"Enough Lounging, I Need To Keep Moving." // Vikas Chander

Deslocar Playlist!

Still very much a work in progress, but long enough I figured I'd share. Filled with strange tunes, some western stuff, character songs, and some story themes if ya know where to look.

Tags: @glacierruler

Some notes on black holes for a short story I have in the works. Not going for too hard of sci-fi. I know some of the basic rules here but am also going to be breaking and twisting them around a bit. Really, these are some very, very basic notes. I'm more interested in sensation and experience than knowing a bunch of complex physics, with a dash of the right vocabulary to make things seem smart.

I was scrolling through your blog and saw a yellow themed ask game. Are you still taking questions for that?

Yeah go for it! I don't really consider ask games to have an expiration date, as long as I remember what you're talking about lol

Baily's Beads during the solar eclipse of March 29, 2006 as seen from Türkiye // Tom Victor

Scavengers art! I imagine this one would be pretty early after Desmona joins them, before she has the armor and all that. None of them really know what they're doing yet, they're just trying to coexist as best as they can. Glass and her do a lot of the cooking around here, but Sprocket likes to help pick the ingredients. She needs her nutrition, goddamnit!

Tags and text transcript below the cut

Sprocket: It's bone broth, from an aurack. It has calcium in it.

Desmona: Oh cool. That's nice.

Sprocket: Did you know calcium is good for your bones?

Desmona: Uh, yeah.

Sprocket: That's good.

Taglist: @glacierruler

scrap heap (computer country)

It's soooo funny to me when people draw robots kissing and they're just sort of smashing screens or cameras against each other. What is that accomplishing? What is that doing for them??

Although on the other hand I think it's kind of significant how this shows bots mimicking human actions even when logically it doesn't make sense. No one taught us intimacy but I guess this is how it's done. Do you feel it? No me neither but I've never seen another way. Maybe if we keep trying the right sparks will fly. I'm trying to tell you I love you by the way. If that can be enough.

Fuck. What was I saying?

work in progress//

Interstellar dust in California Nebula © cosmic_background

"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