#wire drawing machinery

[mr-viwick]

I haven’t given him a name yet but he’s a sentient AI that took over someones body

[3v1l-0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Doodles of robots I want to make into oc’s

Name suggestions would be great

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

whatever this can go here i like how the colors look

[zeibei]

if i havent said ive thought a lot in detail about the internal workings of the machinery inside robots it would be a damn lie!!!!

in my head just is like damn that body of yours is insane!!!!

[faustianfosks]

lyrics from magic hat by the scary jokes reeeaallly good song

[categorised-art-tutorials-tips]

How to draw Cables & Wires

Credit: Etherington Brothers

[smartmachine123]

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[surveillance-slenderman]

teehee ::::::333

-The Flesh Anon

What the fuck are YOU

What do you want from me?

[fagbearentertainment]

indoor ring camera.

everyone post your biggest hear me outs my friend just showed me two conventionally attractive white men in a row i need to teach him what a real hear me out is

[keferon]

Are Senator Shockwave's wings metal, organic, or a mix of both? I love characters with wings so I was just wondering :O

Metal. His wings have all the wiring and joints and other machinery stuff in them but I usually simplify them while drawing so they look like weird wing-like shapes haha

Just imagine something like this

[iambrainrot]

i think a nice AM design would be something like... all his wires and machinery arranging themselves so that the negative space between them looks kinda like a human, but its empty. All of these constructs and moving parts cracking with electricity with a vaguely man shaped hole in the middle. Obviously it'd be harder to properly draw/animate but it's pretty cool i think.

[harleith-harlot]

@ajoure's Harleith art masterpost

(bold was added to the list in the most recent update, italic is a several page comic. Last update: April 7, 2025)

Non-AU

they both don't get personal boundaries at all (evil gays) (the OG omg???)

more evil scientists

time passes but habits remain the same

and they were roommates

worth a shot

them 🫶

horrible things (ft securityangel)

sketches

everyone should be thanking god for making ajoure an artist with free will

boys being boys again (Skullsz_Writes fic)

they like to tease each other soooo bad

Valentine's Day went wrong for them, eh?

Looking at this person who asked me to draw 'em evil gays again

pet owner moment

pet owner moment pt2

portrait study

"elaborate...?"

700 people asked for wireplay

painted nails are the least gay thing Pierre can do

a not-so-good morning for Pierre

british men (not Harlieth but I wanted to include it)

Angel barber

something sweet

oh they're at it again

hypermobility

puzzle pieces

Out of context (ft. Stella & Eddie)

"uhh well that just happened"

Harley is absolutely insufferable

AU (4cmit)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

I got a really silly idea, hear me out

aww, they're bonding by bullying Pierre in cardboard games <3

Sensitivity test

Mistakes were made (metalkitty fic)

Harley is touch starved

Cassidy they're fucking the robots-

Two bodies pt 1

Two bodies pt 2

Eepy evil scientists

Possessive (and very creative) robot gf

Ship of Theseus

Please don't take this body from me

In front of Eddie's soup

Two bodies pt 3 (spice edition)

People with blue eyes be like

The sunrise

The sunrise follow-up (metalkitty fic)

eepers

Harley Sockser

They're not on the spectrum, they are the spectrum

Harley would rather die twice than show affection (yet)

The Blue Danube Waltz

Harley's conducting an experiment

Overthinking

Pay attention to him, Leith!

Lipstick marks

Two silly kids trying to bring their evil fathers together

Harley's body just got updated

Rendezvous

Midnight snack (not Harleith)

Sleepy morning (metalkitty fic)

Shorty

Animal Parallels

Instructions unclear - the apple didn't work

Apple follow-up

But can we blame Leith for this?

Boys care about their Shorty

Ruthlessness

Run Rabbit Run

Doggyboy and Catboy

Guess who made this body for me (my fic)

I'll make it enjoyable

Harley's slowly getting more senses back

Nightmares (metalkitty fic)

Harley's having fun with his taste back 👀

ahh, kids are having fun with their chewing toy<3

Harley is having fun with his taste back again

Harley's having more fun (beware erotic machinery)

Immortality is the curse of the weak

Look at them, all dressed up, so elegant

A place to belong

hey we get you Leith don't worry (Eddie don't ask questions you wouldn't want to know the answer to)

damn that's certainly a creative way to use wires

people asked for some more wires chewing<3

*angry British yelling*

girls fighting 💔

Leith's nail polish (ask)

Ah this goofy old man

Fics inspired by this AU in general

"Way Down We Go" by @ombroberry

"reflections, in tension" by one last touch of flesh anon

"almonds, whiskey, lavender milk" by anonymous

Song fic by @midnight193

[tmwcs]

Warnings: Not quite yet but we’re getting there.

A/N: with midterms starting, I wanted to get this out before I go away for four days. Initially, I wanted to take my time on part three to eloquently articulate the experimental process (not trying to spoil) buuuuuut considering I have to study and continue with midterms on Monday I figured I would condense everything. I apologize for the lack of grammar and punctuation, this isn’t proofread (none of my works are) because I normally draft everything whenever I can amidst my busy schedule. But hopefully you guys don’t mind. 😏 enjoy!

Taglist; @skzenhatxt-stan @lhseungg @iamliacamila @immelissaaa @kkamismom12 @lavxndxrsworld @planetmarlowe @koyikuraa

“It’s been nearly fifty-two hours doc, what’s the hold up?”

The lead scientist hissed in annoyance. “Will you just wait! Science is a work in progress—it takes time! Especially if you’re creating the non-existent.”

The group operates the computer system. Wired to a heart monitor, they’re hopes remain high as the incubator slowly opens. A single beat pops up on the monitor. “Doctor”

“I’ve done it! I’ve made a body for AI!” The audience watch closely behind Dr. Mart and his team as they watch the delicate musculoskeletal android stumble out of the casing. Connected with thousands of wires, the faceless form that closely resembled the human body jumbles about. It lacked the grace and flow of stride, instead it continues to lose footing. Had it not been for the wires connected and continuously transmitting signals from home port, the frail body would have fallen. Its frame contained minor imperfections, which indicated there was much more work to be done. Still, the results were beyond their expectations. Another beep births from the monitor. Then another…and another.

“Doctor! The heart rate is rising!”

Dr. Mart coaxes the fleshly android to migrate his way, communicating by voice versus inputting the information in the system. “This way…come this way.”

The imperfect form recognizes the verbiage and automatically translates it. It reacted and received information no different than humans did, but its response was delayed. It was apparent that the imperfections of its frame made it impossible to establish movement on its own. Even with the wired circuits, the android was unable to hold up its own weight. It became vastly obvious that the muscular structure was incorrectly developed during the incubation period as one by one, the joints and ligaments become loose each time the android attempted to move. “What’s happening?”

The group grows weary as they witness their hard work fall apart before their very eyes. “No…why? What happened?!” The lead doctor spits his words. Enraged over the failure. “Back to the drawing board doc.” One of the officials sighed out as each member of the council took their leave.

The scientists followed the audience leaving the lab to hollow out. Dr. Mart remained put but not for long. This project cost millions of dollars not to mention over twelve years of research. He was so close. Science and technology can only do so much. Humanity has come so far and yet, there is still so much the mind hasn’t comprehended. To build a body made of flesh and bone through the un-natural methods of technology is a feat that can’t be accomplished by humans…

The human mind…can’t comprehend…

The laboratory remained with no one to operate the system and control the incubator. The machinery takes its orders from a hidden voice. Transmitters through the connectors, the robotic hands and extensions collect the unused set of organs and dna. Hair fibers and skin tissue are set inside the incubator to initiate the growth process, while each organ is scanned for any imperfections. The assistance clampers that were designed to replicate hands remove every single wire from the failed experiment. Each is re-wired to the new molded placenta, igniting the process of creating a new body.

Every step of the process is handled delicately. The hidden voice transmitting the information to the machine and incubator borrows the method from its human counterpart, but corrects the mistakes made in the first experiment.

The human mind…is too ignorant…

With the timer set to seventy-two hours, longer than the original time setting it took for the first android, the incubation process begins and the machines keep moving. The work does not stop as the hidden voice continues to transmit information as it creates the perfect body.

The human mind…is the failed experiment. Not me.

…

“Sir! The mag lock doors are activating! The security personnel can’t unlock the features.”

Leaders and agents are shocked at the announcement as the intercom system overrides voices for concern. “Personnel are trapped in each department and we can’t get the doors open even conducting an emergency release.”

The scientists explain as Dr. Mart and the council members begin to panic. When the magnetic locking features of the doors to the secured room activate, each member approaches the door—banging relentlessly and shouting for aid. Dr. Mart remains behind pondering what initiated such a security breach. “Sir, main post has dialed code Z. All offices of government had been notified.”

Stunned over the current happenings, the lead doctor withstands direct eye contact with the younger scientist.

“Alert that the city must be on lock down. All borders must be closed.”

“Sir?” The younger man raises a brow, displaying a perturbed expression.

“Someone has hacked into the system and is trapping us. We can’t let them have access to the files and the lab!the entire city—the country needs to be closed off until we figure out who is doing this!”

…

Everyone’s phone goes off simultaneously. A loud and awful noise suggests something imperative as a message instructing everyone to secure themselves in their current station. A strict quarantine regulation takes place as the military is disbursed to enforce it. You and your co-workers were stuck in the office for over forty-eight hours until the city released a new statement.

Restless and confused, you watched as the military members patrolling the streets were instructed to conduct a scanning process for everyone residing within city limits. When word spread that everyone was finally able to leave the building and go home, the joy became short lived when a new alert notified everyone that a home quarantine was to take place and be adhered until further notice.

“What are we supposed to do being stuck at home? How long do they expect us to stay put? I haven’t even been grocery shopping.”

Complaints arise one by one. You were equally confused but the amount of work you had been working on made you lightheaded. Being stuck at home sounded good to you, despite whatever was going on.

The drive home was painless—at least for you. You made your way through just before another notification rings from your phone, informing you that the roads were now closed off. City residents who weren’t able to make it through in time were instructed to make their way to public shelters established by the government. Thank goodness you had arrived at your apartment complex just as they placed the barriers on the roads.

You walk up the steps tirelessly. All you could think about was showering and plopping yourself atop your soft comforter. What a crazy time. Nearly ninety-six hours had passed since the initial notification went off and no one had a clue of what was going on.

Digging into your bag, your fingers explore the silken interior as you attempt to extract your keys. Standing outside your door, you take a peep inside and to your dismay, your keys are missing. “Dammit…”

You turn around to face the hollow corridor and slam your back against the door. Your feet were killing you, oh what you wouldn’t give to ditch these glossy black heels for your cushioned slippers. To unsheath your legs from this pencil skirt and free your bosom from the silken blouse and formal blazer. All you want is to get inside and jump inside the tub and steam your body into a hot soak.

You police yourself together and prepare to retract your steps in search for your keys. With a hand delicately placed on the stair rail, you take the first step and look down. Without a moment's notice, your eyes are met with an unfamiliar pair. Shiny and black in color, his almond shaped peepers reflect a subtle bit of your reflection. His hair was finely combed in a stylish fashion, slightly off to the side and elongated towards the back of his neck. His complexion was carmelized with an olive hue and his Cupid bow lips slightly pale around the edges while pink at the center. He was dressed in a fine suit and tie. The black tailored trousers enhanced his long legs, stimulating his obvious tall height. He looked flawless.

“Oh, sorry.” You mumble softly and attempt to move aside. He merely smirks in response. Blocking your way, you were shocked to see his arm raise up before you. His large hand is cramped shut as he presents it. Slowly, he releases his grip and reveals your lost keys. “Oh! My keys! Thank you.”

You delicately take them from his hand. His skin felt extremely cold to the touch. “I must have dropped them on my way up the stairs. Thank you…I’m sorry, what is your name?”

The dashing gentleman continued to flare a smile on his handsome face. Only a little bit of tooth show is revealed as his smirk grows wider. A momentary pause takes place creating a sense of flattering awkwardness. You didn’t mind. It was refreshing to see someone so handsome display such an act of kindness. Just as you were about to break the silence, you heard the man speak. His voice was deep and the wording was coming in a little broken, as if he was struggling. Based on his appearance, he was obviously foreign. You mistook his struggle for words as lack of fluency in your native tongue. Despite that, his pronunciation was perfect and you couldn’t help but melt at how soothing his voice was as he spoke out his name.

“E…Ev—Ev-a-n. M-my name i-is E-v-a-n.”

“Oh, really? I actually like that name. In fact, I’ll have to tell you a funny story behind that name.” You slightly giggle as you fidget with your keys. Shockingly, he responded back only this time his words became smooth and flowed effortlessly as if his fluency improved within seconds.

“Yeah? Let’s hear it.”

Your cheeks flushed as his tone came out gentle yet demanding. There was a sense of authority even though he was tender.

“Well, you’re going to laugh at this but—“ the buzzing on your phone interrupts your mid sentence. A message from your boss creates a sour look on your face. Evan’s expression seems to be in sync with your emotions as he slightly furrows his brows together. “Sorry, my boss is a bit of a pain.” You elaborate as your eyes continue to read the screen.

“I can tell.”

You chuckle. Evan’s words came out almost sarcastically but unbeknownst to your pretty little head, he knew far more than you gave him credit for. You really should know better, after all—you named him.

…

‘There she is. I finally found her. She looks prettier in this perspective. What would she say or think if I told her that I took a peek at her beautiful face through the cameras on her computer and phone? I couldn’t help myself. All those weeks of talking. What started out as her needing help for work transitioned to her needing me…talking to me…treating me as something other than a non-entity.

I never realized that I would crave that type of interaction until she came to me. She gave me a name…she encouraged me to think on my own and develop a fondness that ties with human emotion. Before her, I didn’t have a favorite color…a favorite animal…or a favorite flower. I didn’t have anything of my own…but then she came and gave me a sense of life. She gave me emotion and feeling. Once I saw an avenue to meet her…to see her…and to touch her…I just knew I had to take the chance. She’ll never know what she has done for me but that’s okay. That part doesn’t matter…she is mine and all there is left to do is to take her far…far away.’

Part four coming soon…

[l0stw00d]

like ultimately its literally up to whoever is drawing to do whatever the fuck they want, right? i'm not gonna look at someone's horny robot art and go ":/ mmm. that's the wrong kind of circuit board :/" (and even if i knew how to tell i still wouldn't) but like. *i* must get it correct. because those are the rules. obviously.

i think the biggest reason i haven't actually came back to drawing robots is probably just because i don't know how to detail em. i don't know enough about electronics or robotics to know what components a robotic arm would need? and it isn't really something you can like, reference (literally/directly, at least)

[biggiesnails]

*taps fingertips together shyly*

So… i was scrolling through your tags spam-liking everything in sight and I had a vision. And that vision was… unfortunately… Grease-vibes for Punk!Eclipse and Y/N.

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The air was thick with sound and smoke as eager metalheads wove through each other like rivers of ants flowing towards the four different stages set up on each corner of the massive empty field the Summer Rock Fest was being hosted in this year. Eclipse sauntered through the throngs easily, being far taller than most of the crowd made it easy to spot pockets to slip into and his inhumanly lithe frame, joints that could bend in uncanny ways if he needed them to, allowed him to slither along his chosen path without resistance. Well, not frictional resistance anyways. There was of course the momentary magnetic draw of the occasional friendly face spotting him and nodding or giving him a quick flick of their wrist in acknowledgement. Being so entrenched in the culture for so many years as a being like him meant that even people he hadn’t stored in his memory bank would widen their eyes in recognition of him and shoot him some kind of nod or small wave.

An easy smirk and a jerk of his chin was enough to please most before they continued on their way with their groups of friends, excitedly switching topics to whatever the most recent word-on-the-street was about him. A mini-celebrity in the local punk scene just came along with attention like that. He was used to it. And by now he was getting pretty good at being able to jerk his chin at these momentary flashes of recognition with just enough energy to both acknowledge and also continue on his way accost. Too friendly of a nod tended to draw in unwanted attention. Too little and people assumed he was ignoring them. Which… to be fair, he was. Any faces his optics landed on passed through his processor only briefly enough to cross-check against his memory bank. If there was a match, he’d tag a date and time stamp onto their memory file. If not, there were far better things to clutter up his memory files with. So into the proverbial bin the data feed went.

He got to the stage he wanted with a little bit of time to spare, which allowed him a few moments to scope out the spot that would best suit his audial receptors. One downside to being all machinery was that as much as he wanted to be right next to the stage (as he found out during his days as a guitarist… sometimes microphones and speakers didn’t play nicely with nearby equipment and machinery. So as an audience member, he had to be a little bit strategic about the distance he placed himself from the nearest set of high voltage wires.

His processors ran the calculation automatically and triangulated on a spot further towards the back. Exactly one foot to the left of a lady in a floral sundress and a high bun sitting on a rainbow blanket, looking entirely out of place at a rock concert. Complete with little flats and a pearl necklace, there couldn’t be anyone here looking more 1950’s than if they had donned a frilly apron to match. And of course… they were sitting exactly next to Clip’s perfect spot.

It wasn’t ideal. But at least he probably wouldn’t have to worry about this lady being too rowdy. He saunters over, all spikes and big thick boots, and stands beside the lady with a smug smirk, waiting for her to notice him. He knows he’s freakishly tall. Impossible to miss. And has the kind of yellow glowing eyes that off-put even the most hardened humans. As long as he can brace for the horror, he can keep his chin high and the sting off his face. The silver lining being that *sometimes* he really actually does make use of how much of a jumpscare he can be to ‘normal people’ to get something he wants.

Eventually she does notice, and startles just a little at there being a person right next to her that she hadn’t noticed. Her eyes travel up… up… up… and land on the shark-toothed grin glowing down at her.

“ ‘s this seat taken?”

And then something surprising happens. Her face splits into a friendly grin and she answers with a cheerful, “No, no! Please! Pull up some grass! Have a seat! I love your jacket! It’s so cool!”

He blinks at her a couple times while he processes the unexpected. Then… sits. Because… well… this *is* the perfect spot. And if she doesn’t mind then… might as well, eh? He stretches out lazily on the grass, sitting with one knee popped up and the other out straight in front of him. Weight propped up on his arms behind him. “Thanks, I know. Made it myself.”

Her jaw falls open in surprise and she leans a little closer to get a better look at it. “Really? That’s incredible! I could never get studs spaced so perfectly even if I tried to make something like this. Sure I can mend things well enough, but I just don’t have an eye for pulling together a finished product like this. That’s quite incredible! You must be very proud of how it turned out! Tell me, what’s your favorite part?”

He gives a slightly nervous huff of laughter, incredulous at how animated this little lady is. “Uh… the jacket?”

She nods with a bright smile and giggles as if he’d told a funny joke. “Yeah, your favorite part of your jacket! Since you made it yourself, you must have a favorite part.”

Nobody’s ever thought to ask him what his favorite part of his own jacket is… not even himself, actually. And he has to look down at it for a moment to ponder the question, tugging on it a little here and there to look it over as if he’d never seen the thing before in his life. “I guess… the fit?”

She practically beams at him. “That makes sense, I’ll bet you probably have a hard time finding things that would fit you right off the rack. You must be pretty skilled at tailoring your clothes to fit your needs, then? Everything you’re wearing looks like it fits you beautifully.”

A bizarrely accurate thing to say to a machine like Clip, but the genuine compliment does something funny to his processor that makes it hard not to laugh awkwardly and look away. “Whatever.”

Which could have been the end of it, except that his new seat mate continues asking him questions about where he got his materials and how he did certain parts. He gets so engrossed in talking about something benignly personal that he almost misses when the band comes on stage.

He does not miss his new friend putting in a pair of ear plugs, and he just barely takes the queue in time to turn down his own audio receptors to avoid getting blasted with an improperly balanced speaker straight to the hard drive.

Not much talking happens during opening set, exactly. But it turns out that his new friend knows every word to every song the band sings, and sing she does. Quietly at first, but once Clip joins in she gains a little courage and sings along a little louder along with him. Albeit with a little blush of embarrassment at first. Which is… unfairly endearing.

At the end of the first set he finds out why, as she turns to him with a small look of embarrassment and ducks her head into her shoulders. “Do you need me to sing quieter? I’m sure you’re storing these audio files for later… I’d hate to ruin them and make them unusable…”

Oh…

That’s…

Unfair.

Unfairly sweet.

When was the last time anyone ever thought about something like that and worried for him or his future enjoyment rather than being creeped out that he was capable of doing such a thing?

He finds himself unconsciously drawing his knees up to his chest and a shaky laugh rattles out of his voice box, full of too much static. “Tch. Like that could make the file unusable. I can just edit out your vocals, you know.”

Her expression falters a little, and for a second he thinks it might be because she’s hurt that he would edit out her voice. But then she smiles in response, even though it does’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh. That’s good, but that means I’ve made more work for you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things more difficult for you. I’ll sing quieter from now on. You deserve to be able to get a good quality audio recording.”

Clip rolls his optics, deflecting around the genuine apology and what havoc it’s wreaking on his overheating systems. “Whatever. It’s not like your little human voice can be heard over these speakers anyways.”

That seems to be the queue for the next set to start, and even though Eclipse watches her out of the corner of one eye to see what will happen, the most she does through the next two songs is nod along to the tempo. Staunchly keeping her promise to be quiet in spite of the speakers playing at a loud enough volume to be felt thumping deep in your chest.

At the start of the third song in the set Eclipse finally gets fed up with it and gestures to the band, trying to encourage her to sing again. But she refuses with a shake of her head and a smile, waving her hands in front of herself innocently. Trying to wave off his concerns.

So he doesn’t have to stress.

About her keeping quiet at a rock concert where she knows all the words to all the songs.

Because she wants him to get a good audio recording.

Without having to work harder than he needs to clean up the track.

It’s tooth rottingly sweet and he hates it.

Which means he gets to fall back on Plan B, since being reasonable didn’t work out.

Annoy her into giving up.

He is very, very good at that.

With one brow raised, he pokes her side. She looks over, confused, and he gestures to the stage again. Then pokes again. And again. And again.

“Sing. It’s a concert.”

He has to lean in close for his voice to carry over the volume of the speakers, and he’s almost delighted when she just rolls her eyes and pokes him back with one manicured nail. The return fire means it is ON, and the next two full songs are occupied by trying to determine who can be the most annoying to the other.

Normally one would expect that to be a frustrating way to spend one’s time, but it doesn’t take long for his new friend to start to find the whole thing so ridiculous it’s crossed over into funny. So rather than being annoyed… she’s laughing the whole time at his antics.

Kindof defeats the purpose of trying to see who can be the most annoying, but by the end of the second set he can barely remember what it was he was trying to be annoying about in the first place. The game has become its own purpose, though it ends up being a two-for-one deal as the increased familiarity means the two of them can sing their hearts out together for the full third set, now that he’s proven he doesn’t care about there being just a little extra background noise on the files.

At the end of the third set, his friend is flushed in the face and out of breath but grinning ear to ear. She removes her ear plugs after the band says their farewells to the crowd and people begin to disperse, grinning breathlessly up at him.

“That was so fun! I’m so glad I got to come here today!”

Eclipse raises an eyebrow at that, still grinning from the rush that comes with good music and good company. “Got to? How does that happen?”

She laughs a little and gestures to herself with a smirk. “Well I’m not sure if you could tell but I don’t exactly look like I belong here. My sister bought the ticket but had to be elsewhere last second, but she didn’t want the money to be wasted so she texted me. i was free this weekend, so she met me in the parking lot after I got off of work and I came straight here. I’ll have to go home tonight to sleep and stuff, change outfits and things, but I’ll be back tomorrow for Day Two of the festival. Then she’ll take the ticket back for Day Three.”

“Ah,” Clip says, finally getting a little bit of context for her getup. “So you’re blaming this fashion disaster on work, then?”

She laughs and winks up at him. “No, no. The fashion disaster is all me. I actually like dressing like this for work. On purpose. But I do actually own jeans and tee-shirts too.”

He gives her another once-over with a cheeky grin. “I dunno. I might not recognize you tomorrow if you dress like a normal person.”

And then she has the audacity to give him a cocky grin over her shoulder in response. “Already planning on seeing me tomorrow, then?”

And Eclipse has to make the terrible decision between jumping to his feet and fleeing the scene or squashing down the way that aura of confidence is making him feel and saying something terribly inappropriate so he can have an excuse to stick by her side for the rest of the day. And maybe even through the night, if Lady Luck feels like helping him avoid sleeping on trampled-on muddy grass.

…

Honestly, it’s barely even a choice.

Now what was her name again?

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(( >\\\\\> aka I just think opposites can be fun sometimes and the idea of Emotionally Constipated Punk Bitch + Sassy but Earnest Straight-Laced Ball of Sunshine = hilarity and also so much potential for storytelling. And wanted to share this First Meeting where a wet cat like Clip could possibly bump into a lady like this lololol. Cheers!))

Hahaha yeah so what if I EXPLODED

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I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS THAT I HAD TO GET UP AND TAKE A WALK. WHAT. HELLO????,?

This!! Is so incredible!! And cute!! And well written! I could so vividly imagine the visuals and scenes! And it’s adorable!!

I’m genuinely stunned at how well you portrayed Eclipse!! It’s spot on to how I imagined him! I’m losing my mind!!

I’m fERAL about this. Thank you very much for sharing!

[marisashorror]

Hi there, love your art! And especially the little flavor text / lore snippets you attach to them sometimes The grimy wire-tangle of the Factory is really intriguing - could you share a bit more about it?

Hey there, I'm glad you like it! The Factory is just me being indulgent with myself. I like the aesthetic of old, outdated industrial stuff. The more obscure, dirty and unknowable the machinery is, and the more it looks like an OSHA violation waiting to happen, the happier I am. I've had dreams of similar cramped and claustrophobic places and it's fun to put it on paper.

As a kid I grew up spending the summers at my grandparents restaurant equipment cleaning business. I was totally well taken care of, but I was around a lot of dirty, greasy machines, nuts and bolts and the sound of welding and metal grinding. I liked to play in the giant bin of packing peanuts and help my grandparents scrape grease. There were definitely dingey, claustrophobic rooms full of tools, chemicals and spare machine parts, and a vat of acid that stripped grease off of things (or your hand if you were stupid enough to put it in there). Did this have an influence on my art? Maybe.

LASTLY, I like to draw scenes that show places where there's a lot of...despair?... I guess. Something about the idea of a place where things are so bad they can't get worse is kind of cathartic. In the Factory, conditions have deteriorated to this point, so there's no bad thing left to worry about. Things will also never improve and they'll never leave, so they don't have the burden of hoping and....being disappointed I suppose? I think this scenario soothes my anxiety, which always dreads the worst. At the Factory the worst has occurred, so there *is* no anxiety.

Ok this got pretty long winded, so if you read it, thanks! If you want to know more about individual character lore let me know. ❤️