#might make an askblog for this

[sapient-marshmallow-princess]

it was a cold day on Earth when the signals returned.

what was a routine check for each fleet was slowly becoming desperate recall and reinforcement orders on worlds at risk of invasion.

Spartans were sent out to only the lowest threat worlds under attack, to effectively train them against the foe they had only seen in blurred planetary drone-cam files.

the first to drop planetside immediately witnessed the ruthless efficiency of their enemy, a dozen marines cut down in seconds by the nimble yet heavy-footed enemy. and then, it turned to them.

"in the name of Rio Orichalcos XV, this world is under Plasmoxi control. yield, or die."

if any of y'all want a continuation of this, I'll be happy to oblige! I used to think up a lot of Halo stuff, but this has stuff to do with my own more unique works from when I was a kid.

[meet-the-net]

( @meet-the-cyborg )

Cyborg’s motorbike growls to a halt by the beach. They wear a pair of black leather boots to stop the sand getting into their joints as they step off the vehicle, folding their arms and staring at the horizon. Mann Co’s newest battleground… really doesn’t impress them all that much.

They scan their surroundings carefully, watching seabirds soaring in lazy circles as they cry overhead. Being in cooler weather, of course, has made a lot of the metal in their body shrink. They furrow their brow at the squeezing feeling around their arms and thighs from the metal tightening on their limbs.

“Why couldn’t I just stay in New Mexico…?” they sigh.

Sounds of a distant motorbike shake the salty air in Selbyen, making Ned prick up his ears. He bolts to his nearby home, picks the hand-held harpoon off the wall by the front door and waits indoors for more sounds. Years of locating aquatic prey by their sounds had prepared him for moments such as these, and he could determine that the bike had stopped by the beach. Shaky hands load the harpoon as he begins making his way to the location, careful of every step he places, as a lot of these floorboards had decayed over the years. Shortly before the beach comes into his view, he tenses up once more, frozen by a sound he rarely hears; mechanical creaks and hums, dissimilar from the ones a motorbike would make as it cooled down. First the arrow of his harpoon, then his head peeks around the last corner separating him from the mysterious tone. The red clothes along the strangers back are the first thing Ned sees, and it weakens his knees. 'It is one of THEM...' he makes a mental note. Then the sun bounces off a part of their body that he did not expect, and his horror blends with a sense of curiosity. A lot of his fellow fishermen had suffered terrible accidents and replaced limb with wood, but he had never seen flesh transition to full sheets of metal before. In a moment of many moments of weakness, harpoon lowered just a tad, he takes an unplanned step towards the stranger, which of course sends the noise of creaking wood across the beach. Ned winces, "Shit.", and scrunches up his nose as if he feels physical pain from this mishap. He checks if they, someone he considers his opponent, notices him.

[velvetwyrms]

Just so you know everything with shinki in the manga atm doesn’t exist to me. Shinki is off being lame (affectionate) with his fun brothers (araya, metal) and chaotic sister (yodo) and is spending all his time with dads and uncle, and auntie during visits, and his friends. Also aliens and trees aren’t a thing. Yippee!

[fortloser]

Hello!

is it ok if I do some fanart of you guys? If yes i would love a reference photo or two that you guys would like drawn. If no, thats ok.

hope you all the best!

Hello everyone! It is me, the medic!

I would be honored to have my likeness illustrated by you! Now I'm not very photogenic but I hope this helps! However please do not feel like you need to adhere to the reference, draw whatever you feel most comfortable with.

Stay healthy!

with kind regards medic

Scout here!

You want to draw me? I mean, who wouldn't want to draw me! I hope you know that I totally could've been a model. You know what, scratch that! I AM a model. just look at this. It looks like it came straight from one of those fashion magazines!

Uh,, Don't tell Nurse I stole his camera to take this photoshoot. He'll totally freak out!

//this is scout signing off!

[aroaceleovaldez]

comp of your favorite jason panels maybe?? or maybe an octavian doodle?? i was hit with the silly beam and now i need more blonde roman boys content. mayhaps add any other blonde romans boys you have crafted. i desperately need rick to flesh out camp jupiter the potential is insane - @argoii-official's mod erratum 🤭

MOD ERRATUM!!!!!!! i blow a little kiss to your askblog one mun to another. Tumblr decided it absolutely hated me putting images on this post so I will make a separate one for the favorite deadangelos Jason panels later. A little tiny Octavian for you though (he's grumpy):

and i will dig through my romans to see if there's any other interesting blond boys in there (i still have like two and a half cohorts to design plus messengers and medics, so there is still plenty of opportunity). let's see... oh yes I do indeed have some funky lil blond boys.

Lore for them below the cut:

okay, starting with the canon boys: Jacob i've made a son of Venus and i've decided is best friends with Terrel and Bobby. He's a shy and quiet kind of guy but he's doing his best. Also insert my hc about 5th cohort being more likely to be direct descendants versus legacies here (cause something something lack of letters of recommendation). Also because of a mistranslation about his job title my group chat has decided his demigod weapon is a gun. Julius i made a legacy of Indiges (deified Aeneas) based on his name. I haven't decided too much for him other than I think it would be interesting if Jason used to have a crush on him at some point.

VES okay Ves is fun. So first things first: scene kid my beloved. Scene kid with a bee theme. The joke is the hair stripes. His lore is that he's a legacy of Mellona (goddess of honey/bees) and he has a big ol' crush on Gerard, because Gerard is emo and they have similar music tastes.

Gerard i am going to be completely honest is 100% themed on MCR. I like listening to music when I design characters and I thought it'd be funny also i realized the name Gerard works thematically for a Mars kid. It all came together. Anyways he's emo, he's an MCR fan, no he does not know Ves has a big ol' crush on him. Ves is dying, squirtle.

Edgar is a son of Lua, a goddess to whom weapon spoils of war were sacrificed to. He's just kind of a cool edgy guy. Not pictured is his bestie, a girl named Felicity Pace, who is a legacy of Abundantia and Pax, and is also in 4th cohort. They're opposites-attract thematically (war vs peace, low energy vs high energy) but also they're both fashionistas and extremely dramatic.

Anton is my extremely self-indulgent pointing at Mars and how to the Romans he was also a god of civilization and ideal Roman life, which included him being an agricultural god, so legacy of Mars and child of Ceres. He's grumpy but he's very passionate about plants.

They're all mostly just meant to be background characters fleshing out Camp Jupiter for Deadangelos so they don't have a ton of meat to them, but I like to try and give them all at least something. At the very least a hobby, theme, interest, or relationships. Something along those lines.

[grandthefoxdelusion]

Junkyard Friends

Nightmare Gang before they were Nightmare Gang.

This is an AU I might turn into an askblog... Maybe

Basically, the Bendy in Nightmare Run bosses are baby

Company staff couldn't care about their existence

Dewey tends to protect the other three

Chester gets into the most trouble

Gasette gets kicked around

And Canoodle is fragile emotionally

... They'll grow out of this behaviour though

[sleuth-mila-young]

🔍 PROMO 🔎

A black screen awaited any viewer who dared to tune in. Judgement here was long gone, it being passed onto the unrighteous. A sizzling, static noise struck the shadow-filled display, absent of any empathetic touch.

...!

"OW!"

A shriek of pain interrupted the solitude.

To follow the yelp, a long, quiet rustle was audible on the other end. Though whatever waited on the other end wasn't visible, the panicked, hurried sounds spoke for them all the same. Rustling and rummaging hissed through the blackened screen. The mental picture could easily be put into your mind.

...After a minute or two of agonizing and awkward waiting, the camera finally took focus, colors flooding the screen. What stood in plain view was a short gentleman with tanned, bronzed skin and short, black curly hair. They smiled sheepishly, smoothing back their hair and brushing off their suit. "...It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." They nodded politely, putting a gloved hand on their heart. "We don't know each other yet, but... I hope we will come to. I'm Mila Law Young, a detective at the Royal Court Agency."

"For a back of a better word, I have gotten wind that thing's have been... risque, around these parts, wouldn't you say? An assortment of crime running in these dark, shaded backstreets, hiding under our noses... And I simply cannot live with the idea that innocent civilians are getting mixed in the middle of it."

"So... that's why I'm here!" Mila beamed, grinning from ear to ear. "To protect and serve! To get to the bottom of these terrible sins that are haunting our youth! Whatever you need, please don't hesitate to contact me. Please remember that I'm a resource, an ear to listen, and, hopefully, a friend."

The sleuth bowed, looking up with a wink. "...I'm at your service."

@ask-a-gremlin @ask-shslpianist @ask-miu-iruma @a-perfect-wish @scxrs-will-fade @roguesinger @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @photographic-misery @obsolete-journalist @demons-for-darling @candy-cocktail @ultimate-class-rep @depths-of-hope-and-despair @devoted-nychta and anyone else not tagged! feel free to jump in/ignore!

[thenumberonerascal]

My name is RED Hacker. Last week, I won 1000 dollars in the lottery. I was so happy. But then, four guys from my job came to me and said I should use my 1000 dollars to invest in becoming a Peruvian flute band. They promised that I would double my money in one afternoon. But the U.S. government arrested us, along with all the other Peruvian flute bands, and took us to an internment camp all the way up in the Colorado Rockies. We begged to be let go, but instead, the government told us they were sending us to Peru. And so, that is why I am now in Peru. If I die, let it be known it is because of four gringos from work who I don't even like lied to me and took my lottery winnings.

-💻 [@askthehacker]

You know what stuff happens to most kids? They fall off their bikes. They get in fights with their parents. They get swindled out of their birthday money.

[corvidaeconundrum]

Is this an appropriate place to say that I am nowhere near normal about mouthwashing?

[yanderespamton78]

uurnngngn ruuhghh ruuruurruuuhg ive drawn all the things ive been wanting to draw and now i dont have anything to draw help

[sapient-marshmallow-princess]

"yeah, what he said. now run."

Aedonite, deeming the alternative, combat with an enemy completely undocumented, to not be worth it, immediately began activating all emergency mobility systems in the Atlas armour. "Calypso we should probably do that because i don't quite fancy breaking the Cole Protocol by letting them have your corpse!"

"yeah, good point. Aphrodys did you get enough data to figure these fuckers out?" They ran, calming their mind as they waited for an answer.

The response took an uncharacteristically long time. "Y-yes, but I don't know if it'll actually be useful. I broke into that... thing's data vaults and... it's not something you would ever want to know without others around to immediately talk about it with."

"Calypso, sir, we're being sent evacuation orders from one of your AIs. confirm?"

"confirmed. immediately begin preparing to enter slipspace and set course for Earth. we've got a problem." within minutes, they boarded a Pelican dropship and were on their way to their room, specially fitted to utilise data obtained by both of the AI and analyse it for future documentation. "what the hell are those things...?"

Part 3 here

Welp, here's part 4! apologies for the small size of each part. I do this with what motivation I have and the low engagement doesn't give me much incentive to try harder :p

[shkika]

every so often I come scuttling back here to see if there's more Wind. I love the design and I'm so intrigued about what you're doing with them, especially after the comic with UI

I have one more comic planned which involves Wind actually!! It is my next Saint ascension comic I'm so so happy you like them.

It will take a little while as I have a lot on my plate, but I can't wait for everyone to see it.

[darkvoid-sun]

A Darkrai sits alone on an eerily silent island. Peering down at the water, they don't even turn around when another presence is noticed.

???: "I won't warn you twice. Leave or the next time you sleep, you'll never wake again."

[Press on?]

[ottiliere]

I love crawling out of the depths, opening up tumblr, and seeing your art. I love it.

it is quite interesting how social media can fall to the wayside, and people on the internet can just disappear forever if they really wanted to! I admit I struggle to keep up with "public accounts", they are uniquely stressful and I solute your hibernating tenacity. always lovely to see you resurface regardless, thank you very much for the lovely compliment...

I will say in case any of my dear followers were wondering where i've gone for the past month and a half, for weeks i've been pondering how to even broach the enormity of the topic that is: I made the mistake of thinking about my most favorite character for more than 2 minutes in one sitting. I intentionally go out of my way to avoid this and have many strategies to evade this occurring because every time I do enter a sort of hermetically sealed mental chamber where it's just me and him and his life and I begin to ignore all points of previously established social contact and also my health indefinitely. It's difficult to convey the emotional experience of this or its psychic magnitude. and it's hard to say "guys i really love this character!" because that's just words. you can't see it. the 10 years of obsessively thinking about some guy so intensely on&off cyclically until you've made 20 different worlds he's living in... how does one convey the depth of these without artistically depicting them as you see them to be...? i am trying to figure it out. currently planning a longform comic for my favorite and several smaller comics for others, but logically an individual can understand this takes a while... he and I have had multiple rendezvous over the past decade and I wish I had more "historical" art to show but for many of these years I have been a bit too physically disabled to draw, the past several weeks have been spent attempting to recreate his ideal form as he exists in my head. he is starting to come around!

I typed up three separate disquisitions last month to try and explain my feelings on him and none of them felt like the proper vessel to communicate this concept. which is likely for the best. the obvious answer is "just draw him". fine with this being the case, difficult when I have so many drawing ideas I'm now sitting on 100+ works in progress and they just keep accumulating since my brain generates these like an old laptop you leave in the corner of your room to mine bitcoin. in a way I'm content with this being a very "personal" experience thus far, shared with me and those in my inner social circle (really cannot emphasize to my readers enough how fandom can poison your constitution without self-checked moderation). however... I yearn to meet others who are as passionately involved with him as I am, because I think we could coalesce our ideas, and passion, into something beautiful...

^dio brando

[nyazhis-jsablr]

Remade all my designs of the pink JSAB peeps

Finished the sketch but im too lazy to make actual competent lineart

Lemme know what yall think in the reblogs

[guitarmonthly]

i went to log back in on this account on a whim and realized that its been literally almost 10 years since i created it (first post made on the 2nd of march). i would have been 16 when i made this! holy fuck!!