#wrath of the machine

[apathetic-bastard]

Legendary Holy Blade, by nolan192

[pleasecallmenicole]

If Wrath of the Machine comes back in Destiny 2, one thing I actually wouldn't mind is seeing the remnants of the rest of the Iron Lords in the raid. The end of Rise of Iron's campaign saw reanimated corpses Felwinter, Jolder and Gheleon, 3 of the 9 Iron Lords that entered the SIVA Replication Chamber. If the other 5 dead Iron Lords who entered the Replication Chamber, Radagast, Perun, Timur, Skorri and I think Silimar, were to appear as those remnants in the raid as kinda like champions I'd be for it.

Like they'd probably just be the same npc with different names, but I think it would be cool thing to fight or something cool for Challenge Mode. Like it was kinda a shame we never saw the aftermath of the combat between Rasputin and the Iron Lords in the Plaguelands, so this is one way to see it in affect. I just think it would be cool for Wrath to have if its returning, probably the only change I'd accept because I swear the Splicer fallen better be in that raid or it isn't the same.

[deep-space-lines]

put some pants on. slut

[sweetmapple]

A typical "I got carried away while practicing anatomy and the allure of rendering shiny gold was too great" WIP

Also jesus christ he's holding the little cloth that's attached to his belt. I am putting this here just to cover my back in case anyone thinks I am much bolder than I actually am. That's not his dick, I'm just bad at rendering bunched up fabric

And even then, I will always maintain leaving things up to the imagination is infinitely more tasteful like 65% of the time

[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2024 - Day 18. Rival

Thanks to my husband for the idea to interpret today's theme :)

I felt a bit of a Discworld vibe - specifically a scene from "Small Gods", where the gods played a big board game with their followers as pawns.

Yes, Bendy is very tiny compared to Narinder. Even after turning into a Beast, he would be at his one flick, so… sorry, Sammy, but you lost in the fight of gods. In an ax fight - you still have a chance, 'cause Wrath is easy to distract…

Hey, there's also a Rivals theme in the birthday prompts for Cult of the Lamb! It turns out that I made at least one of the seven pictures, although a little later X"D

[archduke-enver-gortash]

does anyone remember ven. i do

[asoftepiloguemylove]

i want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony / and i want a kiss like my heart is hitting the ground

Renée Ahdieh The Wrath and the Dawn / unknown / Mohammed Zarir in a letter to T.M. (2019) / unknown / unknown / Natalie Wee Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines / unknown / Anne Sexton Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters / Euripides (Anne Carson) Grief Lessons: Four Plays

[icecreampizzer]

Happy pride! Even while they're celebrating their identities, they're still after each other's asses. Ah well.

[inniave]

okay ik reasonably this will probably never happen but holy shit could u imagine a collab between florence welch and kristin hayter??????? big god + god gave me no name vibes??? what kind of man + do you doubt me traitor vibes??????????? do u see the vision?????

[rangedreign]

BIG THINGS ARE HAPPENING

[starless-planet]

I would maim a fly, actually. I would hurt a million flies. I’d wipe them off the face of the earth if I could.

[sayonarawildhearts]

i think 6-2 is such a funny fucking level because its like gabriels going like ohhhhh youve taken everything from me machine *organ riff* all thats left is perfect... hatred *organ riff* meanwhile v1 is just walking around grapple hooking slingshot orbs and jumpin on bouncy pads

[idledreams4]

Cas inspired doodle on my hand from earlier today

[trans-estinien]

the eliskni themed raids were always my favourite. too bad ive only ever been able to play one of them.

[words-of-wrath]

Shrapnel

Pt. 1/?

For those who see eroticism in the mechanical 🖤

Part 1

Metal legs wrapped around her waist, sitting down on the rickety seat. A welding mask is draped over her face, protecting her from the sparks showering over her body. The sounds of electric pulses, like firecrackers, are filling the entire workshop. Her muses chest is open, wires and circuitry exposed. With each spark of energy she convulsed in Aurora's lap. Scrap, that's what her previous administrator and owner had called her.

'you're just Scrap' he said. Aurora had bought her for pennies on an online marketplace. Discarded, thrown away, shipped in pieces to the highest bidder. And even then, it wasn't even that high. Her new administrator had chosen a different name for her. 

"Do you like that, Robo-Slut?" A muffled voice with a slight lisp said. Scrap wasn't even sure if Aurora knew she could hear her. But she couldn't respond. The girl pulled away, blowtorch still in hand. She reached up to pull her welding mask up. Sticking her tongue out, she twisted some screws into place. Machinery whirred to life, and Scrap's eyes suddenly lit up. 

She saw a scrawny-looking girl covered in dirt and oil stains. She wore a faded pair of overalls, one shoulder strap undone and hanging loosely at her chest. She couldn't have been younger than her mid-twenties, though when she smiled a cheesy grin Scrap saw thick braces, gleaming in the fluorescent lighting of her workshop. She wore thick rectangular glasses and had dirty brown hair tugged back into a tight bun. Essentially, she just looked like a huge nerd. 

"I still need to reestablish most of your motor functions, your nerve-endings, and iron out the kinks in your programming," Aurora said, lisping some of her Ss and Ths. Scrap took this time to look around Aurora's workshop. Posters of different video games, bands, and anime lined the walls. There were tools strewn about everywhere, tables filled with blueprints. "Look at me!" Aurora suddenly demanded, and Scrap found herself unable to resist. In fact, she found herself quite infatuated with this nerdy-looking dweeb girl. What had Aurora done to her programming? 

Aurora closed her chest plate back up, tightening the screws. This caused Scrap to squirm a bit, though she didn't feel anything. The administrator seemed to delight in Scrap squirming in her lap. Finally, Aurora began to press on the touch screen in Scrap's chest. There was a little jingle, one of a company long since lost to the slow decay of time, which signified her other functions booting up. Producing a keyboard from a small table just next to her, Aurora plugged the USB into Scrap and set it on her lap. 

"I'm gonna take good care of you, Robo-Slut," Aurora said, a hint of facetiousness in her tone. She began to type away, it must have been nearly 150 words per minute. Lines and lines of code appeared on Scrap's chest. "Okay, you should have some of your motor functions back. Try and move!" Aurora said. Scrap hesitated for a moment, and then turned to her right arm, the only one currently attached to her body. She watched it rise in the air. Turning her hand over, she flexed her mechanical fingers. They hissed and squealed, she hadn't done that in quite a while. Aurora grinned another brace-filled and toothy smile. 

After a while of typing, Aurora grimaced at the screen. "Why are there locked files here?!" she demanded to know under her breath. "Hey!" an angry tone filled the room as she stared up at Scrap. "Give me the passcode for these files!" Scrap again was reluctant. There was something stopping her from giving that information out. It was private. Private to her alone. And she didn't want anyone else to know that. Slowly, she shook her head. Aurora groaned and typed a few more lines of code out. Then, an angry hand shot up and gripped Scrap's chin. "You should be able to speak now. Give. Me. The. Access. Code!" Aurora grunted through gritted teeth. 

"... N-no!" Scrap said. It had been a while since she had ever spoken. Maybe even a century. Who knew at this point? Aurora narrowed her eyes and lowered her head to give her an evil look. She pulled away from Scrap and continued to type. 

"Let's see if all your programs are running correctly...!" she said. "... I'll just run them all at the same time!" another smirk flashed the corner of her mouth. If Scrap could feel fear, this probably would have been it. Confidently, Aurora pressed the enter key on the line she had just written. Scrap heard her fans whir to life. They could expel the heat fine enough now. But as more and more programs began to run, as command prompts and warnings (which Aurora ignored) showed up on her viewing screen appeared, she found that the fans became nearly unbearable. She sounded like a freight train barreling into a station. Scrap arched her back, red lights flashing all over her body. With her newfound voice she let out a small cry. Aurora delighted in seeing that. 

"S-stop!" Scrap said. But that only seemed to strengthen Aurora's resolve. She continued to run each and every program, not nearly done yet. She was hot in Aurora's lap, surprised that the small nerdy girl could even handle it. 

"You like it!" Aurora said. Scrap thought about this for a moment. She did like it... now that Aurora had told her she did. She was obsessed with this girl. Why?! A line of code entered into her when Aurora had first gotten her. A USB dongle inserted into her right from the start, telling her to give the girl her undivided attention, her eternal love. 

"C-cold... need cold!" Scrap begged for it. Aurora raised an eyebrow and then seemed to get a devilish idea. She reached up to grab a hose from the ceiling. She had so many things on hand. Perhaps she had prepared for this very thing. 

"Here you go, little bot," Aurora hooked the hose right up to Scrap's mouth. She could no longer speak, and Aurora pressed a couple of buttons on a rectangular metal device just next to her. Another hiss, lights flashing, the hose began to twitch and bulge as suddenly an ice-cold fluid entered Scrap's mouth. She felt her insides cool. It was nice at first. But Aurora kept pumping and pumping and pumping. The hose bulged in her mouth as her mechanical guts began to freeze up. She felt herself slowing down, mind turning to a slushie. 

A green light pulsed on Scrap's temple. Aurora pressed a few more keys and then tugged the hose from Scrap's mouth. Bright blue coolant dribbled impotently from her mechanical mouth as Scrap leaned over her. "Good girl," Aurora said, running her hands over Scrap's icy-hot metal flesh. Her memories had become distant rooms, inaccessible to her when they were so close before. She may have had real flesh at one point. Maybe she was a human, mortal, maybe she was bio-engineered organic material. But now she was just Scrap. "Now, since you're working correctly. How about a factory reset?" 

"A-a what?" Scrap asked dumbly. 

"You're going to forget all of this. You're going to forget who you are, who you were. You're going to become mine, forever and always," Aurora grinned, and she started to type. 

"Y-yes, Admin!" Scrap said. But she didn't mean it deep down, where the final dwindling semblance of her autonomy lay. She was only programmed to obey. She didn't want this, not at all. But soon she may do so. She may completely acquiesce to Aurora's desires. Once this factory reset was over and done with. "P-please reset me..." maybe she meant it that time. 

"With pleasure," Aurora said, finally typing in the last line of code and confidently pressing the enter key with a toothy grin. The last thing Scrap saw as her vision faded was Aurora's nerdy face staring at her with devious glee. The last thing she felt was the whirr of her servos inside. 

And she powered down.  

[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 28. Devour

Day 28. Devour Crossover: Cult of the Lamb Exchange of experience. Is it just me or does Helob and Bendy have a lot in common and could be friends? For Sammy, in turn, the Lamb is a great shock - first of all, I suspect he didn't expect sheep to look like that (remember: from Sammy's point of view, sheep are black, two-legged, pathetic humanoid beings who can only cry and whine over their fate, occasionally professing faith in Bendy). A real sheep would shock him - and a crowned sheep who thinks they're a god... uh... BLASPHEMY!

Originally, this short comic was supposed to be for Friendship theme, but then an idea from My Little Pony came to my mind - so I moved Cult of the Lamb to the Meat theme. Then I stoped liking what I had in mind for Devour (it was supposed to be Gunther from Adventure Time, but the idea seemed flimsy to me), and at the same time I came up with something really cool for Meat - and that's how this comic ended up here. The idea to make a gif of it, I admit, stems from my laziness. I didn't feel like making a background, but I wanted this art to be cool and interesting, because it's Cult of the Lamb, which I love as much as BATIM. And so I did. Static version is here:

Some interesting facts: originally this comic was not created in the context of the Ink Demonth - and Sammy was supposed to argue with Sozo in it... But when the Ink Demonth came out, I decided to use the idea and improve it a bit. Here it is.

Do I need to mention that I recommend Cult of the Lamb? ;)

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. Cult of the Lamb (c) Massive Monster Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat