First Drop

Gonna be doing nanowrimo this year! If anyone wants to be buddies drop me an invite I'm collecting as many little writer friends as possible.

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"I wouldn't say I hope for the crashes. They simply happen, whether we're there to harvest the parts or leave them to rust in the sands. Might as well make something good out of it."

An old mining bot gone rogue, Sprocket (he/him) is now the defacto leader of our little group of scavengers.

Some info:

Was originally scavenging on his own, but started the group when he picked up Glass (another member)

Bounced around in different jobs as he found a spot to settle down on Deslocar after his mining days, the most important of these being his bandit and mechanic days

He still isn't quite settled down now, but there's certain towns and cities he floats between a lot

Very much an engineer, knows his way around all sorts of machines and is great at fixing stuff, including himself

Has made a lot of adjustments and modifications over the years

accidental dad friend

Freaks out HARD when anyone gets hurt, and has a habit of offering the humans water when they complain about literally anything because like??? that's what people need right?????

Not super a fan of violence, but he does what's necessary. Tries his best to keep the crew out of shit, when he can, especially after it's not just him and Glass

The tubes running outside of his body help maintain his temperature- robots run on a liquid power source and it gets hot

Works like rabbit ears yknow?

His eyes emit a light glow, it's hard to see in the daytime but very noticeable at night, some say to an unnerving degree

He has slats above and below his eyes that he can use to emote

Talks through the speaker on his face, but also knows sign language and can flash his eyes to speak in a kind of morse code

He taught it to Glass a while back, and they use it to communicate sometimes, either when its convenient to be able to talk without talking or signing, when they dont want anyone else to understand them, or when Sprocket just feels like it

BLACK HOLE

I'm a big fan of everything space and black holes. As a kid, I was definitely scared of them- those huge, invisible vortexes that no one could escape from. But as I've grown older, and learned more, they're just so damn cool. There's some kind of beauty there too, in seeing glowing matter orbit nothingness, in the strange phenomena of bending light until you can see the back of your head, of watching the universe sped up as it disappears behind you. Unfortunately, I'm not sure my little thread painting does it justice :p

journey to jupiter

prints available :) link in bio

astro sunset

"She's a walking fucking warning is what she is. Something you can tell your kids about so they don't go fucking with the transport vehicles, so they stay away from the facilities. I mean, she should have died, but I guess this makes a better story, huh?"

Desmona (she/her), the outcast turning to the desert to survive.

Info:

Was the third to join the group, initially it was just her, Sprocket, and Glass

Used to live in a mining town where they were drilling the liquid, magical energy substance that sits mostly under the surface of the planet

During an accident where one of the vehicles transporting this substance crashed, spilling out its contents, Desmona came in contact with a high amount of it

Instead of killing her, as it most certainly should have, it became a part of her

The energy is wild, impossible to control. It bursts out of her randomly and destructively, and she was driven out of her town as a result

Sprocket and Glass found her not long after

Glass is immune to the magical energy she can't help but wield, and Sprocket is somewhat resistant towards it

She latched onto them quickly because of that, glad to be around people she couldn't hurt

Sprocket and Glass eventually made the armor that can help contain the magic

Desmona is fairly withdrawn, especially around new people

When the group needs to travel into towns, she usually keeps to herself

She knows her mask makes her look somewhat strange and off-putting, and she's VERY happy to lean into that

She's very sweet though, despite all that

She gets along well with both Sprocket and Glass, but she's especially close to Glass

Since Glass is very curious about humans and different cultures and food and languages, Desmona is happy to teach em what she knows. She picks up on sign language pretty fast so they can talk without having to go through Sprocket.

They do a lot of cooking together

She also learns how to wield a spear from Glass

Desmona is very much a pacifist, but she knows it's important to protect herself, and it feels good to be able to do that in a way she can control

She doesn't want to hurt anyone, and hates the fact that now it feels like some kind of default state for her

The terrible indecision of having to name a new document.

Cast your votes now! I personally am a big fan of "one robot teaches another how to be human. their daughter is dying." and "am i a muppet or a man?" This one's just for planning, so it doesn't have to be serious lol. "Exoskeletons and Inner Machinery" might be good for an actual project title.

"Deslocar? Have I heard of it? Yeah of course I've heard of it, it's the planet over for fuck's sake. Have I been? Ha! Do you think I'd be standing here if I had?"

Deslocar - The desert planet misfit of its system. Ravaged by dust storms and pockmarked with pits and craters, Deslocar sits apart from its more hospitable neighbors.

The harsh weather of the planet and high winds of its upper atmosphere provide harsh conditions to any ships attempting to cross the border into space- whether they plan to enter, or are trying to leave. This has created a planet left behind, a world scavenging the broken vessels from the outside world, and trying to put together technology decades behind the rest of the system.

The craters of Deslocar are a relic from a younger, less stable universe, but they have refused to spend all that time sitting idle. Meteorites have cracked open the ground, and they bring Deslocar's contents flowing forth, trickling up from the dusty soil...

i've been reading a lot of books about urban naturalism recently, and the one big thing they all talk about is how you HAVE to stop seeing nature as something that happens somewhere else. nature is not just charismatic megafauna and state parks and mountain ranges. nature is that abandoned lot that's growing native milkweed in it. nature is the murder of crows that lives in your block. nature is the moss growing on your roof and the dandelions growing in the sidewalk cracks and the song birds at your neighbor's birdfeeder. and you should care about it! you should notice it! that's YOUR nature!

Happy birthday to @glacierruler!!! I hope you have a great day, and enjoy the art :)

This is one of storm's ocs, Fig, who I love very dearly and was a blast to draw! You can find their character info here