Hello There! Sorry I Had To Contact You Through A Reblog But I Couldn't Figure Out Any Other Way To Ask

Hello there! Sorry I had to contact you through a reblog but I couldn't figure out any other way to ask you about this! I actually found out about your give-away through my good friend Kozz (According to her you're also the one that made my Magikarp plushie, which is an absolute cutie-patutie! =3) In any case I saw this and thought I would throw my hat in the ring, if you're still accepting. Obviously you're under no pressure to do anything with it. If you do happen to be interested, though, I thought I would request a picture of two of my characters, Creature and Luka together. They're quite the dynamic duo (though not romantically connected). They communicate mostly through sarcasm and derogatory comments, but stick together nonetheless. Our mutual friend has done some lovely commissions for me of both of them. Creature: http://komical.deviantart.com/art/Cats-and-Dogs-p2-342244103 (The one that isn't Nox) http://creature-of-twilight.deviantart.com/art/Commision-New-Challenger-327491774

Luka: http://24.media.tumblr.com/e0f442f9de2a7d689bfd663142830ea8/tumblr_mpai6hZJdG1qks47bo1_r1_1280.jpg

Creature is kind of a hot-head and a wild child, always swearing and fighting and bantering (though she's quite small). She is what's called a yee naaldlooshii, the navajo word for shapeshifter. She can transform into any animal, but she must have a piece of its pelt on-hand. The usual form she takes is that of a large black direwolf. Not really elegant looking, but a big mass of hair, teeth, and drool. Luka, on the other hand, is quiet, thoughtful, and pretty sweet. He tends to come across as brooding because he's shy and a little awkward, but he's mostly a nice guy. He puts up with Creature and thinks of her like a little, annoying, but wise sister. Sorry those are kind of suck-y descriptions, but I'm running short on time before the deadline. If you'd like to know more about them feel free to ask and I'll type something real up. Or you can take a gander at a little drabble I did that features the two of them here: http://creature-of-twilight.deviantart.com/art/Living-High-Chapter-1-Strays-383518081

Anyways, thanks for reading! I hope you have fun drawings, even if you decide against doing this request. --Auggie

LIGHTENING DRAWING REQUEST

I WANT TO DRAW PEOPLE THINGS

GIVE ME A REQUEST AND I’LL DRAW IT

FREE, NO CHARGE

ONLY AVAILABLE TILL MIDNIGHT TONIGHT (Eastern Standard Time)

PLEASE NOTE I WILL DRAW YOU A MINI COMIC IF YOU ASK. JUST GIVE ME A PROMPT AND I’LL DRAW IT.

Really?! Thanks a bunch! I can't wait to see what you come up with!

Message for SparkyandSnarky

Sorry I just got your message! I’ll gladly sketch up your babies! 

The Andromeda Initiative

[Author's Note: This is just an old blurb I thought I'd leave here for the night. It was actually the beginning of a role play that never took off, and I couldn't bring myself to abandon the concept entirely. So here it is, submitted for your approval!]

A quiet exhale punctured the silence, released in a puff of steam as warm breath met frigid air. It was always so cold aboard infected vessels. Space was a cold place, and the diseased usually destroyed the controls monitoring the heating system. No one could say what purpose such an action served, but many of the hordes’ actions were inscrutable. The sub-humans had been known to rip circuitry from the ship’s innards, to dismantle any and all technology aboard. They were irrational, feral, sapped of all rationality. Once the nano-virus took hold they became like sewage rats, scurrying from one dark corner to the next, springing viciously at any perceived threat. Their frontal lobes had ceased function, along with all other regions of the brain that did not control basic drives. There was no code of morals among the polluted beings, though somehow they managed to maintain nests. When food was not readily available, however, the entire pack would turn on its weakest member and sacrifice it in an attempt to satiate its growing hunger. It was gut-wrenching to see for the first time.

Luckily this was not Marlene’s first time. She was a veteran as far as sanitation was concerned. That was the politically correct term for the cleansing and destroying of an affected ship: sanitation. It made the whole process seem blithely simple, clean, efficient. Any freelancing agent with experience in the field, however, knew that to be a gross embellishment. When one of them – an artificial life form – turned, it was the beginning of a grand debacle. The nanobots circulating through its bloodstream would suddenly become agitated, releasing adrenaline and a slew of other chemicals into its brain. After that… well, the politest way Marlene could think to put it was that the Synthesete, as the beings were called, completely lost its freaking mind. The nanobots would start eating it away from the inside out, opening wounds through which to seep out with the blood. The Synthesete itself would then launch itself at anything within striking distance and attempt to do as much damage as it possibly could, creating gashes in the victim through which the nanobots could enter a new host. Then chaos ensued. It wasn’t long before the entire ship became an empty shell filled with snarling beasts. Sometimes the entire process took a week, sometimes a single day. It all depended on the Synesthete. They had all been created for specific purposes, with different DNA, so she supposed it made sense. It mattered very little, though. Once the process began there was no way to stop it. Killing the afflicted Syn didn’t seem to help. In fact, it only exacerbated the condition, as the nanobots would flood out of their old host. One of the first actions of the afflicted was to destroy the communication equipment to isolate the ship. The only hope of survival was to eject from the ship or to somehow fend off the attackers until a Sanitation Officer arrived. Chances of success for either were slim.

At least the hordes left the oxygen systems intact. Apparently they had enough sense to know that without airflow into the ship they would suffocate. It allowed Marlene to work without a cumbersome facemask that might obscure her vision. The dark hood of her suit remained draped over her head, however, as it was lit from the inside and allowed her to observe her surroundings. She tried to ignore the sound of her boots as they struck the steel bridge arching over the ship’s dark engine room. The quietness was unnerving – the boots weren’t that heavy to begin with. The entire suit was light and snug fitting. But provided ample protection as an incredibly smooth metal mesh ran through the fabric. Technology really could work wonders, the Synesthete epidemic aside. She squinted with her one good eye in an attempt to detect movement along the path. The other eye, or rather eye socket, was covered by a sleek black patch, punctuated by five red lenses that formed a cross. The missing eye was hardly her only mark of wear and tear – her entire right side, from face to thigh, was covered in long scars, relics from the past. They didn’t usually carry much pain with them, so she really had no cause to mind them.

Just as she thought she could make it to the ship’s control room uninterrupted she saw a flash in front of her. It was a person, or a former person, barreling at her with such speed that it blew her smokey hair back. With a movement so deft and precise that it barely required her attention, her hand shot to the gun in her holster, pulled it out, and fired. A brief flash of light splattered eerie shadows on the darkened walls. Energy pistols – they were delightfully efficient. Their short barrels were designed to catch and concentrate energy into a form so dense it could rip through virtually anything, including the sagging flesh of a Synesthete’s victim.

All was quiet. It appeared the creature had strayed from its flock. She let the weapon fall back into its place on her belt. With her left foot she nudged the slumped form of her target and it toppled over. They were always a gruesome sight; their hair and nails had fallen out, the bones of their fingers had been pushed through the skin and sharpened to form claws, their flesh had faded to a dirty mix of brown and gray and hung limply from their muscles. As decrepit as they might have seemed, though, they were quick and they were strong. The nanobots helped with that. Marlene gave a disgusted grunt and weaved around the corpse. In her mind she ran through her checklist. She had already swept most of the ship, and now only the cockpit remained. Sometimes she wondered why they bothered infiltrating the ship at all. They were going to blow it up anyway. But the military wanted to sweep for survivors and it wanted to export any information off of the ship before destroying it. It wasn’t her job to question procedure; she was getting paid to carry it out.

Another rustle of movement. Four more shots. Two went wide; the other two dropped two more bodies. They landed on either side of her as she pushed open the door to the Control Room. Hopefully there would be no unpleasant surprises. She was fairly certain she had taken out their main hive, which they had situated in the barracks. As long as they infected hadn’t separated into two factions only stragglers should remain. True to her expectations, nothing flew out at her through the open doors. Using the light from her hood as a guide she strode inside, breezing past empty chairs and destroyed monitors that spit angry bursts of electricity at her as she past. It took her a moment to differentiate the main control panel from the other mangled surfaces in the room. While one hand snagged another implement from her utility belt – a small, square device resembling a circuit board – the other brushed away severed cords and splayed metal casings until her nimble fingers found a slim rectangular insert. Good, the disk drive was still intact. Sometimes, if the panel was completely obliterated, she would have to spend nearly an hour rummaging through machinery to find the modern version of a little black box. Quickly she jammed her disk into the driver and waited, foot tapping anxiously. She really wanted to get out of dodge.

Then she heard it, a barely audible intake of breath, and she froze. “Dammit all!” She grabbed her pistol once more and stood poised, just waiting for a shot.

Her actions must have caused some surprise in the target, because there was a considerable din, though it was hard to locate its origin. Finally, something moved: a panel popped off the side of one of the stations. She might have fired if it were not for the terrified squeak, “Don’t shoot! Please!”

“What the hell?”

Not willing to relinquish her position of power, Marlene kept her gun trained on the spot. From the opening a hunched figure crawled out. As it straightened itself, Marlene’s brow furrowed. It was… a girl? A slip of a creature, several inches shorter than the Agent, with a short mess of inky black hair and big, pale eyes. She was quivering, pupils darting nervously around the room.

“Son of a…”  Marlene murmured, bemused. Still she kept her shot. “Who are you? What happened?”

“P-please! Don’t shoot! I didn’t do anything!” The girl replied in a frenzied rush of words. “I.. I.. They were….!” She seemed at a loss for words and her whole body shuddered.

“Christ. Calm down, kid!” Marlene grunted, lowering her weapon slightly. “Tell me what happened, and why you’re not out of your head like everyone else on this godforsaken wreck.”

Her words, though crass, seemed to comfort young woman. “Well… I… We were stationed here as a research facility. We were going about our data collecting just like always. And then… there was this other ship just kind of drifting towards us and we received an S.O.S… We tried to radio back but it seemed like… like whoever was on the ship had shut down their communication receivers. We couldn’t figure out why they would do that. So… so, the Captain sent a recovery pod with a few men in it to see what was going on. When they boarded the ship, though, we lost radio communication. A couple of minutes went by, and then the pod started coming back, but we still couldn’t get a response. So we opened the gates and then…” Her body trembled violently again and Marlene almost feared she was having some sort of spasm. “Those things they just came out! There was screaming and running and blood and it was all just a blur. I didn’t know what to do! I… One of my duties was to help with engineering on the ship and I suddenly remembered that there was a tiny compartment space in one of the stations that was used for storing logs so… so as they started coming in I just opened it and hid. There was so much noise and… and then nothing but I didn’t want to leave.” By the time her mouth had stopped moving tears were welling in her eyes. “I thought no one was going to come for me!” With that she broke down into full sobs.

“Well great Jehova.” Marlene responded simply. It had been a long time since she had found a survivor. “Just… Just stop crying, okay? I’ve finished my sweep and I’m going to get you out of here.” She reached out her hand to the other girl but, just as their fingers touched she drew back and pressed her pistol into her forehead. She had seen something, just a tiny trace of neon blue running under the ashen skin of her hand. “You’re one of them!” She spat accusingly, trigger finger itching. “You’re a Synthesete!”

“No!” The girl shrieked, collapsing to her knees. “No! I mean… yes! Yes I am! But they’re not in me, I swear! I’m not infected! Please! Please! Please…” Her words faded into a quiet whimper as she rocked back and forth, tears splashing from her eyes onto the cold metal floor.

Marlene was not inclined to believe the creature, but her instructions replayed in the back of her head. “If possible, bring any live subjects back to the base ship for inspection.”

Advancing rather menacingly, Marlene jammed her gun into the other woman’s forehead again. “You’re saying that you didn’t cause this. That the infection spread from another ship?!”

“YES!” Wept the girl, having lost all control of her emotions. She sat crouched there, arms between her knees keeping her from crumpling to the floor all together.

After a brief suspicious pause, filled with the sniffling of the Synthesete, Marlene retracted her arm. “Alright. Get up. We’re leaving.” Not willing to wait for her new charge to compose herself, Marlene yanked the smaller girl to her feet. “Walk.”

Wiping the sleeve of her suit under her eyes to dry her tears, the girl blathered, “Y-You believe…?”

“Yes. Now hurry up. We’ve got to hurry before any more of those freaks decide to investigate.” Producing yet another object from her belt, a small vial filled with glowing orange liquid. With a swift, forceful motion she dashed it against the corner of a station. A spindly crack formed at the site of the impact and the cylinder’s content began to ooze out. “Take this. Don’t touch the stuff leaking out, just stick it somewhere with lots of wires, --.” She paused, “What’s your name? The short version, not the entire serial number.

Rather reluctantly, the girl plucked up the vial between her thumb and forefinger. “Andromeda.” She responded shortly before scuttling off to insert the item in a deep gash in the control panel.

“Like the galaxy. Nice.” Marlene mused with a lopsided half-smile. As soon as Andromeda returned, however, the expression morphed into a stern one. She seized her by the wrist and hissed, “We’re going to want to run. Now!”

To her great relief, Andromeda didn’t question the order, merely kicked up her heels in a sprint as Marlene guided them back over the engine room, her free hand seeking out her pistol. Their feet pummeled the metallic paneling as they flew through the ship. If there were any of the grotesque humanoids lurking about them, neither of the women noticed. Andromeda failed to notice much else besides her human heart pumping in her chest cavity as they ran. That pulse and a lick of heat on the back of her neck. Against her better judgment, she swung her head around to look back, only to see the path behind them engulfed in an expanding inferno.

“You’re good to go outside without any protection, right?” Marlene’s breathless words jarred Andromeda’s attention from the horrifying crackle of the flames as they advanced towards them.

“Yes.”

“Good!” Shoving her pistol back in its holster to free a hand, Marlene’s gloved finger reached up and pressed the center lens on the patch over her eye. A blue screen appeared projected in front of them as they ran, the other four lenses starting to whir as they began rapidly circling the center. “Marlene! Ready for extraction! One guest!” By that time they had reached the gates that separated the ship’s interior from the cold void outside. Seemingly of its own volition, Marlene’s eye-patch began to squirm, its hems coming loose and its edges expanding over her face until the black mass covered her skin with a shell reminiscent of a gas-mask. She released her companion’s hand for a brief moment to pry open the doors before grabbing her once more. “Hold on, Andy!”

And then she leaped, and they were both suspended in the dark sky. But still too close to evade the explosion. Registering this fact, Andromeda began to panic, to squirm under Marlene’s grip. “We’re too close!” She screamed, writhing in an attempt to propel herself further from the vessel. “Stop it.” Marlene instructed calmly. The Synthesete reared her head in opposition to this instruction, but before she could continue her escape attempts a great gush of warm air overtook them and their surroundings were bathed in a cool blue light. They were floating upward, being drawn into an elephantine freighter that was stalled above them.

Red vs Blue Secret Santa: South's Christmas Escapade

My RvB Secret Santa gift for mspyro! One of the things on her list was a fic showing South in a more positive light! I really like seeing a more three-dimensional approach to her character too! A fair waringing, this is pretty self-indulgent and cheesy. I'm sorry if it's not the best thing I've ever written! If you want something better I'd be happy to tackle another one of your prompts! I hope you had a Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday/fun regular day!

A common misconception aboard the Mother of Invention was that Agent South Dakota was completely heedless.

The assumption was born naturally enough – after all, South Dakota had not historically been delicate with the feelings of others. She couldn’t be counted upon to alter her demeanor to suit the needs of others, even in the direst of situation. No matter how the dynamics around her shifted, she was still South: stubborn, abrasive, and driven .

Most people assumed that she was oblivious to social nuance, that she was too self-absorbed to pay attention to her surroundings. Either she was too dense to care what was going on with the rest of her comrades, or she just didn’t care. South was happy to let them think that. It was easier for everyone. The others didn’t need to know that when she was sitting alone in the mess hall, seemingly brooding, she was really tuning in to her own version of Freelancer Radio.

It was during one of these silent surveillance sessions that she first heard North mention Christmas.

Holidays as the twins were growing up had always morphed into huge affairs, with decorations and seasonal foods, even gifts. Birthdays, Halloween, Easter, they were escapes, excuses to celebrate, ways to make up for the family dysfunction that dominated the rest of the year. Come winter their parents practically vomited Christmas cheer over the house. There were stockings and holly and Christmas cookies; relatives swarmed like flies around a dead animal. After a certain age South had become disillusioned with the festivities, seeing them more as interruptions of her daily life than manifestations of joy.

North, however, had thrived on these occasions. He was always the one humming Christmas carols before November was out the door, the one insisting on putting the star at the top of the tree. He even liked being surrounded by extended family, even though they weren’t far from being complete strangers. South sometimes wondered if he had missed things like holidays since they had joined up. She never asked him, and he never said anything about it.

That day in the mess hall, though, she heard him, his voice warm with fondness, describing in great detail all of his fondest memories of Christmas to his excitable AI, Theta. She could hear the child-like computer program chattering excitedly, occasionally pausing to ooh and ah at one of North’s stories. South tch’d, trying hard not to be amused. She was supposed to be the sour one, after all.

“Do we have Christmas here, North?” She heard Theta asked tentatively, sounding downright hopeful for being essentially an advanced toaster.

North’s chuckle was low and comforting. “I don’t think so buddy,” he said, cheery front faltering ever so slightly. Anyone who didn’t know him as well as South did would have missed it. “It would be nice though, wouldn’t it? You know when we were little South and I were little-”

There was something about the wistfulness in North’s voice that made it claw straight into South’s ears, burrowing into her brain and ruminating there until she knew something had to be done, if only for her own conscience’s sake. People could say anything they wanted about South, but they could never say that she didn’t love her brother.

This was not going to be good for her reputation.

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The whole exploit had proven a bit more difficult than she had originally intended. She had initially hoped that no one else would have to know about her little project, but some of the tasks she had undertaken proved beyond her area of expertise.

In the end, she had to let Connie in on her secret. That was fine, she supposed. If anyone had to see her soft underbelly she was glad it was Connie. She had recruited her friend after a thoroughly exasperating encounter with FILSS. Dealing with supercomputers had never been her strong suit. Connie, on the other hand, knew how to sweet-talk the ship’s AI. CT seemed to know all of the ins and outs of the computer’s programs, and proved much more successful than South at mocking up a simulation. South might have been swayed to show her gratitude had the smaller agent not giggled when she told her what she wanted made.

“Shut up!” South snapped.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s just… so not like you!”

 “I said shut up!” She fixed Connie with her most menacing glare. “I swear to god, if you tell anyone about this I will through you straight out the airlock!”

Under that threat, Connie had been able to summon up a modicum of professionalism.

Worse than Connie, she had had to beg a favor from Wyoming. He was on the squad with the next shore leave, and she needed something from on-planet. She \ tried to convince him to switch her leave dates, but in the end the best she could manage was for him to pick up a package from her. Owing Wyoming a favor made her feel dirty enough, but the way he looked at her when he handed over the package told her he had looked inside. She hoped he could tell from her stare just where his entrails would end up if he dared bring the matter up.

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In the end, the worst part about the whole endeavor was the nerves. She stood in the training room chewing the inside of her cheek as she waited for her brother. He hoped she had gotten the note she had slipped under his door, that York hadn’t picked up it first and hid it from him like the jackass he was. She also hoped that word of her peculiar behavior wasn't spreading around the ship. A great deal of time and effort had gone into building up the persona of the tough, no-nonsense bitch, and she didn’t want the entire thing to crumble because she was caught, heaven forbid, caring about someone. And what if North thought the whole thing was stupid? That they were too old for this kind of thing? What if he laughed and shook his head and gave her that damn look like he was talking to a fucking teenager and not his grown-ass twin sister.

Hell, she was about to cut her losses and run when she heard the clomping of combat boots on the hard metal floor. No turning back now.

“South?” North called out before daring to enter. He sensed something was amiss. “Are you okay? It’s a little late for a sparring session, can it wait until –“

With his first step onto the training floor he almost choked on his words. His widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but Theta’s voice replaced his own.

“Wooow!”

There, standing in the middle of the training room floor was South. Standing behind her was a large, holographic Christmas tree, peppered with glittering colored lights. Her expression lingered somewhere between expectation and nausea.

“Merry Christmas bro.” She said in a small, sheepish voice.

“South…” For a moment she was afraid she was going to get some condescending speech. Luckily, North continued before she had a chance to aim a right hook at his face. “You did all this? For me?”

South shrugged, scuffing her boot against the floor. “Well, you and Theta. I mean, the kid had never seen Christmas, right? It’s not that big of a deal…”  

North’s grin was so radiant South worried he might pull a muscle. Before she had time to wriggle away he had his arms around her in a crushing hug. “It’s a huge deal, South.” He insisted.

“It’s amazing!” Theta chimed in, drifting over to the tree to inspect it. "So pretty!"

South clawed at her brother’s shoulder. “Get off me you big dope! Let go!” North laughed heartily at her squirming but conceded, backing away to give his sister room to breathe.

She tried her hardest to scowl at him, but she doubted very much that North believed her anger. “Alright, whatever. I guess you should open your gift now or something.”

“South…” North began again, but as soon as the box was brandished in his face he amended whatever he had been about to say to, “Is this wrapped in pages of our field manual?”

“Shut up and open it!” South snapped, and North was kind enough not to antagonize him. With Theta watching in what she hoped was computerized glee, North tore the ruined instructions on bomb disposal and rifle maintenance off of the box and popped it opened to reveal a mug emblazoned with the words “World’s Okayest Brother”.

South was once again amazed that he didn’t manage to rupture something with his grin.

“This is great, South. Really, it is. I just….”

“…. Feel bad because you didn’t get me anything. Yeah, I figured you would. I’ve got it covered.” From behind the trunk of the holographic tree she produced a second mug, this one bearing the words “World’s Okayest Sister”.            

“See? It’s like, matching or whatever. I know you like that kind of shit-“

Once again North was hugging her, mug still in hand. South started swatting at him again, but when he tightened his grip she relented and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Alright fine. But you can’t tell anyone about this, got it? Not a single person. Not York. Not Wash. No one.” North inhaled in a way she knew meant he was about to ask a question, so she explained before he could bother. “Can’t have people start thinking I’m soft or anything. They’d walk all over me.”

Her brother was smiling again. She wasn't sure how she knew, given that his chin was on her shoulder. She could just tell.

“Our secret.” He promised.

She let him hang on to her for a few moments longer before she started feeling antsy. She was getting ready to worm out of his grip with North spoke again.

“South?”

“Yeah North?”

North hesitated a minute. “You do know it’s December 9th, right?”

South scowled and socked him in the gut. Lightly. It was Christmas after all.

So, I'm kind of new here.

Hello there! It's a pleasure to meet whoever in the great wide world of the internet happens to be reading this. You can call me Auggie! I'm slightly (ha!) behind the times, so this is my humble new tumblr. I created it as a dumping ground for some of my ramblings and writings. Possibly reblogs too. I'm not really sure yet. In any case, I hope I'll have a little fun! I'll start out by posting some old short stories, I think.

For any of you that follow me and are actually real people, not spam blogs, I'm sorry I haven't been posting much content lately! Between final exams and work and Christmas stuff I've been pretty busy. Also I'm a lazy ass but that's a story for another time, Anyways I just wanted to let you know that there is more stuff coming! What you can expect to see sometime in the near future:

The second chapter of Toppling Towers, my art trade with Kozz

A fic requested by donutbitches

A fic requested by lunavakarian

Sorry it's been such a long wait guys! I'm bad people! Other stuff coming soon

An actual page with commission information

Ditto for Art Trade Info

Maybe one for requests

A queue page where I'll make a list of people I owe fics or other assorted things so everyone can be assured that I did get their message(s) and can see where they are on the waiting/priority list.

Thanks for tuning in! You can now return to your regularly scheduled tumbling.