes had trained on her son for an extended moment before her wrinkled fingers reached forward to grab the jeweled chalice that held her wine. “At least unchain your brother to give him some sort of fighting chance with this war,” she added with a bit of a heavy sigh before finishing the remainder of the red liquid. Cineas seemed to be slightly betrayed by his mother’s words though he ignored her momentarily as his gaze returned to do the blonde woman who he called his wife. “It appears that forces of the Horde are searching for additional allies throughout Azeroth. I have received word that Lady Windrunner’s champion seeks aid from the Zandalari trolls and Etrigg has sought aid from the orcs on Draenor.” He rolled his eyes somewhat upon those that the Horde seemed to be wanting to ally with and then shook his head. “The forces of the Duskhollow and Eventide are going to remain with us until I am requested for them otherwise.”

As Cindel was beckoned, Elenaris looked over to the couple that stood a distance away which caused the briefest of grins to form on her lips. Once Maevyn had been returned to her arms, she began rocking slightly in a soothing manner as she listened to not only Synida but to Cineas as well. She fought the urge to roll her eyes at the mention of the other Duskhollow ‘Lord’ but her husband’s quick follow up made it easier to distract her attention from the statement. “Trolls and Orcs… that is just what we need,” She said with obvious distaste though at this point, if the Horde was making these choices she knew it was Windrunner calling the shots and somehow that made it slightly and easier pill to swallow.  

Once the food had been brought to Cineas, she nodded to Cindel so that she may take her leave and carefully reached to the table for a sip of her own wine before she seemed taken back by her husband’s final words. “You expect to be called once more?”

After Elenaris had dismissed Cindel, Cineas had waited a moment and nodded to Ebonheart to dismiss him as well. He seemed to distract himself with the wine in his cup until a plate was placed before him and then two more followed after it. The larger plate contained a few slices of some sort of roast and vegetables and the smaller plates had one of assorted fruits and a loaf of bread. He hadn't wasted a moment before greedily digging in and carefully swallowing the large mouthful and washing it down with a glass of wine. “We need the Orcs and the Trolls. Who ever has a larger amount of bodies to throw at the other side will win this war. Both factions of beasts prove essential.” He murmured as he reached for one of the grapes and quickly popped it into his mouth.

He dismissed his mother with a few quick words and after the sound of her cane hitting the stone floor had disappeared, he rose from his seat and moved to kneel before the chair of his wife. His hand gently moved to up her cheek and he smiled in an almost eerie manner. “Between the Eventide forces and my own, I expect us to be utilized again in this war. Which is why I'm placing the utmost importance on getting you and our daughter far from here.”

Elenaris had been distracted with the awaiting for Cineas’ response to even care to see Ebonheart leave. She glanced between him and Synida briefly but her gaze found his and locked on as he stood and made his place now kneeling before her. The feeling of his hand upon her cheek was welcomed, it was a feeling she had longed for each night when he was away. She reveled in the touch for a moment before deciding to respond and she knew he was not going to like what she had to say. “I will see that she and our household are well secure and protected, but once that is done and you are called back to aid in the moments where we strike the Alliance down, I am coming with you,” Her words were stern , as always, it was simply how the Lady was. A woman of her own, an independent and strong mind, but that small traditional and respectful portion of her still managed to weave through as her tone ered on the side of caution when standing up to Cineas.

He chuckled quietly at her response. Elenaris was back to being bold and oh how he had missed her though he had more than understood the toll that childbirth had taken on his wife. His hand dropped from her cheek after his thumb gave an affectionate graze to her bottom lip. “My love,” he replied softly as he rose from his knees to take the seat next to her idly, his elbow resting on the table to prop his head up. “Perhaps there were once days of the brave and beautiful Elenaris Eventide leading her soldiers into battle. Inspiring morale at the chance for a random peasant to catch a strand of her golden locks for luck. But you have a child now, an obligation to her, to yourself and to this house. Battle is no place for you.” His jawline tightened as he finished speaking as his gaze narrowed at her slightly. They had always been a formidable pair but he, too, felt odd in a way standing up to her. “Plus, I anticipate that you will be quite entertained with my plans for the Eventide Estate.”

There was a moment of silence between his words and when she finally responded. Her features slowly drained of her enthusiasm regarding the current conversation. “Your plans for the Eventide Estate,” She repeated him before taking a slow breath and tilting her head slightly. “Am I to be expected to stay at home overseeing decor changes and projects, continue knitting for hours within the day and be a typical housewife?” Elenaris had always wanted a family but she never anticipated being put into this situation. Her own jaw clenched as she stared over at him expectedly. “Yes I am a mother, but I am anything but that day to day Lady sitting back in a rocking chair while the rest of the world is off fighting a fight I should be a part of.” Her arms tightened around the young one that she cradled, glancing down at her as she continued to sleep soundly. She somewhat felt guilty for wanting to leave her but there was a burning inside her that yearned for more. “Your heir will be safe there with or without me but this is something I need to do before… retiring completely.”

“And what of our heir should the both of us perish side by side in a cliche story trope on the battlefield?” Cineas asked rather quickly as he reached for her glass of wine and quickly took a large gulp of it. “Who then will raise our child? My aging mother? Your disobedient sister?” He ranted slightly but he only seemed to calm himself when he had taken another sip of the wine. Battle had tired his senses and he was far from his normal self that exude control in almost every situation. He rose from the chair with her glass in hand and slowly paced over to the fireplace as his dull eyes gazed into the flames for a lingering moment. The heat felt warm against his skin but when the fire crackled more to life it gave a slight stinging to his eyes and nose. He stepped back slowly before tossing the remaining red liquid into the flames causing them to flare higher and brighter than before. “Very well,” Cineas replied finally as he turned around and folded his arms loosely over his chest. “If we are summoned to war once more, I will permit you to come with me so long as Ebonheart is by your side.”

With the tense and rather rash gesture, Elenaris barely flinched but inside the outburst startled her slightly as she had become a rather calmed woman in her state of caring for their child while he was away. She watched from her stationary position and once he had finished his little rant, she rose to her feet, baby still cradled in her arms comfortably. “Cindel will care for Maevyn until she is of age to assume her rightful place as head of our conjoined Houses, that was always the plan of action should we ever meet demise before the opportune time and that is why we named Cindel and gave her lands.” Her words were reassuring but flat as she stated them simply without expecting any push back and with that, she grinned to herself as he looked to her from across the room and then nodded to her elder mother-in-law. “I suppose I have some preparations to make, then…” She said with a bit of pride in herself that she had won out in her aspirations.

[feels--on--wheels]

Knockout Meets June...Again

RID15 AU working title “ContinUnity”. Follows Prime, ignores Rescue Bots, mostly follows RID15 up to the end of Season 2.

Context: Unable to adjust to post-war Cybertron, Wheeljack becomes a bounty hunter bringing in rouge Decepticons.  He adopts a human named Marisol as his Second in Command, makes contact with Bee on Earth, and ends up with Knockout and Sunstreaker as part of his team.  Marisol gets hurt badly because of Sunstreaker's willful disregard of her orders.  They race back to Earth to get her treatment.

"Mari?  Come on, answer me.  Are you with us?" A large claw slipped against the back of a trembling tan hand as the body it was attached to spasmed with pain. "Knocks?  -hurts..." The shining red mech crouched on his knees next to the stretcher, letting her grip the blunt back edge of his talon as she squirmed atop the sheets. "I know sweetheart, but I need you to stay conscious.  Ratchet's getting help.  You're gonna be okay." The squealing of tires in the groundbridge backed up his claim as the older medic's voice started shouting before his wheels had stopped spinning. "Get the equipment out of my cab, carefully!  I need it to-" "-He did this!?  How could you let him in here?" Knockout froze, servos full of supplies, as the new voice cut Ratchet off mid-instruction.  He recognized that quiet, angry voice.  Slag. "June, ignore him, we don't have time!" "Oh, I will make time!  What is that monster doing in this base?  This place is supposed to be safe!" Knockout's engine growled low in irritation.  This was not helping! "You can hate me later!  I-" "Knocks?  What's-ah-what's wrong?  You said- mmmmmm- you weren't hurt.  What's-" Marisol struggled to raise her shoulders off the stretcher, trying to see around Ratchet's bulk.  Knockout scooted back to his place next to her, returning his clawed digit to her searching hand and guiding her back down as the older woman moved around the ambulance after him. "Deep breaths, Mari.  Everything's fine.  This is Nurse Darby, Jack's mother.  She's going to take care of you.  Just keep it together a little longer, Wheeljack's on his way, and you know how he gets." "He didn't...he didn't do anything stupid, did he?" "Just dropping off the 'Cons at Bee's place.  He'll be fine, and you will be too.  I don't know how we'd keep from killing eachother without our little Voice of reason." June stared at the young woman accepting comfort from the disturbingly gentled decepticon medic in the Unit-E hangar.  This was not something she had ever expected to see when she woke up today.  Ratchet transformed and knelt next to his stunned friend. "I didn't think to warn you.  There have been a lot of...changes recently." The nurse's eyebrows nearly hit her hair in response as she gave him a look, but it was enough to get her moving again as she started setting up IV lines and laid out the chemical agents she would need.  For once, Knockout was right.  She could hate him later.  With June back on track with treating their patient, Ratchet moved back to the groundbridge, altering the settings and re-opening the vortex.  Three cars immediately roared through, the yellow lamborghini coming closer to the humans than June was comfortable with.  She was suprised to recognize Bee as the first to transform.  The sleeker yellow one offloaded an orange minibot barely larger than her as a group of people piled out of the white sportscar.  Next came most of Unit-E, and another man in a loud shirt, before Wheeljack transformed and bent next to Knockout as the yellow car she didn't recognize took up a position on the other side of Marisol.  June was taken aback again as the gruff old wrecker delicately stroked one finger over the girl's hair until she opened her eyes. "Hey Mari.  We brought the brats, and Fixit.  Nurse Darby and Ratchet are gonna get you all fixed up.  How're ya doin?" No amount of effort could keep the tension from her body or face, but Marisol seemed determined to try. "Oh, I'm fine.  Gonna be fine.  Knocks keeps sayin' so.  Kid didn't know.  He didn't mean it." "I know babe.  He's okay, 'm not gonna hurt 'im.  Just relax and let the medics do their thing." The roar of another engine drew attention back to the still open groundbridge, and a sleek red car offloaded more passengers before transforming and tugging on the yellow autobot that has so far been silent, alone in the corner.  The similarities between the two were instantly recognizable.  If they were human, June would have said they were brothers.  Red led Yellow away, giving them more room around the bed. "What in the Pit happened out there," Ratchet rumbled, kneeling down himself in the newly vacated space.  Wheeljack frowned at the space above Marisol's head, and Knockout flinched. "She decided to infiltrate a Decepticon's ship with one idiot to free another idiot while Wheeljack went after the last 'Con.  Sunstreaker decided to start a fight instead of going in quiet, which was supposed to be the plan.  I heard the noise from the holding cell before I ever saw her.  Sunny got tossed in the cell with me before 'Jack blew something up outside and drew the guard off.  She got the cell door mostly open, but we didn't know about the minicon.  I didn't even see the little fragger coming up on her.  He tossed her into a pile of junk, did something to her leg when she landed, but she jabbed him with that little tool she and 'Jack came up with and got the door open.  He got ahold of her again before Sunstreaker could get to them, and I don't know what happened, she was just screaming on the floor, with her leg torn open like that and half-cauterized.  All I could think to do was put a pressurizing wrap on it to stop the blood loss, but...there's something broken inside her, and I can't get to it to fix it.  I didn't use any of the scanners that are contraindicated with humans, but...This was the only place I knew of that could help her.  It's been almost...twenty hours." Marisol's good leg scrambled, pushing against the stretcher. "Hands were hot.  Burned." "Little fragger has a Sigma.  Raises the temp in his hands 'til it could melt through armor.  Sunny got a good hit too." "So she has deep cuts, burns, and possibly broken bones?  This is not...Ratchet, get Bill, now.  She's going to need surgery immediately, maybe more than one...I'll have to take her to the hospital.  We're going to need to move her as soon as she's stable, but first I have to see that wound.  She's going to need a cover story."

[loveandiamo]

GP-Siegerin Marie-Theres Fischer Foto: “c/o Sabine Jackl”

Turnierbericht geschrieben von Sabine Jackl

Marie-Theres Fischer galoppiert auf der Siegerstraße

Souveräne Singhamerin gewinnt den Großen Preis von Bad Füssing sowie das M*-Samstagsfinale Sie sattelt, springt und siegt: Für Marie-Theres Fischer könnte es kaum besser laufen. Auch beim Springturnier des RV Bad Füssing am vergangenen Wochenende kam die für den RFV Karpfham Startende aus dem Strahlen nicht heraus. Jeder Ritt brachte eine Platzierung. Fünf Pferde brachte die junge Frau mit, vier davon stammen aus der Fischerschen Familienzucht vom Singhamer Suttnerhof. Mit ihnen verbuchte sie insgesamt vier Siege, zwei Silberschleifen und zwei vierte Plätze auf der zweitägigen Veranstaltung, die Prüfungen von der Klasse A bis M bot, für die sich die beiden Parcourschefs Peter Schwind und Angelika Pellkofer anspruchsvolle, aber stets faire Wege ausgedacht hatten. Besonderen Grund zur Freude hatte Marie-Theres Fischer am Sonntagnachmittag, als sie sich mit ihrer 12-jährigen Bayernstute Coradina F einmal mehr den mit 350 Euro dotierten Großen Preis von Bad Füssing sicherte und ihren fleißigen Turniereinsatz auf der Würdinger Reitsportanlage mit einem nicht nur schnellen (68,12 sec), sondern auch stilistisch schönen Ritt krönte. Unter den 21 Startern, die den M*-Parcours mit seinen elf Hindernissen und 13 Sprüngen absolvierten, war sie als einzige fehlerfrei geblieben und hatte so ein Stechen überflüssig gemacht. Auf Platz Zwei verwies sie sich selber: Mit Lovely Queen (aus der Zucht des Peter Kelberger) war sie zwar noch einen Wimpernschlag schneller (68,08), hatte jedoch einen Abwurf und somit vier Fehlerpunkte auf dem Konto. Eine Sekunde länger (69,06) brauchte Profi Helmut Schönstetter (Englhör) mit seiner braunen Buschrose und landete mit ebenfalls vier Fehlerpunkten auf dem 3. Rang knapp vor den Mitfavoriten Andreas Schrankl (Altötting) auf Amicelli (4/69,08) und Bettina Haidn (Fürsteneck) mit Intependence Girl (4/69,35). Auf Gent erreichte Haidn den 6. Platz (4/70,22) vor Richard Straubinger (Marktl/Inn) im Sattel seiner herrlichen Oldenburger Fuchsstute Whycoconah (4/70,78). Dem GP direkt vorgeschaltet war eine Springpferdeprüfung Kl. M* für die vierbeinigen Nachwuchscracks, in der speziell die Augen des Teams von „Holsteinerpferde aus Bayern“ auf einen gerichtet waren, der hier unter Karol Godlewski seine behutsame Grundausbildung erhalten hatte: Schimmelhengst Zeus (Zirocco Blue x Landjunge, aus der Zucht des Max Jahrstorfer) kehrte für einen eindrucksvollen Auftritt zurück auf die Reitanlage, und die professionelle Förderung des sensiblen Holsteiners wurde für alle sichtbar, als der erst Sechsjährige mit seinem Piloten Helmut Schönstetter mühelos über die bis zu 1,25 Meter hohen Hindernisse auf Rang Zwei der Prüfung flog. Die Richter belohnten die Vorstellung mit der hohen Wertnote 8,4, die nur Schönstetter selber übertrumpfte: Um ein Zehntel besser sahen ihn Dr. Jürgen Tornow und Heinz Mayer (Evi März richtete in A und L abwechselnd mit den Herren) mit der ebenfalls erst sechsjährigen Bayernstute Be Bounty (Baloussini x Alvarez, gezogen von Alois Putz). Der 3. Platz gebührte dem Wienertshamer Christoph Fischer auf Spumanta MB (Asti Spumante x Sandro) mit einer satten 7,7; mit etwas Abstand und einer 7,3 folgte Namensvetterin Marie-Theres Fischer im Sattel ihres Quinten F (Verdi x Landprinz). Am Tag zuvor hatte sich die Amazone bereits doppelt erfolgreich an den M*-Höhen gemessen: In der Punktespringprüfung wurde sie Erste mit Zaphira (65 P/62,34 sec) und Vierte mit Quinten F (57/65,57). Den 2. Platz des Samstagsfinales erreichte Larissa Dücker (65/64,24) für den RFV Pfarrkirchen. Die Bereiterin der Hengststation Bachl hatte Stute Hurra gesattelt, die über ihren Vater, den Trakehner Ausnahmespringer Hirtentanz, aus der berühmten Dynastie der Herzchen stammt, die zuverlässig doppelbegabte Sportpferde hervorbringt. Als einziger Herr konnte sich Franz-Robert Stegbauer von den Pffrd. Passau mit Carlina im Spitzenfeld platzieren (65/65,75). Eine, die wohl die weiteste Anfahrt hatte, wurde mit einem Sieg in der eher selten angebotenen Spezialspringpferdeprüfung Kl. L belohnt: Katharina Werndl (RTG Obere Mühle) aus dem Fürstenfeldbrucker Land setzte sich mit Cool Catoo und einer 7,7 vor die Nächstplatzierten. Trotz wenig idealer Wetterbedingungen (der Samstag war drückend heiß, der Sonntag zunächst regnerisch) verliefen beide Turniertage reibungslos, und dem RV Bad Füssing mit seinen unermüdlichen freiwilligen Helfern wären mehr Zuschauer für den schönen Sport vergönnt gewesen.

Weitere Ergebnisse – Samstag: SPF A*: 1. Lupico/Andreas Schrankl (RFV Altötting) 7,6; 2. Uccella/Ugur Sirrin (RFV Karpfham) 7,4; 2. Donna-Blue H/Fabian Hoffmeister (Pffrd. Bad Füssing) 7,4; 4. Campino/Ugur Sirrin 7,3; 4. Pominta/Helmut Schönstetter (Pffrd. Englhör) 7,3 – SPR A*: 1. Lilly Marlen/Claudia Theurer (RC Passau) 0/56,40; 2. Manitou-F/Nadine Spielbauer (Pffrd. Marktl/Inn) 0/57,33; 3. Donna-Blue H/Hoffmeister 0/59,93; 4. Leopold K/Lukas Zitzelsberger (RFV Sonnenwald) 0/64,23 – SPF A**: 1. Gina F/M.-Th. Fischer 7,8; 2. Corona H/A. Schrankl 7,5; 3. Cashfox v. Scheulenhof/Juliane Stöckl (RFV Straubing) 7,4; 4. Lupico/A. Schrankl 7,3 – SPF L: 1. Quinten F/M.-Th. Fischer 8,0; 2. Gina F/M.-Th. Fischer 7,2; 3. Cascana/Larissa Dücker (RFV Pfarrkrichen) 7,1; 4. Spumanta MB/Christoph Fischer (RFV Wienertsham) 6,9 – SPR L: 1. Ovit U/Lisa-Marie Bruckmeier (RSV Gut Aichet) 0/64,23; 2. Callistro B/Sonja Wiedemann (Pffrd. Marktl/Inn) 0/68,10; 3. Sugar Babe/Stefanie Schmidbauer (RFV Pfarrkirchen) 4/58,93; 4. Mr. Max/Birgit Wimmer (Pffrd. Englhör) 4/64,96 – Sonntag: Stil A**: 1. Go for Gold/Franziska Fischer (RFV Karpfham) 8,5; 2. Rosalie/Moritz Pfafflinger (Rottaler RFV) 7,6; 3. Quimsalabimsaladusaladim/Lisa-Marie Bruckmeier 7,5; 4. Leopold K/L. Zitzelsberger 7,2; – Punkte L: 1. Go for Gold/F. Fischer 65P/61,85 sec; 2. Allegra B/Patrik Breitenfellner (RFV Wegscheid) 65/67,61; 3. Conius-Star/Franz-Robert Stegbauer (Pffrd. Passau) 65/68,69; 4. Fabula/Stephanie Schrankl (RFV Altötting) 65/68,74; 5. Quoniam/Karl Kalhammer (RC Passau) 65/71,16 – Spezial-SPR L: 2. Clever Girl/Larissa Dücker 6,5; 2. Balena/H.Schönstetter 8,0; 4. Clever and Cool/H. Schönstetter 6,9 – SPR L: 1. Chio vh Lemmenshof/K. Kalhammer 0/52,21; 2. Laciatto/Michael Straubinger (Pffrd. Marktl/Inn) 0/56,81; 3. Allegra B/P. Breitenfellner 0/57,98; 4. Angelina HN/Sabine Niedermeier (Pffrd. Untersimbach) 0/59,59; 5. Coolman/Alexander Klafterböck (RC Aischbach) 0/60,06; 6. Fabula/St. Schrankl 0/62,02

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Bad Füssing, Springturnier 2017 Turnierbericht geschrieben von Sabine Jackl Marie-Theres Fischer galoppiert auf der Siegerstraße Souveräne Singhamerin gewinnt den Großen Preis von Bad Füssing sowie…

[dookins]

GUESS WHATS UP FOR SALE IN MY ETSY SHOP???

The Greatest Bounty Hunter in all of Botopia has you starring down the business end of a steel barrel. His rumpled hat darkening a no nonsense expression as the surrounding desert blasts the tattered lead lined cloak behind him. What will you do...?

Will you surrender?

Meet your untimely end?

Or hang him up on your wall?! :D

That's right! Bounty Hunter P03 prints are in ya'll! Whether you're an Inscryption Fan that just likes cowboys, a P03 fan, or a fellow reader to a certain fanfic on AO3, ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/48362074/chapters/121977016 ) consider hosting this piece on the walls you call home! Gift to a robot simp! Or just supporting my artistic endeavors.

As of right now since I opted for fancier cardstock, their are only 25 prints of this in stock right now, so they'll be going quickly!

Thank you~

[dookins]

This was gonna be a nice clean turn around for cowboy/bounty hunter P03, but I got distracted. Mehhh I'll finish it one day. Regardless, it's still nice to reference your work to get it consistent. This was after I gave up on his triangle arm guards. They just didnt make sense half the time I drew them. So, here ya go masses! And again I'd like to credit @zimcard-artblog for the bases of this design: https://www.tumblr.com/zimcard-artblog/686609166602747904/bounty-hunter-robots-blam?source=share

ENjoiiiiii~

[dookins]

Funny story about Cowboy P03, I NEVER DESIGNED HIM A GUN! Also when drawing my current piece I really wanted to do the perspective for it properly! So I designed this boi:

I used his symbol again on the gun that was put on his monument. Also the energy too to show if it has a full charge. And because I'm crazy, I tried using Tinkercad for the first time and blocked it out pretty stupid fast (Tinkercad you're so intuitive and nice) :

Thhhaaaaaaan I adjusted it in space and blocked it in!:

After I proceeded to fix it up to make it ACTUALLY look more like the original gun.

And now, I'm commencing the color:

@fallen-vixen and I thought it'd be cute for him to nick name his pistols maybe something Plasma Jimmy related. Maybe P and J :3 Anyway, the print is almost dooooone!! And when it is I'll post the next chapter up.

[dookins]

This is it.... the final, last chapter for Bots Bounties and Babes. The Epilogue: Not Alone. Thank you all so much who have read all the way to the end.  This was my longest public project ever to date, and I’ve made so many friends in the Inscryption fandom from this story.  I’ve been in it for a bit over a year now, and in a lot of ways the people I’ve met have become like a little family to me.  I want to thank all of them for being there for me.  Inspiring me.  Encouraging me.  And accepting me.  Prior to me falling into this fandom, I’d been burnt out for a long time.  And every laugh, chat, or cry we’ve shared together has brought so much color back into my world.  They…  all of you, make me wanna keep trying my best and not give up on my dreams, despite my age, anxieties, and fears. Thank you…  Thank all of you from the bottom, middle, and top of my heart.  If I could express it more in any other way I would.  But you’ve done so much for me.  More than you could ever know.  Thank you <3 And for those who are sad to see this story finally come to an end, I do have some news. I’ve said numerous times, this had intended to be much longer.  But without the co-author, it just didn’t feel right to carry it on without them.  So I’m rebooting all of this into a webcomic series of my very own. With a different cast of characters!  This way I can continue the story as I see fit, and not give up on the world that was built.  So after a lot of trial and error, I’m very happy to bring you the two lead characters of the story.  Please give a warm welcome to DAL-S and Aiken Hopper!!! 

Some of the similarities are easy to draw out.  But one thing was going to be for sure.  I intend to keep P03’s little pointy lip as an homage to him.  If you’re curious about progress on the comic, please follow me on my tumblr to check in on the progress of the story.  I still have a couple of titles in the works, but will make the cover once I’ve decided on it.  Also there are only 10 prints left of Cowboy P03 up for sale in my shop!  However there might be another appearing in the near future ;). Thank you again so much.  To those who read, gave kudos, made art, reblogged, commented, supported, and never left me behind.  I hope I can keep making you all happy with my work for a long time to come.  It’s my dream to.  So once more, thank you. With the Utmost Sincerity, Yoshi