Another Spine. I draw SPG so often because I like ‘em. You can leave a complaint in the complaint-box but I don’t check that shit! (⌐■_■)
Accessing Walter WiFi…
NumberOneSilver: I have located woodworm problem in Walter Manor NumberOneSilver: Also, a floor needs repairs ClockworkCopper: He’s fallen and he can’t get up lol NumberOneSilver: Not helping, Rabbit.
This took much too long to finish and I am sorry for that. I hope it might be worth the wait though…
Rabbit sighed a curl of steam, pulling her legs closer to her chest as she watched the ducks swim around the lake at the Manor’s private cemetery. As she heard someone approach, she wiped the black oil from her cheeks in anger.
The gentle breeze softly ruffled the hair of the Spine as he lay in the field
[AN: This fic is inspired by Photographic Memories and may contain The Feels]
He
reached over and picked it up. The fastening clips were still intact.
Good. He didn’t like being bare-headed. It made people stare and treat
him like a thing.
The downside to always wearing hair was that he
was not used to putting it on, so it took him three tried to
You guys have been making too much amazing art. Calm down. You’re making me want to just have a day where we feature all of you!
…but seriously, don’t stop.
Make art about robots, and about the humans beneath the metal. Draw sound guys with dreads or scales, mixing music or breathing fire. Make Walter Workers with or without white-stained skin and blue-streaked hair. Feature baby giraffes and pixelated smiley faces and sonic interface AI’s. Give us your
Please don’t start drama with this. My sole goal was smiles. That kinda failed, too. I don’t want it to fail harder.
Story time for anyone who cares:
Once upon a time, I had the vague idea of sending bunnybennett some SPG-themed ear bling in black and red. I didn’t want there to be any mistakes so I sent her an ask about whether she was going
Please don’t start drama with this. My sole goal was smiles. That kinda failed, too. I don’t want it to fail harder.
Story time for anyone who cares:
Once upon a time, I had the vague idea of sending bunnybennett some SPG-themed ear bling in black and red. I didn’t want there to be any mistakes so I sent her an ask about whether she was going to pierce her
The Spine expanded his awareness from internal systems to external stimuli. What there was of his thought processes encompassed, What have they done this time?
60%….
Ever since the military decided he should have a stealth reconnaissance form, they had done things with his humanoid body or his snakelike spine-self. They just couldn’t help themselves. His robot siblings
[Pls note: I’ve been sitting on this idea for 48 hours :D]
The following post is sourced from sweet ffffffffffffffffffffresh nothing-at-all :D
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This December was beyond brutally cold, but it was not the driving wind that made it so. Nor was it the sleet and snow that threaten to obfuscate all visibility outside their abode.
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