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You know you're obsessed with fictional characters when you start drawing them in costumes you'd usually see at a Ren Faire
They Were My Friends
Chapter 10: A Holy Curiosity
General Wellesley sent word that the Army was pulling their contract for the Securitrons, effective immediately. The words on the terminal were like kerosene, and Klein, an open flame. The head scientist was ablaze with a rage so hot that Mobius had to retreat to the refuge of his own home, counting down the hours until Klein would finally simmer down. Until then, Mobius kept himself occupied with stamping out the fires that 0 started, one by one. There was the fate of Model One. He fought back the temptation to scrap the giant robot all together. What engineer would want to work on something that killed half a dozen colleagues? Had Mobius been superstitious, he would’ve considered One cursed. But One was just a defective machine, created by a man whose ego and incompetence led to disastrous results. And now with the contract gone, the robot was simply too expensive to scrap. The decision among the executives was unanimous. One was to be sent back to the Securitron Plant in order to run offline diagnostics by what was left of 0’s engineering team. As for the Plant itself, they had voted to shelve the Securitron project all together, ignoring 0’s meek protests, in hopes of salvaging the mess and repurposing the Plant in the future. And then there was that other fire Mobius had insisted that he put out himself. His wrist ached from the blocky signatures added to each condolence letter, to be delivered to the mailboxes of their dead employees’ families. He had dragged on the process for far too long, avoiding giving the final stamp of approval as he sent back his secretaries’ drafts for a number of nitpicky revisions. The words never seemed to convey the right meaning, and felt dry and superficial on his tongue when he spoke them aloud in the quiet of his office. Our deepest condolences? Our apologies barely scratch the surface. Shallow platitudes in a place where Death holds no meaning. We are truly sorry for your loss. A bald-faced lie if there ever was one. We regret- What regret? Work continues on, same as it always has and always will. That their employees died for absolutely nothing. No amount of regret could ever change that. And with the classified nature of their research, their families will never know the reason why, their deaths a mystery beneath the mountain. Lifetimes of memories, reduced to a letter and a box of cremated remains.
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Fun fact, I was accompanying my brother to class, while I was drawing this and a kid came over and asked a lot of questions on this picture. I was like they wanted to live forever so they put the brain in a jar. She said that’s terrible, they want to live forever and now they’re dead. I explained that no they’re not quite dead, their mind lived but their body died and they’re unhappy, that’s the moral of the story. She said aha, so the hugging of these two must symbolize death, I said yes yes you got the gist.
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Presenting sex/intimacy headcanons for the lovely Dala!
oh wonderful i will get some mileage out of this as a new reaction image
my dog whp doesnt know hes begging for boiling water on the stove
People talk about the Lucky 38 being creepy in fallout new vegas but it's genuinely one of my favourite places in the game. The idea of it being kept in the exact same state as it was before the bombs dropped is awesome, as well as how desolate it is. It's so liminal, I love it. Now I think about it, it could probably count as one of those places in a liminal spaces video.
Oh and you can live in there too!! What's not to love?
this is so stupid
Fallout TV S3 leak
Nearly blocked someone for a vaguely annoying reply they made in 2017 then remembered 2017 was 9 years ago. They will live. We can change *opens their blog* nevermind they got worse. Guards
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RED DEAD REDEMPTION II • scenery [10/?]
letting family members sit in for dead senators is just monarchy logic im appalled that this has even happened before
Each state gets to decide how their state is represented in Congress
This has been a common method for a long time in some states
The idea is that a Senator's sibling/spouse/parent/child knows their intentions and policies better than a political rival or a random person would. It's a pretty good way to prevent political assassinations tbh
An unelected individual getting grandfathered into a real political position due to their blood or legal relationship with a deceased elected official is not pretty good actually
"#i think i have more followers now so if anybody wants to shout out a character i'll consider" Might'nhaps Emily Ortal, perchance? No idea why I love her so much, but I do.
poor emily... she gave us yes man and no one talks about her...
how much banger fanwork has been killed in its infancy due to the 40-hour workweek. Do you know how many absolutely rockin comics live only in my head because I don't have time or arm ability left to draw them. As well as weird original comics
even if employed we all have to get more unemployed spiritually
Idea of kitties so mazing
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