Also For Anyone Wondering Y There's No Mechag Art If I Love Him So Much It's Cuz He's A Fucking Pain

hey I found a goldmine blog

And here is the drawing already finished I had not uploaded it for lack of time, but I hope you like it, I did not take as long as in other drawings I promise that the next will be of Toriel

And about the drawing the only thing I have to say is that it is the first time I drew a furry character and for the first time I drew him like this I thought I drew him well.

might aswell

Hey gang! I’m feeling extra generous today so reblog or reply with a picture of your oc (any fandom or ur own) and i’ll make fanart!!

if i get more than 6 then i’ll just add more boxes lel

Felt like drawing sans outside of curly's pod at the end of mouthwashing like "hey there pal", but it turned into this

You can tell cuz the borders r shaped like the pod's display (kind of)

Anyway, my 'big project' should be done by the time I either get the burst of motivation i need or I get off my ass and push through; hopefully the latter

Note: dont expect the 'big project' to be insane, its just me trying to genuinely shade and colour as best I can (along with details). So it could look shit to other good artists- and it likely will, but 'tleast I'll get some experience off of it, y'know?

as part of me and @the-selfinsert’s collab, here’s my piece

Red and Grey

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Ah..

For once, Jackpot was almost happy there was little customers. He REALLY needed this. Not to mention the fuss that damn skeleton caused earlier this week- the nerve!

..[breath]..Calm down, star.

Enough dwelling on past failures. That bottle of wine was calling his supreme, after all!

An extended hand pushes off the plush sofa, towards a displayed bottle of velvet fill.

He knew that, unlike his other counterparts, he wasn't exactly the best..hm. Let's say technician. And the price to pay for that- (not his soul, thank star!) was particularly faulty limbs, at the particularly worst times.

So, what does he do in this situation? Why, use caution of course!

Jackpot twists a strained wrist around the top of the cap, then a hand down to the middle. He wasn't exactly fond of having to curl an entire hand around things to grab them properly- but like hell was an Alphys going to see him on their doorstep.

Finally, comes the pull. Please work please work please work-

And there you have it. A full bottle of wine, all for his taking! The casino goers would be weeping, for sure.

He grabs a spare glass on the table left by him because common foresight is quite the ability, admittedly.

in comes sweeet relief. Phew, if Jackpot could describe how content he was- you'd think he wouldn't need the casino!

Ah, but enough of that. 'bottom's up!' as they say.

Down half of it, he tips upward. The sweet- almost sickly flavour of wine remains.

A sigh reverberates off 18 caratige gold, a record player exactly where his tophat lands on, revealing pure gold on his head in form of a crown. Oh, and don't forget the branding.

Some wonder- and little fools ask, "Why wear a crown nobody can see?" As if that question had any standing in the first place. Royalty, people! He was royalty! They would do well to remember that.

To be below royalty is unacceptable, even on others domain. Especially not on his. Status was power, and power was Jackpot. Really, it was quite simple.

...

..It was quiet.

He briefly considered returning to low power- yet the work day was still on, and as such; So was he. A shame, really.

Nevertheless, off-days like this are hard to come by. He should savor it- bask in it. Go over his achievements twice over, maybe even finish this glass of wine!

Ah, what a dream that'd be. To be able to mull over your own grandeur, over himself. Thankfully, reality was quite kind to the powerful. And he certainly fit that criteria. So let him relax, lay back..rest..

"Jackpot."

AHh!- Huh? Who was this- this..child? Wait. If his informants were competent, this should be core. Ah, he'd heard about them. Quite the heroic type, apparently.

"I am Frisk."

Well, he'll decide on their punishments later. For now, a good first impression must be made.

"Ah, hello, dear! My, you startled me. Though, I must ask- why have you come here? I wasn't exactly expecting visitors, ha ha." Good. Just the right amount of politeness, with the hint of urgency. He wasn't exactly thrilled about his break being interrupted.

"It's fine. Why are you trying to enter the Omega timeline?"

Ah.

"Well, you truly are as perceptive as they say. I suppose the other rumours are true then?"

"That doesn't matter. Why?"

My, would it hurt to have a little of an appetiser?

With a concealed sigh, he began. "Well, dear. Business demands. And as much as others-"

Those other mettatons he was shaming still pale in comparison, really.

"-would like to stay content with their riches, I am a man of prospect! Opportunity knocks, and I shall gladly answer. That is my reasoning, darling."

"I see. Greed."

"Correct, dear. And I'm not afraid to admit it. After all, why does anyone do anything? Greed. That voice in your ear, that voice telling you to be more- that you could be more. I listen to that voice. And look where it's gotten me. Success, riches, fame. My business is booming, and the opportunity for more- especially in the largest crossroads of the multiverse, just gladdens me. So yes, dear. It is greed."

"Ambition isn't greed."

"Oh, but they are two sides of the same coin, are they not? The only difference is one's drive. Ambition can create, greed will create."

"I've seen what you've done in the name of greed. Stop."

His smile faltered. Secrets were not kept around this child, then.

"You've done your research, then." Irritation seeps through.

"None needed. I see all. Including your exploits."

Well, that was a tad more than troublesome.

"Dear, if you're here to stop me, im afraid you'll be sorely dissapointed."

The runt child continued like he said nothing.

"You rely on secrets. Back alley dealings, corners of wealth, you control people by controlling word of mouth."

"You won't control me. Do not enter the Omega timeline. Final warning, Mettaton."

The child dissapeared. Jackpot's teeth clenched, and his grip on the wine glass nearly hardened- Mettaton? And then it did. Hundreds of tiny shards lent themselves to his furnishing. He snapped.

Jackpot stood up in a flash, an extended arm swiping the remnants of glass from the table into the red carpet beside it or the wall.

He steps out of the wreck, a foot landing on the less-than-savory carpet beneath his feet, before heading towards his offices double doors.

He widens the entryway, doors flying open as multiple paintings became visible to him. Those didn't matter.

An extended arm grabs his hat, the brim hitting his head.

Now, where the hell were those informants?

have this absolute fucking train wreck of a drawing

i messed up the shading SEVERELY but couldn’t be bothered to reshade the entire thing so i salvaged it as best as i could

i promise on my life to do way better next post

wanted to write cuz I saw this weird as fuck fic about shin goji so I needed to write smth better out of spite, fic is under cut, if ur here for my art only u can skip this post

Legendary Mechagodzilla

VS

Shin Godzilla

UFT: Unidentifiable titan

Supercharged protons disintegrated the side of mountain in which I clawed my way out of.

All systems operational.

Power at 100%.

Confirmed location: Hong Kong.

Large civilian life detected, maintain caution.

One titan detected.

Maintain civilian awareness while exterminating titan.

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It hurt. (But it always does..doesn't it?)

Organs twisting to meet themselves twice over, skin welding inwards and outwards at the same time- the same sufferingly fast pace.

Oh god, it hurts. Please make it stop.

I don't want to survive. Not like this.

Please...

Another step- this time my foot reaches through sleek metal, then softness. Maybe another crushed family.

Please..

I trudge onwards.

Red bursts out of a large mountain across the human structures from me, seemingly never ending- even clouds part for it.

Have humans really begun using new forms of constructs that can do..this?

Nevertheless.

I must live.

I don't want to..

More red appears through the smoke, 2 glowing lights- then silver, a large metal thing has come out. Boring resemblance to..

This must be humans work, then. To make something..

Something like ME.

It will not kill me. I won't allow it.

I can't allow it.

...

It seems it's noticed my presence.

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Unidentified titan.

Directive: Exterminate.

Hydraulics push forward, propulsion occurring within boosters posthaste. Optics have already deconstructed the UFT, extermination should be imminent.

Visible weaknesses:

• Weak upper body.

• Small eyes, possibly primitive peripheral vision.

• Cracked skin.

• unprotected head, focusing on jaw.

Advised battle strategy: Monopolise on UFT's flawed nature; dominate in CQC.

Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.

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The same damn explosives as humans come from rising boxes on the metallic fakes shoulders, supersized.

I brace for impact as the familiar orange pain rockets towards my ches-

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Missiles successfully hit weaknesses on the UFT. A gurgle-imitation of a roar emits, possibly pain induced.

• UFT can possibly feel pain.

• Vision neutralised.

• Mouth neutralised.

Transient strategy: Advance upon and attack while the target is wounded.

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It hurts so much- so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so s-

What just happened.

Why can't I see. Or move my mouth?

Where's the pain in my chest?

I feel bile and blood slop out my jaw in nigh-chunks. The numerous tears and scorch marks don't help.

A vile imitation of a roar makes it's way from the mechanical abomination in front, it's coming towards me now.

..no.

I won't die like this.

Blackness replaces bile.

Heat replaces blood.

I will live.

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The UFT began emitting pyroclastic flow from it's throat, an instantaneous scan of the substances molecular make-up confirmed that.

March onwards, heat could not and will not affect me. Not to any capacity.

Earlier data cross-referencing dictated a similarity to Gojira, atleast appearance wise. These scans have proven that similarity correct, even more so due to the nature of it's abilities.

Additional transient strategy: Disable throat entirely in case of possible atomic breath.

I continue forward. Drones deployed from beside my upper dorsal plates, opening fire on the UFT instantaneously.

The titan's throat was torn in too many places for respiration to occur, energy levels should decrease dramatically over a short time period.

1.3 seconds after impact occurred, the UFT recoiled and ceased production of all visible pyroclastic flow.

Additional transient strategy: Begin CQC while target cannot breathe ASAP.

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Pain is scorching down my neck in droves, I can't feel air-

My defense has ceased. The blackness pours back down my muscles in desperation.

What I see from spots of my vision I've regained is glowering re-

CRACK

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The UFT's jaw is torn from the head, landing on an empty road. Boiling blood spews from the wound onto my left hand, swirling saws vaporising any flesh they contact as i dig deeper into the UFT's upper mouth. I should reach the brain within 2.4 seconds.

UFT's blood is dangerously hot, block blood leakage ASAP to protect civilian life and reduce collateral damage.

Additional transient strategy: Pierce brain to kill.

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I can feel my jaw dissapearing- and then the sensation of my mouth being cut up like cattle.

Kill me..

NO.

I refuse. I MUST refuse. My tail- I need my tail.

Purple swirls through my muscles and slides it's way down the shaft. The tip of my tail heats up, searing fles- ignore the pain.

No- sto-

A beam fires from it, I need to hit that thing.

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Detection of atomic breath-like energy flow within tail. Prevent usage immediately.

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Finally, I can protect mys-

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SCREE-

My tail scarfs into the UFT's, paralysation incurs.

Atomic energy flow prevented.

Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.

I would make sure of it.

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Desperation.

Fear anger courses through me.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

I don't feel my tail.

I can't move my tail.

Why?

Why is nothing working?

I-

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Remains of the UFT's brain matter dissipate on contact with me.

Titan demonstrated high-speed regeneration of it's eyes.

Highly suggested transient strategy: Remove all regenerative capability immediately.

Protons supercharge and begin movement within, centrifugal force is intensified along my maw as energy swells up. Electrical currents divert and dorsal plates generate pathways upwards-

Supercharged protons fire from within my mouth- forming a beam towards the UFT.

Impact.

Subsequent heterolytic cleavage occurs.

Ionisation wreathes pairs and induces sub-atomic chaos within the UFT's cells.

Disintegration is imminent.

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Titan exterminated.

can this blog have a little more attention pls it 100% deserves it

my current avatar but a little closer

condemnation sans cuz he looks like lb

condemnation sans by @condemnationau as far as I know

concept art, wanted to see how my avatar looked with lb stuff (lazy ik)

if im not 2 then I don't know what I am

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'