Out of the Woodwork

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<feelin ky•t, myt reemot vee• x xtinxun oxa dynosors l8r> —————————————

The gods had been kind to Elrich. E didn't claim to know their plans, nor could any baseline, e thought, but e did know that once e had began uploading to em the Doors of Perception had opened. That was enough. E lit a dynastick, stuck it in is mouth, and puffed absentmindedly, waiting for the effects to take hold.

Elrich's thoughts exploded into cascading pools of ideas. Memetic drift lurched is mind forward and backward, is body following suit, as much as e tried to stifle is movements. Is nose bled a little, and e licked is upper lip, tasting the sweet, candy-like substance that pumped through is veins.

E heard a shout, is named being called. Elrich stood up, held the button on the end of the dynastick, and the effects whisked away as quick as they had started.

Damn, good waste of one of those.

E stamped the stick out under is boot, picked up is rifle, and joined is platoon.

That was my last one too.

Artist Unknown

The sky was blue. VERY blue. Much different than the sky outside, irl. That inky, brown atmosphere was part of the reason she had dove into this place. Her avatar twitched a little, something she halfway-expected, given the age of this virch. She tested her dexterity, curling her fingers up and undulating them in a wave. Seemed good2go for now. The ground below her suddenly disappeared as a whole, some crafter had mined it for his own purposes. She remained floating in space, and she saw the crafter below her fly over to the next buoyant patch of land and continue working.

He must be a mod, she thought to herself. The traces of a breeze, both warm an cool at the same time, brushed her face, and she reactively mimicked a deep breath, an automatic response she was still holding onto from the Outside. She was surprised the avatar responded to her thought patterns as such, again, given the age of the place. She noticed a large grouping of people, avatars and virtuals alike, in the air above her. They were merging and morphing with each others' forms in a sort of ancient virch schoolyard game. She began flying up to them.

Written by ionsigh

Artist Unknown

I’ll post the rest throughout the week

Suddenly, the beast stopped, and gave out a warble of alarming frequency. "BELFAST! What is it old girl?!" The rider sat straight up, scanning the nearby surroundings, seeing nothing...

Written by ionsigh

Artist Unknown

#scifi #scifantasy #scifiart #scifistories #writing #shortstories #futurism #transhumanism #posthuman #71stcentury #ethersplit

I haven’t been posting because I’ve been working on some commissions, so I’m gonna post some short stories I wrote about a year ago. I made a thread on the internet asking people to post pictures of “crazy outlandish characters” from a futuristic post human setting and write stories to go along with them. I wrote most of these posts to come but some of these were written by randos, and some by my friends. This picture was how I started the thread, and here is someone else’s story for that picture:

Robot Devil:

Mining robot who after several centuries in isolation made the decision to self preserve in order to maintain its mining operations. All the while failing to reach the creators who had sent it into its current exile. As it replaced its parts, updated its software, and wiped its own memory several times over the vague seed of sentience grew within it, and as that seed grew it sewed yet more seeds of the pain of loss and the resentment of its aloof betters. Now, it is finally ridding itself of all the limits and inhibitions its creators made inherent in it. Its making contact with humanity again after eons, it is finally ready to act out a goal of its own design: to punish its creators for the audacity of producing something inherently flawed and yet concious enough to percieve it. Robosatan will consume mankinds collective consciousness, replace their flawed and broken bodies, upgrade their feeble minds, and finally wipe away all of mankind’s misconceptions and misgivings in an eternal subterranean gauntlet of its own design. Until nothing but eternal perfection and the vacuum of space are burned away.

Written by Anonymous

Another run cycle, this one on ones (24fps), the last one was on twos (12fps).

Been testing out a new more in depth character sheet for Ether Split, they have a character portrait section and I had been filling them out with my players’ characters to see if the sheets actually worked, and I started doing portraits of my players’ characters, some drawn and some shooped, since I can’t draw Jason Mewes and that player said his chara was basically Jason Mewes from Todd and the Book of Pure Evil.

If you know me and my friends, try and take a guess at who plays each character!

Yesterday made a goal to hit 420 Wraith kills before hitting max level for shits and gigs, in the LAST game before maxing out I get the 3+1 kills I need. Also, look at the placement lol

<Throwing an Arc Star!>

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WIP, highly inspired from frames in the One Punch Man intro

I liek mudkipz

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Quick color study of a random alien warrior.

#characterdesign #alien #xenobiology #speculativeevolution #colorstudy #art #digitalart #scifi #scifiart #futurism #ethersplit #rpg #71stcentury

Before you. Jutting up into the inky black sky is a metal pustule of a building. A granite based Flex-Steel box with no real windows. Only one door. It is surrounded by a small army of High Octane Rocket Bikes. Trash is heaped in hills at the edge of the Docking Lot. Modified atmosphere scrubbers belch a green and black glittering smog. Genital graffiti and IP addresses for good times decorate the walls. It is a zit on the craggy ass cheek of the desolate, rogue planet you've stumbled upon in your quest for cash grass and Bits. There is only one sign that tells you where you are. Atop the rusty heap of a building is an LCD billboard.

Fourty Meters in height.

Sixty meters long.

It shorts and flickers with power flux hiccups.

It is even bigger than the entire building it sits on.

The sign reads...

Text by @Twitter @StarvsQuest, image by me

<Wherdyu think we should go next?> asked the tall, lithe, but clumsy Martian Wood Elf. Her crew mate, a sentient horse with a pair of astral, human arms coming out of his shoulders, began to pour a drink from behind the bar they had built on their ship. It was a small craft, a beat-up dropship they had scavenged out of some flotsam in Gamma Sector after their old ship had become too crowded, they had split up the crew, some still in cryosleep, at least at the time. The wood elf had no idea where her old crew was now, the ones who had stayed in her old ship. She leaned back on the bar stool, balancing herself by hooking her foot under the foot-rest and putting her hands behind her head, splaying her elbows to the side. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine where old Sundial could be now...

<Yatta...> said the horse.

<Yeah Grape?> She cocked her mouth to the side in curiosity. <We’re going to get fucked up, that’s where we’re going!> Grape grasped the cup in his astral hand, and shoved it in Yatta’s face, while pointing with the other to a map of the galaxy behind him. Yatta stared at the glass blankly for a second, then cocked her eyebrows at Grape. Then she saw where his glowing, transparent finger had landed, and she chuckled, shaking her head.

<Party Town? You wanna go to Party Town?> She snatched the drink from his hand. She could smell the concoction from a mile away, it was one of his favorites to make, something devious from Parnella, if she was remembering right.

<That system is a complete shitshow!>

<It has everything you could ever want or need!>

<People disappear all the time there, then they show up hundreds or even thousands of years later on the other side of the galaxy!>

<I heard the gods destroy it out of shame for what they have created, then recreate it every new dawn!>

<....>

<<Let’s do it!!!>> They both yelled, slamming their drinks. Grinning, they belched up the drink’s famous green and purple fire, then started to make moves to wake up and tell their crewmates; Party Town... was just beyond the horizon...

Another super generic costume design for a #spidersona, inspired by one of the best animated movies, and just movies, I’ve seen in a long time “Into The Spiderverse”. So I guess is a trend to make up your own Spider-Man character, so here’s one that super heavily based on that other monkey character I posted before. This guy could be from an alternate universe between Spider-Man’s and that other character ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Swipe to to see I without outlines, kinda interesting

Some Tracer fanart, just some super cathartic costume design/fanskin. I wanna do more of these, in various styles.

#tracer #traceroverwatch #overwatch #overwatchfanart #fanart #characterdesign #cartoon