#tankkin

[randompolykin]

I was not chosen for a certain reason I was just next in line, and was in the right conditions to be used, so you took me, and I was out out into the world, since I was made, I had known my purpose.

My tire tracks rolled on the flat ground. The dark sky surrounded all around. I knew to keep going, for we were not yet there, and you were still up, showing me I was still supposed to be moving, the world breathed all around us, in a different way that you did, yet still much more fuller and cluttered then how I did.

As the sky grew lighter, you all started to awake, and you became different then each other, your souls carrying different baggage and your hearts filled with different wants, your complexity and ability to fight change in a way that changes you was something my machine mind could not understand. Yet your strange presence inside of me felt calming, like a balance. As some of you were bitter and full of hate and anger, others soft, scared, and full of a kindness they thought would be a good reason for coming here, so different, that it adds a balance to my walls. You are my family, and I shall protect you with my walls, you shall use me in the battle. For I am yours, and you might not realize, but your are also mine.

We get to the forest, and the battle draws near, you cover me in the forest, to hide me, therefore hiding you, I feel safer covered in leaves and moss and sticks, the forest is protecting me, as I protect you.

The battle comes, and I let you use me, I let myself be a calm in the storm.

And then it ends, and we either go home, tired, barely still working right, and slowly going back, or to another post, I may see you again, maybe never, I may be used like this again, or be taking apart and my pieces scattered, reborn into parts of other things.

Or maybe I am stuck here, maybe you are bleeding out, stuck dieing inside of me, and as I sallow you, the earth sallows me.

Or you escape, leaving me here to be consumed my the earth alone, along with the other machines. My metal digges into the earth, as the earth grabs me into it. The moss no longer keeping me hidden, but keeping me trapped. But it is alright. This is another stage of my existence. A time far away, the moss will cover us halfway, we and nature will be at a snug point, and people will find this place, hear the trees whisper of the battle once fought here, the names of the soldiers that died, and the ones that escaped. And we will whisper with it. They will stand before us, and take little pieces of us, for even though our original purpose is gone, we are still beautiful, wise, important things, for we are history now.

Maybe the earth will just consume us, and our stories only told in documents, maybe in history books, or stories of tragedy and glory told around their granddad's kitchen table.

Or maybe or story isn't just about the battle, and the humans in it. Maybe it's about us, and the forest.

Maybe it's about nature reclaiming us, the machines of war created my human and fellow machine hands, maybe it's about the graffiti they drew on us as they came by, maybe we became a reason for them to go out into the forest.

Maybe we are so many different stories in one. With so many different purposes.

[fictionkinfessions]

Happy birthday to any Tank (animal crossing) kins out there! You're my favourite villager on my island right now, and probably my favourite overall and I hope you have a great day

[tank-kin-blog]

He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future.

Michael Jordan, 1876

[randompolykin]

oh my goodness I love it!!!!! This was done quick! Perfect thing to end my Tumblr scrolling for hours time! Thank you so much!

𖦹Military Tank Moodboard°‧

₊ ⊹requested by: @randompolykin , requests open ⊹ ₊

[capainflowers]

why are you a furry?

I’m not a furry, I’m a.....

[randompolykin]

just quickly made mood board

that I made today out of photos already on my phone. Actually the first ever mood board of mine. It's not very good. But I just saw a lovely message from the other tank kin so I'm gonna post this silly little thing I made cause I was bored, if not for me then for it.