All flesh and blood. What do you think I am? One of those older pets modified with machinery? I was designed with the latest fashions in mind, and entirely organic.
We had a saying, which goes “When everything changes, nothing changes,” you see? When everything changes, nothing changes. But all this? This… isn’t what we had in mind.
…okay I was just kidding. But anyway, I felt like drawing fan art for the game as though it were a manga or comic. If I had more time I would draw a background, but I don’t have enough time unfortunately :( So here’s a halftone version and a version without any halftone filters (and minus the speech bubble). Enjoy!
“The coolness of metal, flexing inch by inch the ways down his arm - subtle as flesh, yet powerful, immortal. They say he is changing, that his self is diminishing - but no. To Royce this is an awakening, a return to a form he knows this body was intended to be. At last he can make of his body a temple, a dedication to a force greater than his own.”
jagdstorm (and swordboyfriend) and I were talking body mods in Cloudbank, and then naturally we got onto the concept of how human Royce is and, furthermore, have you considered accepting a Transistor/DX:HR crossover into your life?
Long story short, an AU where Royce gradually augments himself to me likely more silicon than person, starting in his college years (hence the long hair) and helped, no doubt, by a confused but nonetheless helpful Grant. Having the contacts he does sure helps get the surgeries done after all.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transistor (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Royce Bracket Additional Tags: drug mention Series: Part 4 of Become() Summary:
So, it’s my birthday, and I always post fic on my birthday. Except lately, I haven’t been finding as much joy in writing, which sucks. And I was tossing up glumly between either putting up a chapter of OLOH and then not having any OLOH for ages and ages or finishing the Dualscar/Mindfang + Dolorosa fic and my response to either was just: UGH. UUUUUGH.
So I said fuck it, and wrote the fic of my heart. This is a fic I’ve wanted to write for a while, my dumb cyberdeco pro-transhumanist girl meets sword and that’s enough fic. It’s a Transistor fic, so I expect like four of you will read it and three of those people will not care, but. I don’t care. I don’t! I found happiness in writing something, and that is what I was aiming for. Happy birthday to me.
An eagle on my back, in fact. It surprises people, but do remember that I did get her some thirty years back. - Administrator G. Kendrell.
[FILE ATTACHED] Who doesn’t? I’ve got some flowers on my ankle, but my favourite’s this. I’d show you more of it but, you know - you probably don’t wanna see that. Or you do, which good for you but you’re not getting it. - SR x
ah, ever-growing - numbers on the inside of my arm, you know. pi of course. i add one now and then, you see, maybe if I live long enough it’ll go down to my toe? - royce
I’m fond of flowers and needed something covered. My right arm’s covered in flowers big and small, quite fetching really. I’ve added to it over the years, now and then, but less often these days. - A. Kendrell
“Well I am - afraid that it is no, longer, possible for me to leave. I’m not alone in here mind you, not alone at all. But. You wouldn’t hear them from where you are. Sybil… let me in. Pulled me, really, but it was an invitation in… good spirit.”
The Camerata from start to finish: a dramatic mix for gaining and losing control of Cloudbank. Strings and jazz and moody pop.
in the hall of the mountain king (trent reznor & atticus ross) ◊ middlesex times (michael andrews) ◊ tu misterio (gotan project) ◊ let’s kill tonight (panic! at the disco) ◊ blow — deconstructed (ke$ha) ◊ get the party started (dame shirley bassey) ◊ obsessed (kohei tanaka) ◊ the fog (parov stelar feat. jerry di monza) ◊ duro y parejo (bajofondo tango club) ◊ gold (sir sly) ◊ a merry life and a short one (brian tyler) ◊ leaving today (the divine comedy) ◊ finale from NINE (maury yeston)
I wasn’t feeling that old transistor sketch of mine anymore and I wanted to make at least one print for some upcoming conventions. ‘Cept noooooooothing stuck. I kept trying to draw something reflecting how sad the game is. But I wasn’t feeling it. Then I tried to make her badass. Nope.
Then I figured I’d capture that little moment in the break area with the hammock. Cause it’s just so perfect.
I really need to like … finish drawings sometimes, ya know
figured I’d give my hand at coloring again. I don’t think it’s that bad actually. he’ll probably be up on red bubble as a sticker or something if you want.
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Transistor (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Asher Kendrell, Royce Bracket, Grant Kendrell, Sybil Reisz, Red, Breach, Fifth Additional Tags: Mecha Au Summary:
The Process awakened and gave them the key. They fought first with weapons, but the Process were wily and understood. Before long a bright engineer used the key to cast from the Process itself a shield and weapon both - called simply the machines, they held a portion of the power he himself had let into the world. Able to resist and counter the Process, these machines held back the tide of Process, though for many, it was already too late.
Even such a thin hope comes at a great price, however. In order to contain the power, a trace is required - a ghost for the machine, a sacrifice. It is the duty of the pilot to reconcile with the ghost of a loved one, and take the fight back to the creatures who once served them.
