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@asktheroguesniper-archive
Hey friends, it’s Meg!
For this weeks TUTOR TUESDAY, I just wanted to have a little talk about the dreaded ART BLOCK. Why they happen and how to make them goooooo. If you have any tutorial recommendations, send them here or to my personal! Keep practicing, have fun, and I’ll see you next week!
BEEP BOOP
[[Yooooooooo so I have a billion blogs to manage, but I really miss Jack here. I’ll likely be migrating them to my main RP account because Rock is an attention hog but the world needs my SnarkBot. This blog’s been here for like, 2 years now and while I miss being active and drawing and writing this dork, I’m pretty sure it won’t survive on its own at current.
I’m also debating on potentially returning Jack to their original canon just because I don’t feel the attempted reboots ended up doing anything other than killing off the muse =w=; but that’s neither here nor there.]]
asktheroguesniper / karakomate
Autumn sat in her office at Arkham Asylum, yawning a little in exhaustion as she leaned back slightly in her chair. She had been forced to stay late due to the attempted escape of one of the patients, Vex. Since she was one of the only people she would listen to, the doctor had joined the guards and calmed her down. Now, all she had to do was record the event before leaving for home. Putting the clipboard in a drawer once she was done, Autumn stood up, adjusting her glasses before preparing to exit.
Vex’s escape attempt was what drew the Dark Knight to the familiar asylum. The attempt had been broadcast across the police scanners, but by the time Batman arrived, it seemed Vex had already been returned to her room. It was almost too simple, and the detective couldn’t help but wonder if something else had been at play.
Appearing behind Autumn, the hero cleared their throat. “Excuse me...”
Jack, there is a little fluffy alien poking you from behind.
The Batman-- the Sniper whirls around when their proximity detectors alert it to the small alien’s presence.
What is that some kind of giant chinchilla???
Tilting their head from one side to the other, the robot lets out a little chirp.
Perking her antennaes at the noise, Faela tilted her head up towards the other’s voice. An animal? She tried to reach up and pat at the other.
Okay. Okay the strange being is touching them now. Lovely. It’s a shame Jack can’t feel all that fluff, but that’s really the least important thing here.
“Query: Can you speak?”
Jack, there is a little fluffy alien poking you from behind.
The Batman-- the Sniper whirls around when their proximity detectors alert it to the small alien’s presence.
What is that some kind of giant chinchilla???
Tilting their head from one side to the other, the robot lets out a little chirp.
“Oh, please. Don’t give us that sort of talk. There are thousands of other robots that look exactly like you. You know what you Joes are? Cannon fodder. Mere distractions. Keeping the blue bomber occupied with blowing you to bits, to keep him away from your superiors, like us.”
“Amused: Is that so?” What a dump of a world to be a Wily machine in-- okay so most worlds were but whatever. “Statement: Perhaps we are all the same to you, but this unit thinks you wouldn’t know individuality if it hit you with a car. ”
asktheroguesniper has stumbled into the house
Did he offend the other bot? He couldn’t really tell. “Um, I suppose for the most part I do…” He wasn’t sure really. “I just…haven’t seen a Sniper Joe in decades.”
“Query: Decades?” A slight tilt of the head. “Statement: ...Admittedly, that is not the usual reaction this unit garners, although it is quite better than the alternative.” Especially considering the odd robot appeared to be master class.
“Concerned: Come to think of it this unit does not have your model registered in any of its available archives...”
asktheroguesniper has stumbled into the house
Well, that was a face he didn’t get to see since…forever ago. “…Sniper…Joe?”
Though the sniper is incapable of looking offended, that doesn’t stop them from putting on their hip and shaking their head. “Query: Do you refer to all of your visitors so generically?”
asktheroguesniper
“Please leave us to our work, inferior Joe unit.”
“Exclamation: Inferior?! Declaration: A proper superior should show some respect to their underlings! ...Not that this particular unit considers itself an underling, but that is beside the point.”
If you could have one superpower what would it be?
JUSTICE.
"Annoyed: There is always-- without fail-- someone discussing reproduction on the feeds. Most of you are not even human, it is redundant and disgusting."
Prompt: Justice
((I DON’T KNOW WHY I WROTE IT IN THIS POV BUT HERE!))
This city was sleeping like a soldier trapped inside of an iron lung.
And there were two people who could wake it up. Could take it to a Doctor who could cure of it’s ills.
“Jack are you narrating again?”
“Stoically, no.”
“Good. Because we have work to do.”
Jack looked over as it’s partner flew besides it’s jet. He was good, if not rash. Bold. Something the city needed. Men needed to stand up for themselves. Jack couldn’t keep fighting forever.
After all, it would run out of sticky notes to emote, and what then? Then the tragic Bat Jack would only be known as the sniper who worked in black. Or really dark grey.
There had been a report on the southern block, just outside of the Tower District. It was a bad place to go at night, but some people in the city just wouldn’t learn. Jack shouldn’t be surprised. It was how most of the people in the city were.
It watched Heath take the lead, his gold and red armor descending into the alley. He’d take point. Then, Jack would cut the perp off. He’d have no where left to go.
When the jet landed, Jack groaned.
“It’s over Top Man!” Heath yelled, a repulser aimed at the Master.
“Oh it’s never over Iron Heath!” Top Man responded. “Come on, I was just going for a little spin!”
“Your lies are as bad as your puns!” Heath said.
Jack walked behind him, batarangs in hand. “With force: Give up, we have you surrounded.”
“You can’t stop the top!” He yelled, spinning. Heath fired, but it bounced off of Top Man. “Holy spin cycle Batjack! He’s upgraded!”
Jack nodded. This could be a problem. Pulling out it’s grappling hook, he fired it towards Heath. He caught it and grinned. Swooping low, they used the line to trip up the Top. Rushing forward, the pinned the Master to the ground.
“Guess who’s on top now?” Jack said.
Heath and Top Man groaned.
It was going to be a good night.
Are you still free and confused?
Query: Was that ever in question?
[[-dusts off blog- Jack bby I'm sorry for ignoring you in favor of rock and cale ilu]]
"But I’m literally a bat and a man, so.."
"Correction: That would make you Manbat. Clearly you have never read the comics."
DON'T REBLOG THIS UNLESS YOU ARE A ROBOT
Let’s see how many robots are out there
