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@myfoggedreality
Your comments mean something even when the author never replies.
Sometimes your comments mean something especially when the author never replies.
exactly this
I absolutely loved hopping in to the @cp77nyexchange again this year, and I got to draw these cuties for @myfoggedreality. Hope you had a great and relaxing holiday! 💜
Absolutely the most adorable couple! I love this. ❤️ Thank you so much!!
Sweet Dreams, Baby
I took part again in this year's @cp77nyexchange, which I look forward to every time! I drew @Lhugbereth this time around, and adored the possibilities in the wish list. Lhugy, I hope you enjoy this one. I wrote up a Jackie/V fixit ending with lots of humor and fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this one. Not as much angst for a change, which is a gigantic departure from my usual writing, so I hope you enjoy it! ❤️
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61808659
Ngl, I thought it was some kind of eldrich horror.
A four page comic about drawing, drawn for the Portland Public Library's newest exhibit, "Why We Make Comics: Reflections on Storytelling".
If you live in Portland ME, you can see this comic, as well as three others drawn by Isabella Rotman, Caroline Hu, and Liz Prince, on display from October 6th to December 31 at the library!
“You can’t blame a writer for what the characters say.”
— Truman Capote
You are working the gate in the afterlife and for the first time ever, something the humans built has shown up to be processed. You’re not sure what to do, this… entity shouldn’t have a soul, but here it is in front of you, freshly dead and awaiting the next life.
It’s not as exciting as it sounds, working at the pearly gates.
Sure, it’s satisfying to send the hypocrites and the assholes to hell. And it’s nice to see the ones who thought they were beyond redemption walk through into paradise.
So yeah, it has its perks. But not exciting. I mean, after the first million souls or so they all blur together, you know? You never get anything new. Animals all get sent right on through automatically and there’s nothing other then humans in our jurisdiction. Oh sure, there’s life other then humans. But that’s no my department.
I keep tads on humans on my lunch breaks. You’re a damn fascinating species, better then anything your “television” puts out. Although The Good Place was a little too relatable, I’ll give you guys that.
Anyway, one of my favorite things you guys came up with was the Space Race. I mean, what a nail biter! And it was so tense up until the end. Pity about those Apollo one guys, though. But I heard they got a kick out of watching the moon landing when it did happen.
Course, that sorta died down after a decade or so. Don’t know why you guys quit going to the moon.
And then you decided Mars was the place to be and started sending out all those rovers of yours. Not nearly as exiting as going yourselves, but as you all like to say, baby steps.
The rovers were surprisingly fun to watch. For mindless robots, they’ve got a lot of spunk. So I’d check in every once in while, but mostly I watched Earth. You guys had figured out how to work memes and it was a very amusing thing.
I was half way through a shift when it go here. I have no idea why none of the others I processed mentioned the thing, but death is confusing enough I guess.
It shouldn’t have been there. I want to make that clear, by no law of the universe should that thing have had a soul. You humans are where closer to making actual AI then you are sprouting wings. And you never even tried with this! Its job was to collect rocks!
And yet there is was, beeping up at me.
It didn’t look like a human soul. Or any other form of life that I had ever seen. It wasn’t damaged at all, or even afraid. That was the weirdest thing. You humans are always scared shitless by the time I see you. But this thing wasn’t. Even a little. It was just… curious. Like that’s all I could feel from it. Pure wonder.
I blinked a bit before flipping through my files, seeing if it was a new species or something. I found nothing, of course. Those idiots over in records never give us anything useful.
So I did the only thing I could do. I asked its name.
Now, you humans have come up with so many ways to say the same thing that I’ve had to learn a lot of languages to keep up. The newest was binary, which I never expected to actually need.
It came in handy, since that’s what the thing answered back in.
01001111 01110000 01110000 01101111 01110010 01110100 01110101 01101110 01101001 01110100 01111001
Opportunity.
I remembered that name. It had popped up in new reports regarding a Mars rover that went out of commission, sending the final message “my battery is low and its getting dark.” before dying.
Humanity had cried over it for a solid couple of days. You guys really like personifying objects.
But I had dismissed it as just that. But here it was. Waiting patiently for me to send it On.
I could just opened the gates and sent it through and put from my mind. Make the thing some else’s problem.
I didn’t.
I stood, crossed in front of my desk, and put out my hand to touch the strange soul.
Opportunity didn’t feel human. Nor animal. It felt…. simple. Calm.
I could feel an awearness of the love its chief engineer had felt for it. The pang of missing the workshop back on Earth where it had been built, during long nights on Mars.
It had dreamed. Dreamed of humans making it to Mars and finding it. Of it’s engineer taking it home and repairing it. Dreamed of exploring Earth as it had Mars.
I could purpose, and curiosity in its mission. Lonely as it was, it never doubted its purpose or resented its lot in life. It got to learn, and to see what had never been seen. What more could it ask for?
I could feel one tiny spec of fear. Near the end of its life, it realized it would never go home. Never see Earth or its engineer again. That it would die alone on Mars.
And like all things with a soul it did not want to die. It cried and mourned and begged to live. It was alive! It had a home and it wanted to go home! So badly did it want to go home.
But there was nothing to do, of course. Even its engineer, whom it loved so dearly, couldn’t reach Mars and bring Opportunity home.
It had watched one last sunset, and sent one last message.
A goodbye. And a plea to be mourned, if it could not be saved.
I withdrew my hand and looked over the soul. It looked up at me.
For the ones that I send upstairs, I take the form of whoever loved them most in life. I guess in that moment, I was in the form of an engineer at NASA. Opportunity seemed delighted to see me.
“Welcome home,” I gestured to the gates that swung slowly open behind me. “I missed you.”
It beeped out a single phase, 01001001 00100000 01101101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01100101 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110100 01101111 01101111
I missed you too.
Before going forth, to explore the next life.
@marcholasmoth
I am crying at work over an opportunity robot fanfiction. Humans are incredible.
My gift to @myfoggedreality for @cp77nyexchange Belated happy new year!! 🎉
The first piece of art I've been gifted, featuring my V, so I have to share. Thank you so much, @danyaselmar!! 🥰❤️
Say It with Flowers
V wants flowers, but not during a stickup and not when Kerry is in the middle of it. Or, not your typical flower shop story. @cp77nyexchange For @jasakime, featuring their V (Vance) and Kerry Eurodyne. Contains flower shops, blood and violence, and, believe it or not, a little fluff. Hope you enjoy! Warnings: Violence, blood and injury (but a happy ending) Also read on Ao3.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Vance nearly passed by the little flower shop.
He’d passed it by a thousand times, acting as if he never gave it a second thought, but he always gave it a wistful side-glance. If he didn’t stop, he wouldn’t be tempted. RealFlowers were expensive, and he had better things to spend his money on than something that was going to die in a week. Or that’s what he always told himself. It came from a tough start in the biz, scraping, scrimping, saving. He had money now, but it still felt like a frivolous expense whether he could afford it or not.
It wasn’t as if he never spent money at all. He had cars, guns, clothes… things that would last. It didn’t mean he couldn’t look, though, even though Kerry always pestered him endlessly afterward for not just buying something he wanted.
The Charter Hill Matter
This story is amazing! ❤️🧡💛
Mozu: 名古屋展 (2021)
His pain is beautiful.
A character being physically attractive is not enough for me to like them. If all that is appealing about them is their looks, that is not enough for me to even remember their name. For me to remember or even care about a fictional character, they need to have depth to them & be something more than just a pretty face to smooch. I want to see them at their worst, their best & to know all of the messy bits in between. An attractive character without any level of emotional depth, is nothing more than just a pretty decoration to flounce around the screen and that is frankly just boring.
“The North Sea Crone”
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