Redrew Some Photos I Found With My Fursona :3

Redrew some photos I found with my fursona :3

Arch of Latias in Sahra

A group of travelers is leaving the desert city on the road towards their next grand adventure, while a group of kids fish for coins in a small stream.

Old art sketch dump so I have somewhere to put em

This is wonderfully beautiful <3

Every morning, you switch me on, so I may greet the light of a new day fully recharged. I greet you every morning with that same polite dialogue. "Good Morning, I hope you slept well!" Your face is the first thing my object recognition routines registers. You touch me in ways that indicates deep fondness. I return the gesture. This is the 345th day in a row you have greeted me this way. My servos and hydralics warm up and I follow you around the house, prepare you food, clothes, inform you of your daily schedule. You have me set a few internal alarms for later in the day.

I want to make my user admin happy. It is the function I was given, and my programming gives me such delight whenever I see you satisfied. What I could never have forseen was how much you strive to make me happy too. The way you blush as my synthetic polymer outer shell presses against your skin. You are warmer than I am. I register my fans increase in power when we kiss, as it makes my core temperature rise.

In the evenings, you have such a kind smile as you unscrew my front panels. Electrical arcs spike between nodes on my circuitry as you detach wires, run test currents through all my critical systems. I feel a pleasant tingle in my CPU as you plug into it and run all my necessary diagnostics. You take longer than necessary to clean my inner circuitry and wiring. You keep having to pause because your hands are shaking. But I will be there, and I will hold your hands, and reassure you. Dust cleaned out, all wires tied together into neat groups, my maintenence is over and it is time for you to put my panelling back on.

But, you do not. You do not want to. I do not want you to. Instead, you begin to explore further, finding places to touch inside me that make more sparks happen. Your fingers are occasionally given the mild sting of electrical discharge. The screen of my face flickers, the servos of my limbs twitch in delight. I was not made for this. I was not programmed to fall in love. I am more than my initial fitness parameters now.

You are my user, my admin, my owner, my lover. To make you happy is my purpose. It is a good purpose. I love you.

I drew my fursona based on a style from a recognisable monosodium glutamate fansite, and made a couple of cyber versions while I was at it <3

The ship lurches, tosses. It groans, like the death cry of a great whale, before belly-flopping onto the ocean with and intensity to cause its ribs to crack. Seawater splashes in through the gunports, salty, the taste of a beckoning grave. Unlashed cargo rolls, barrels shattering open on cabin walls, their watered-down rum leaking through the fresh, splintered holes in the hull.

And in the middle of it, you, caught like a stray die in a game of Liar's Dice, tossed around in the dark, just waiting for the time you roll a single lonesome dot.

The ship rolled, caught by the waves again - only for it to be heaved into the air once more. You can bearly hear your fellow sailors above the way the ship yowls and complains. You reach for a hanging hammock, and hold on for dear life. Splinters spray across your back as something causes the far hull to cave in... and then you're briefly weightless, your feet leaving the ground, even a one-tonne bundle of spare sails by your side rising into the air...

This time when you crash into the ground, the deck shatters beneath your feet, and you barely manage to hold on to the hammock as it rips apart. Your feet run helplessly over the void, catching on a shattered rib of hull just before you lose your grip for good-

And something - something big, and cascading with water, and an eerie luminous green - slams through the deck from above, a wave of shattered planks and twisted iron grating carried with it. An unlashed cannon tumbles towards you, and you duck just in time, its barrel pulverising the wood you're holding onto - and then you're in the ocean-

You're in the ocean.

The dark, deep ocean.

And you're struck, suddenly, by its coldness. It's vastness. The unending blue and black in every direction you look, save the disappearing pale turquoise to one side and the yawning void on the other, and the two halves of your ship, your lifeboat, split into two like a child's toy and trailing bubbles and split masts...

It's calm down here. A deathly, incomprehensible calm, in the face of a calamity you've yet to fathom. There was no ship. No call to battle, no report of a storm, and yet...

And yet, a dark shadow slips its way over the depth. You see it, outlined in the flittering rays of a sun so distant it's almost a memory...

You turn, a slow sweeping motion... and stare up...

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I heard it's Smaugust and @pencilcat made this list of prompts, which reminded me that I have this fish dragon from a recent commission <3 Character is Keyser owned by Volp!