#robotlady

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[bizzaremaddymaid]

Charlotte! this is my new reference for her, I hope you all like the updated version of her, I do! the emoji was made by: @plants10000

[gmanwhore]

But yeah i just got robotlady injected in me forever now woooo-Bibi (J)

It happens *pat pat*

[pierrotgnome]

i dont WANT to do art studys or technical work to learn how to draw robots better why vant i just draw my big sexy evil robotlady in peace

[a-raptor-petting-zoo]

Blus Drawstudy: Finally putting my funny robotlady onto paper, but at what cost? (my entire weekend)

[iamjustino]

2Booty 🍑

[dailymusemaniac]

Dream Ai is fun fun fun   Interested in my art follow links    www.redbubble.com/people/Inspire76

[beadsofparadisenyc]

I’m a little obsessed with the decadent, glittering get-up of Brigitte Helm as the Maschinenmensch (robot) in 1927’s “Metropolis”. Robot or no, why not save that dance for a fierce, determined strut into Beads of Paradise to joyfully acquire even more glimmering additions (by way of gemstone beaded jewelry) to that ensemble?! #metropolis #metropolisfilm #maschinenmensch #robot #robotlady #brigittehelm #falsemaria #costume #fashion #style #styleinspiration #headdress #gemstonejewelry #moreismore #happyplace #shop #nyc #unionsquare #beadsofparadise (at Beads of Paradise NYC) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7WrX7RhpqW/?igshid=r8aew8tpxsh8

[shadowfishtank]

#robot #metal #robotlady #ladyrobot #weird close up of new piece. Thinking a poster. (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvHY8w2jqaQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dqdqv1ymwask

[nunocintrao]

Today's freeze frame . . . #tvfreezeframe #realdoll #robotlady #meanwhile #entertained https://www.instagram.com/p/BuFCEonFR7e/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vco0pa38uu9p

[simongreiner]

#robotlady #dragonfriends #illustration #drawing #robot #dungeonsanddragons

[robotlady]

[bizzaremaddymaid]

I did Luna with her medic costume! By NatetheNomad a big friend on discord, I love luna!!!!!

[gloriamoncada]

#robotlady (at New York, New York)

[harrison-abbott]

CRAZILY ALTERED

She awoke on the train not realising she’d fallen asleep and she panicked a bit, recollecting what her situation was, where she was. But the carriage was quiet of people. And outside there were only sad winter fields. Her book had fallen off her lap; she picked it up: she turned the ear down in the corner of the page: earlier she hadn’t been able to concentrate on the plot much because of all the anxiety about other things. The train’s underbelly had the clackrackrack sound which reminded of her of holidays with her dead father and it was amazing, she thought, to think that he’d been dead a long whiles and that she was a woman now and the world was far different to how it was when she was a child – how crazily it had altered in four decades. She smelled of sweat, she noticed, as she stood up to head to the toilet. In the carriage there were only two other people. And they both sat next to each other: two scared looking boys who sat silently. She passed them as she crossed down the aisle and came to the electric doors and pressed the buttons and found the toilet and went inside and this was an old fashioned train and it showed and also smelled inside the interior and she looked the door and with difficulty she pissed in the plastic ban which had this yellowish gnarly quality and she was glad when it was all over with and she went back to her seat. … She had to get to the city because her brother was in a car accident last night and he was in hospital. Those holidays, when she was wee – he was there too. He was her kid brother by three years younger and she was a bit jealous of him because he kinda stole Dad’s attention and they were closer together and she wanted it the other way around and now as an adult she recalled what they would do on those holidays, down to grand little England (Norfolk) in the July with the crickets and the piping air and the constant flow of the wood pigeons and the thatched rooftops and quiet naïve oblivion of small town and the little lake they had in the centre of the village which barely ever moved but always shone and the lofty oak trees in the park and the hard grating English accents and the way her Dad always seemed to go to sleep before she did because she would lie awake with her raucous imagination and hear his steady breathing (not snoring) and knew he’d passed on … Yeah. She would never have thought that her brother would be in a car crash: he barely ever attracted any violent thing. She was the one who normally got in trouble. He’d never even been injured before. There was one time, in said English town on said summer hols when he fell off the bike after they’d hired some bikes to go riding in the rich rosy fields and he cracked his elbow and cried and squealed and she helped him up in a maternal way. She held his forehead and said it’s okay it’s okay you’re not hurt. Then when he stopped crying she was embarrassed that she’d gotten all motherly and she made fun of him for falling over … But, to think that he, as a man, would get hit by two cars in some absurd accident and get knocked out and somehow survive and me taken to hospital was unbelievable, and it was about forty minutes until the train reached the city where he lived and now the train was approaching a new town, and the robotic lady announcer overhead, going, “NOW APPROACHING”, made her flinch and the train came to this provincial town where the housing was mathematical and depressing and lain out in a kind of offhand shrug as if the houses were toys and the people in them meant to be plastic and the town meant to be only a nowhere place wherein none of the residents would ever be able to achieve anything. And there was a scatter of folks on the platform. One person got on this carriage. It was a man in his thirties or so who wore a massive coat and bag and boots and when he passed her he smelled of marijuana. … The train rolled on. Next stop was the city. And as the vessel moved the fields were replaced with further urbanity and then the city itself appeared on the horizon with a spidery presence and it all made her the more nervous. She made a call through to her sister in law. To try and calm the nerves. To say that she was close and would be at the hospital within the hour, and her bother’s wife didn’t pick up, which made her panic. Then the robotlady announcer above said, NOWAPPROACHING again which again made her jump. She got her things together and left for the exit doors down the corridor and those two coy kids had already gotten up and were already waiting to each other and she felt sorry for them and they were speaking together quietly and fumbling about with coins in their hands … and one of them was concerned, wore this massive frown, as he sought about his pockets. He only had a few coins whereas the other kid had a jumble. They were talking about a bus. She sussed what was happening. And intervened and she spoke to them and their heads snapped up to her. “Have you lost a coin?” she said. – “We think so,” one of them said. – “Do you need some money for the bus?” and she took out her purse. She asked them what they needed and they said £1 and she gave them a pound coin and they thanked her profusely and their voices hadn’t even broken yet and she thought they were unusually polite.

[matcummingsart]

#art #artist #pen #inkedart #ink #illustration #illustrationartists #comics #comic #comicbooks #comicart #robot #robotart #monster #monsterart #robotmonster #spider #spiderart #robotspider #lady #robotlady #machine #monstermachine #scifi #scifiart #fantasy #fantasyart https://www.instagram.com/p/ByjU9VuhXhy/?igshid=1w2qzntxii634