I Cant Draw Anything I Like Take Whatever This Is

I can’t draw anything I like take whatever this is

(guy who is so fatigued) i need to Draw

Reposting old art from old acc cuz why not? I guess a lot of things happened in just one year huh?

WIP WHENEVER

Tagged by @ouroboros-hideout and @sofia-in-nc !! Tysm as always, I love doing these :D

Been super busy lately. Art's coming pretty slowly, so for a change I have a little writing! Currently working on some shit for Kerberos, specifically about his time working on the Cynosure revival project, certainly a relaxing chapter in his life. This little passage does contain his real name, but I'm not giving up his secrets that easily, so for the time being, I'm just leaving blank spaces lol. The other character, Aston, was one of his coworkers on the project.

“Did you know they use them on the moon? Militech does, I mean.” Aston stopped next to one of the work tables laden with a menagerie of tools and manuals, picking up one that seemed to belong to the bot. “Can you imagine being stuck on the fucking moon with one of those? I mean, the thought of a live one here is bad enough.“

“They don’t go rabid on facility workers, Aston, that defeats the entire purpose.” _______ stood beside him, watching him thumb through the manual over his shoulder. “It’s a robot that carries out assigned duties and eliminates unauthorized personnel. And there isn’t a live one! Said it yourself. Wherever our rogue unit is, it's dead. There’s no way we wouldn’t have at least heard it by now.” 

He tossed the packet back down. “We’re authorized, anyway. Site’s defunct, but still needs authorization to operate. On the off chance said rogue unit is indeed still kickin’, shouldn’t bother us.” Aston scanned over the table's contents, brushing a few loose drill bits off a blueprint laid out across the surface. He was quiet for a moment. “Do you think it knows everyone’s gone? You think it’s sad or something?”

“I think it’s a machine run by an AI that doesn’t care about anything other than an aberration it must correct, or a charging station it must connect to. If I’m being honest, I highly doubt it gives a shit.” _______ looked up at the two inactive units. He wondered that himself often. How human it was to see something which merely imitated life and wonder if it had any feelings. “I think that’s something we impose on other things when we get sad.” 

“You think I’m sad, ___?”

“I’m fucking sad. Look at this place.” _______ looked at his warped reflection in the side of a shiny chrome toolbox. “I miss the sun. I miss my bed. I miss not being trapped in Militech’s fucking catacombs.” 

“You’re a ‘runner, ___, so ‘m I. How much of a difference from our dens even is this? Just a little deeper underground.” Aston shrugged. “We’ll get used to it.” 

He stared at himself a little longer. “Sure.”  

Tagging without pressure!

@cybercath @kriminaldata @luteolye

Hey do you…. See something over there?

If you are perhaps wondering “Jago do you hunt these guys down to take pictures of them” yes I do I am not a well man.

Has anyone put a tramp stamp on Kurt Hansen yet