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Hey, all. Well, I decided that, for a change of pace, I’d write something original. It’s just a few pages for now, but I’m putting out feelers and seeing what people think. If you’re interested, go check out the first bits of BEHOLD! A Guide for the Aspiring Mad Scientist.
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Breathtaking. Awe-inspiring. (Adulatory adjective #42 not found.)
It is never proper to keep a lady waiting, especially not royalty, and especially not a mother whose children are such remarkable psychogenetic aberrations. Thank you, Your Fecundity.
((RL friend of mine told me about this epic bit of fanart. Needed to give my two cents. Seriously, thank you so, so much.))
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((I did it! I made a Jin!
Particularly proud because i forced myself not to use a pencil. Just a sharpie pen and a box of watercolours. I just picked it up and DID it today.
Mmm Jin u my favorite praetor pls marry me already. askoldjin-gitaxias I MADE THIS FOR U))
((bluh bad quality pic tho. does it and him no justice.))
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You're adorable, you know that? Also, your face is on fire. Just so you know.
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First prototype is ready for use!
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You have captured their very essence. Exquisite. Truly exquisite.
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((Just a reminder that not all my blogs are defunct. :) ))
Guild Collaboration (Gatecrash spoilers)
Just because I no longer feel like waxing praetorian (which is like waltzing Matilda, but with fewer billybongs and more syringes,) doesn’t mean I won’t make use of Tumblr whatsoever. For example, with all ten Return to Ravnica guild keywords brought to light, that means I can find ways to staple them together.
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OOC: My apologies
((Hello, everyone.
((I regret to inform you that, once again, I am leaving Tumblr. This time, it is not addiction, but indifference that drives the decision. It's just not fun anymore, and there's no reason to keep doing this if it isn't fun.
((My sincerest apologies to my dear friends. To have reappeared and vanished again in so brief a span... To paraphrase a man this website has canonized, I am no doubt tearing you apart, Lisa.
((It was fun until it wasn't. So long, and thanks for all the science.
((Jinmod))
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Because nothing says trust like a double fistful of necromancy and demonic runes etched into your skin. Brilliant plan, Miss Vess.
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Despite the glow-y magic stuff, I’m finding it hard to feel threatened by her presence.
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"Foolish. The concept is not literal. This conversation makes me want to break something. Or feed your Deceiver Exarch to my Rubblehulk!"
And it makes me want to teleport your brain out of your skull, since you're clearly not using it. That, or introduce you to one of my sister's hex parasites. Maybe both.
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"My age and worldly view have nothing to do with my power. My power is the essence of my destiny, the hallmark of freedom. And what I've been gifted with to ensure that worlds taste their own inner selves, and dip their toes in the lakes of passion."
Phyrexia is my world's inner self. Go down one of the lacunae if you don't believe me.
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"What do you seem to be? An abomination of the worlds of yore? Skulking in the shadows of your lab. You remind me of a certain somebody."
Essentially, yes. You, meanwhile, appear to be a brute who lucked into powers you no doubt squander on petty anarchic frippery. Are we through trading introductory insults, or would you like to keep going?
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You've mentioned making adjustments and upgrades to your physical form before, and that has me wondering: If you were to undergo a complete overhaul, what would be the smallest amount you could be reduced to where you would still remain "you", ie, what is the physical seat of your consciousness? I'd imagine it would be your brain, or at least a part of it. Then again, would you even care if your consciousness was snuffed out during this renewal, so long as your knowledge remained intact?
A question on the nature of identity? Not exactly what I was expecting, but I'll give it a go. I'm no philosopher, but I could likely encode my consciousness into a small amount of glistening oil. Remember, it is as much a data storage medium as it is a means of phyresis. In theory, the Gitaxias-infused oil could implant my ego into just about anything to which it was exposed.
Hmm. That's actually an intriguing line of inquiry. I may have to look into this...
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It appears that most of your creations use a neural-based processor or "brain", either an actual organic brain or a design closely based upon it. Have you ever considered using digital processors? There's a lot to be said about the versatility and adaptability of organic neurons, but for pure processing power and scalability, I think there's a lot going for digital designs. I'm sure a mana-based processor could make even quantum computers look downright antiquated.
I've seen diagrams of some interesting uses of semiconductive materials in my online research, but for now we lack the manufacturing capacity and precision techniques needed to make them. Besides, magic more than compensates for the messiness of wetware.
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On a scale between 1 and Vorniclex, how repulsive is your odor?
Hmm. As I've noted, the relative objectionability of an odor is largely relative. It all depends on how one reacts to the smell of chlorine, solder, and glistening oil, which is not unlike petroleum.
Granted, there is an element of gore immediately after a biopsy, but I try to decontaminate soon afterwards.
And Vorinclex, yes, I am aware of the continuing trend of passive-aggressive anonymous questioners insulting you through questions to me. I am not responsible for them.
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I bet you would be an epic break dancer.
If I were so motivated, I suppose I could. I am, however, not. Whether you lose the bet or not will have to be discussed with whoever you were betting with.
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I'm sure I can find a use for these...
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Why Urabrask speaks so little if he's the red praetor? Should he be wordy and all over the place? Also, when he does speak, is it worth it?
Urabrask sulks in the Furnace Layer because he finds himself conflicted. Emotion and empathy plague him, making him doubt his role. Sadly, we have no one better to manage the Furnace's infrastructure.
When my quiet brother does speak, it is often with insights that none of the rest of us think of. His unique perspective has been useful in the past, but whether it outweighs the liabilities of emotion remains to be seen.
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Dance for us!
No.
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