In spirit of Halloween coming soon, I will draw anyone who reblogs this as a monster based on their blog!
In spirit of OMYGOD i wasn’t expecting so many people to reblog it in the first hour, I’m gonna limit myself to the first 150.
(but if more people reblog it and I have time, I’ll try to do more)
Okey guys, hitted the limit already. Hope I get to make as many as possible, but really, wasn’t expecting this.
You all have beautifull blogs, lots of inspiration <3
A fundraising page for John Hansen
It’s that time of year again, time to save lives by playing games. If I reach my goal, I’ll post my play session on youtube :D Sound fun?
((In my figure drawing class today, I saw a girl with a whole page of 1-2 minute gesture drawings. All of which were better than anything I could draw in an hour with the help of a skeleton and mannequin guide. 'THE HELL DO I EVEN KEEP TRYIN'!! ))
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Ahri and FutureBoy were in space, exploring a new planet, for a couple of days now, and have not made a lot of improvement, until Ahri found a map… “Hey, FutureBoy… I found this map, but I can’t seem to open it… Think you could lend me a hand?” Ahri asked…
FutureBoy picked up the map cube that Ahri was holding. It definitely wasn’t your run-of-the-mill map. It was very old looking, and covered in strange markings. He looked it over, trying to find the ‘on’ button. “Where’d you find this?” he asked
Helper Bytes were flying around the room, regulating energy levels and fetching tools as FutureBoy worked on his latest project. One byte flew up to him as he coded the device.
“So, do you mean to save your friend by yourself?”
FutureBoy looked up at the byte. “I don’t think I have a choice,…
((I made this video years ago. Back when Legacy was barely announced. Thought you guys might appreciate it.))
"So I’m sure you’ve got a story too. C’mon. Out with it."
FutureBoy looked over Gibson closely. “Didn’t… didn’t you die?”
Gibson rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. About that. Well…. Let’s just say I got better. I’m not entirely sure…
Gibson grinned. “Dax, lemmie tell you. THIS…” he gestured to himself. “Is never going to happen again. I mean, think about it. Brains, Brawn, Beauty, all wrapped up in one green-circuited package. I’m the Sea’s gift to the Grid.”
He knew what Dax was getting at. He just could pass up the opportunity. He’d let Dax push further.
Dax facepalmed with a chuckle. Gibson was just like the stories he’d heard of him. “Well, that’s definitely true, but…” Dax paused as he decided that it was probably best to just drop the subject for now. After all, Gibson wanted to hear his story. “You know what, we can talk about that later. It’s just so amazing to see another Iso back from the recycling bin.”
"Yeah, yeah Dax, there aren’t that may of us left. That’s why we have to stick together. Where you staying right now? You doing okay?"
Even though he may seem careless, he did care for his friends.
A smug grin came across Dax’s face. “Well I’ve got a nice little place cut out for me outside the city. Plus I got a neat workshop in its sublevel.”
"Niiiiiice. Sounds like a great place. Me, I’ve got Bostrum. It’s a bit of a fixer upper, but it’ll be good as new in no time. If you need anything, head over. Just, mind the infection here and there. It’s almost all cleaned up, just a few more sectors that need recoded."
He leaned against a wall, and crossed his arms over his chest. “So, tell me. I’ve been waiting. How’d you escape the… well, the you-know-what.”
When ever this subject came up, Dax always had the hardest time trying to explain it. No one on the Grid could understand if he tried to describe what actually happened, so the only thing he could say was a very over-simplified version of what happened. “Well… you could say… another user found our system by accident and ended up extracting me.”