Thoughts On Robots And People And How Maybe The Little Rituals We Do To Show We Care Don't Have To Actually

"She's a walking fucking warning is what she is. Something you can tell your kids about so they don't go fucking with the transport vehicles, so they stay away from the facilities. I mean, she should have died, but I guess this makes a better story, huh?"

Desmona (she/her), the outcast turning to the desert to survive.

Info:

Was the third to join the group, initially it was just her, Sprocket, and Glass

Used to live in a mining town where they were drilling the liquid, magical energy substance that sits mostly under the surface of the planet

During an accident where one of the vehicles transporting this substance crashed, spilling out its contents, Desmona came in contact with a high amount of it

Instead of killing her, as it most certainly should have, it became a part of her

The energy is wild, impossible to control. It bursts out of her randomly and destructively, and she was driven out of her town as a result

Sprocket and Glass found her not long after

Glass is immune to the magical energy she can't help but wield, and Sprocket is somewhat resistant towards it

She latched onto them quickly because of that, glad to be around people she couldn't hurt

Sprocket and Glass eventually made the armor that can help contain the magic

Desmona is fairly withdrawn, especially around new people

When the group needs to travel into towns, she usually keeps to herself

She knows her mask makes her look somewhat strange and off-putting, and she's VERY happy to lean into that

She's very sweet though, despite all that

She gets along well with both Sprocket and Glass, but she's especially close to Glass

Since Glass is very curious about humans and different cultures and food and languages, Desmona is happy to teach em what she knows. She picks up on sign language pretty fast so they can talk without having to go through Sprocket.

They do a lot of cooking together

She also learns how to wield a spear from Glass

Desmona is very much a pacifist, but she knows it's important to protect herself, and it feels good to be able to do that in a way she can control

She doesn't want to hurt anyone, and hates the fact that now it feels like some kind of default state for her

Lineart for what will eventually be a painting of my latest DnD character, Xylem!

Xylem is a wooden robot traveling through a post-apocalyptic, mushroom filled landscape. As they go from town to town, they write down what they see, interview locals, and record the story of a world living in the shadow of what it once was. She's accompanied by a weevil friend, Phloem, who has decided she's close enough to a tree, and bores holes in her outer casing to reside inside.

DMed by the great @glacierruler :)

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

if you're trying to get into the head of your story's antagonist, try writing an "Am I the Asshole" reddit post from their perspective, explaining their problems and their plans for solving them. Let the voice and logic come through.

The most detailed and clearest shot of the third quarter Mineral Moon.

"I captured around 50,000+ images over 186 GigaBytes of Data which almost killed my laptop with the processing."

working on this more, finished product will end up on the store

I feel you there. I think that's what's been keeping me from writing recently is that, what happens when there are no other directions for them to go? It feels like funneling the characters in a specific direction... even when it's the decision you're most certain the characters would have made in the moment.

It's like, you're there with the characters as decisions are made. And then you step back and suddenly you're aware that the only decision being made is your own. And idk why but it sucks the adventure out of writing for me sometimes.

Interesting! Idk how much I can relate to this specifically, but yeah that feeling of "what happens when there are no other directions for them to go" definitely stuck out to me. Writing things down is how we communicate and share ideas, obviously, but it also cements them and closes down other possibilities. Not necessarily a bad thing because that's just... the nature of things, but it is an interesting dilemma to me.

Intro!

Hey I'm Duck! (it's a nickname) I use they/them and ey/em pronouns, no preference but it does make me happy when people use the neos. I'm a big fan of all things sci-fi, surrealism, western, and supernatural. My biggest passion is writing, but I also like to draw, paint, and embroider!

This is my art/writing/oc/kinda just generally creative side-projects blog, stuff I feel like keeping separate from my main. If you do want to follow my main, it's @duck-in-a-spaceship (i have a theme going). I mostly post fandom stuff over there, but also just whatever else I feel like.

My main project right now is a worldbuilding thing called Deslotair! Just wrapped up the main character introductions

This will get more link-filled as we go on and I want to compile things, but right now it's gonna be pretty empty!

Tags~

#reblog for reblogs

#planet deslotair for that project

Trigger warning will be tagged with "tw ___" I'll cover the obvious ones, but let me know if you need something tagged!

Inktober 2024 - Day 8: Hike

character design kicking my ass rn

ocean exploration robots!!