#the broken variable

god I FEEL that TvT I've had way too many side blogs that I'd rather just switch with the main wehhhh

Vindication! I’m starting to lean that way, but the logistics... mmmrmfgl

@rockman-xavier, @thegatesofinfinitespace, @the-broken-variable

IT IS. MY SON. AND ONE. OF HIS MANY BROTHERS.

Psi is my AU X from Megaman X. Long story short, his AU starts with the Bad End from X5, and goes on into a huge thing that barely resembles canon anymore, as what happens when you RP with a bunch of different people in the fictional multiverse. 

While RPing him, and MZ, I met my wife, Kara, and made many friends that have shaped the way I RP today, and how I approach my writing. ^v^ Xavier was Pandy’s AU X, who went through a similar starting experience to Psi, and both characters bonded really well. 

It was fun to draw these two again, as it’s been a few years since I’ve done this~ ^v^ 

As with all of my art, I have some guidelines:

Please do NOT tag as KIN, SELF, ETC.

Please do NOT copy, trace, crop, repost, etc.

Please do NOT use this for icons without asking me first.

Please do not remove my captions!

@the-broken-variable

Things were winding down for the night in the labs. Only the skeleton crew remained at their stations on over time or had drawn the short straws for that particular shift. 

One such repeat offender of the latter seemed to be Phoebe. The red head fumbling with the shutter keys of the loading bay and a Styrofoam box of dry ice propped in her arms, ready to be poured in the large, square disposal cradles that constantly spewed an icy mist around their bases as their contents slowly evaporated. 

She didn’t much like heading out in to the store yard around this hour by herself. It always gave her the vibe that someone was watching her among the rows of containers. More than many times she also cared to admit, she’d been startled by the local fox droid on its way to terrorise the local vermin population.

Looking both ways to make sure that wouldn’t be the case again, Phoebe would be happily convinced the coast was clear of her small, bushy tailed nemesis and then meander forward, dumping out the box and kicking up the contents in to a brief flurry of ghostly vapour.

“This is getting expensive.” She’d huff and complain to herself quietly, looking at the mound of wasted ice in the container. “Need to get on the newbies about that.” Making a quick mental note and clapping her hands free of the boxes remnants. 

Turning on her heel, she’d make her way back towards the shutters, taking a moment to actually enjoy how unusually peaceful the urban night seemed as a clear sky let the full moon shine down and accompany the orange neon glow of Abel city.