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absolute-eyesore · 3 years

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Four gifs that are largely laid out the same way; a pastel holographic skeleton with horns, a beanie, metallic jacket, and headphones around their neck, to the left of the screen on a pixelated background in blue, green, and purple tones. The skeleton is turned to face the viewer, a dark green speech bubble with bright green text hovers up and down beside their face.

The text is all that changes between these images, and reads as follows:

"Hey, you there. My name is Hollow and I'd like a moment of your time if you don't mind." 1/4

"I'm unemployed due to pandemic reasons, and my previous source of income has been completely tapped. Looking for remote work... Pretty abysmal as well." 2/4

"To try and make ends meet to some degree, I come to you offering my services as an artist. I specialize in digital illustration, photo editing, and I have some basic animation skills as well." 3/4

"Let me show you what I have on offer... " 4/4

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The same skeleton from before, now in front of a semi-transparent blue background with pink trim overlaid on top of the pixelated background. The hovering text bubble has moved up to beside their horns, and has become slightly smaller.

To the right of the scene, a squared image cycles through five stages of a piece, starting with a basic sketch then going to color, inked, full render, and ending in render with background.

The text in the speech bubble reads

"Shot from the shoulders up, either front-facing or 3/4 view. Alternatively, a 1600x1600 piece of your proposed concept."

The text on the price table reads as

"Basic Sketch: $6 (+$5 Extra Character)

Color Sketch: $12 (+$10 Extra Character)

Inked: $20 (+$15 Extra Character)

Full Render: $25 (+$20 Extra Character)

Render & BG: $35 (+$25 Extra Character)"

/end ID]

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The same format as before, with a mid-body art example cycling through where the portraits had been previously, with the title "Mid-Body" in pink text above it.

The text in the speech bubble reads

"Shot from the waist up, either front-facing or 3/4 view. Alternatively, a 2600x1600 piece of your proposed concept."

The text on the price table reads as

"Basic Sketch: $10 (+$8 Extra Character)

Color Sketch: $20 (+$15 Extra Character)

Inked: $30 (+$20 Extra Character)

Full Render: $40 (+$25 Extra Character)

Render & BG: $50 (+$30 Extra Character)"

/end ID]

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One more image in the same format as the last two, with a full body image cycling through examples with the title "Full Body" above it in pink text.

The text in the speech bubble reads as

"Full shot, pose negotiable, otherwise front-facing or 3/4 view. Alternatively, a 2600x1600 piece of your proposed concept."

The text on the price table reads as

"Basic Sketch: $20 (+$15 Extra Character)

Color Sketch: $30 (+$20 Extra Character)

Inked: $40 (+$25 Extra Character)

Full Render: $50 (+$30 Extra Character)

Render & BG: $ 65 (+$35 Extra Character)

/end ID]

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The backdrop has changed to pink lines with pink text resting on top of the dark blue overlay.

The speech bubble reads

"Naturally, there are boundaries and other things you should know..."

The pink text reads

"Payment via PayPal

Delivery in 3-6 weeks

Delivery via Email

Relevant progress updates

No explicit sexual content. Suggestive and/or lewd art is acceptable.

Must be 18+ to commission NSFW content. Minors who try anyway will be ignored.

Any project may be turned down for any reason, be it discomfort or inadequate skill to deliver.

Final product will be shared across the social media platforms unless specifically requested not to.

No refunds unless the project cannot be completed."

/end ID]

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The speech bubble reads

"Here's how you can contact me, as well as other places you can support me."

A page of different icons now rests on the blue overlay. Three small icons with text beside them, and three large icons across the bottom.

The three small icons are an email icon, the discord icon, and the tumblr icon, respectively. The three large icons are for Threadless, ko-fi, and bandcamp, with the avatar icons from the relevant accounts beneath the titles.

Email: [email protected]

Discord: vaporwavelich#5675

Tumblr: @vaporwavelich / @absolute-eyesore

Threadless: thepolyesterfriends

ko-fi: vaporwavelich

bandcamp: thepolyesterfriends

/end ID]

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A final image, returning to the appearance of the first four with just the horned skeleton on the pixelated background with the large speech bubble beside their head.

The text in the bubble reads

"Thank you very much for your time. Please, if you are at all able, feel free to message me to inquire about a commission. If not, reblogs help to boost my reach. Stay safe, and have a good evening."

/end ID]

further examples of my art skills can be found on this blog. 100% of the glitch content that comes from here is original content, including the photos being edited. the images in this post are an example unto themself. as well. as you can see, i put a lot of work into the content i produce. contact me for something and you're sure to get your money's worth.

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chiauve · 7 years

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Algernon - Day 7

(Note: I’m bullshitting my way through the computer and cyborg stuff and no one can stop me!)

A too-bright override command smacked him in the face and he swatted it away. Whoever this guy was he wasn't an amateur, but Jet was a human mind and couldn't just be hacked into, and with the loss of…everything else Jet could focus wholly on his defenses. But for how long? To what end?

There was a "back door" that would override the human component and give access to the cybernetic brain, an emergency port that Black Ghost had used liberally once he learned how to control his cybernetics. Gilmore sealed it up long ago, but it was standard for Black Ghost models and Jet really hoped this guy wasn't familiar with them.

It wouldn't come to that. Transmitter or not, the team wouldn't give up looking for him. He just had to hold on for a bit, they'd find him somehow. If they were alive.

Stop that. They were fine, they always won, they'd already sacrificed…

Oh god, Albert…

Sorrow turned to rage and Jet flung open the door and reached out into the invading computer. Programming and computers really wasn't his thing, but he knew how to just instinctively react towards them and let the cybernetic secondary brain translate whatever he did into something viable. He grabbed hold of the foreign computer, twisted, and then yanked.

The man jumped as his computer crashed and Jet felt satisfaction at his dumbfounded stare. The screen turned back on, black save green text.

_I SAID F U C K O F F_

Jet's triumph was short lived as the dumbfounded expression turned to elation.

"It defended itself. It attacked my system in defense! This AI is incredible!"

Wait, what? AI?

Hardly stymied, Jet's new personal nemesis promptly began to get his computer back up and running. He unplugged Jet after the first attempt when Jet tried to trash the BIOS.

Jet wanted to scream. The motions occurred as his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted and opened, but no sound came out. The man glanced up, not at all threatened, then merely reached out and shut his mouth.

"Glitchy thing…" he muttered.

Damnit, I'm not glitchy, you idiot! I'm a human being!

His computer back online hours later, the stranger called it a day and left, shutting off lights in his wake and leaving Jet alone in the dark. It sounded like the man walked up wooden stairs behind him, like he was in a basement, but Jet couldn't turn to look. There was something highly disconcerting about being unable to turn one's head. Amazing what Jet took for granted sometimes.

With this reprieve he tried to get some semblance of order in his systems. He ran diagnostics; they failed. He tried overriding primary systems with secondary ones or obsolete programs that Gilmore hadn't bothered to remove during upgrades. The chronometer was malfunctioning; he had no way to keep track of time. He finally had to accept his bodiless state and performed a full disconnect, usually reserved for lost limbs in combat that he could keep functioning without being assaulted with errors and mistranslated pain. The cybernetics calmed considerably but the panic in his mind only doubled as he was left with a sense of nothing and he worried about shock.

Either way, he must have blacked out because he startled awake at the sound of a door closing and footsteps descending.

So it began again. Jet shut the door and slumped against it while the pounding continued, stray commands leaking through and whipping him across the face.

He needed to do something. Maybe he was going about this wrong. So long as this man got nothing he would keep trying for everything. Maybe Jet should throw him a bone and let him play with that, maintaining control of the information given. Maybe get some of his own in turn.

At least until the others showed up and Joe kicked this guy's ass through the wall.

He opened the door a crack.

"I'm in!" the man crowed.

Oh my god, who actually says that?

_WHERE AM I_

"Not now," the man grumbled and kept typing, ignoring Jet's request. He was too fascinated with the minor feed Jet was allowing him, continuing to talk to no one.

"I need to get past the AI right now. I knew it was damaged when I bought it but this is…It's glitchy as all hell look at this data it's a mess."

Those aren't glitches, you moron, that's me. Haven't you ever seen a neuro-cybernetic crossfeed before?

_WHO ARE YOU_

"What, I need credentials now?"

_YES_

That brought his assailant up short and the man stared at Jet long and hard.

"It can hear me."

_I CAN HEAR YOU YES__WHO ARE YOU_

"Can you understand me?"

_I SAID YES ARE YOU LACKING BRAINCELLS_

"Oh my god," the man breathed in delight, "Best robot head ever!"

_IM HUMAN_

"Of course you are. Shit, shit! I can't wait to reverse engineer this!"

_NO_

"Sorry, gotta find out how you work. Don't worry I'll put you back together."

_NOT A ROBOT_

"Somebody was watching too much Star Trek when they made you, huh?" and then he went back to Jet's data.

I'm older than Star Trek, Jet started to send but was cut off by an identification request command. Damnit. If he got hold of Jet's ID codes he'd never get his defense 'door' fully shut again. Fortunately this man was accustomed to robots and was sending the wrong request format. It was a Black Ghost code though, so Jet couldn't help but begin to worry.

He might have to force a shutdown if his systems were breached. Hell, he could technically do a minor self-destruct and destroy the cybernetic brain, though without the emergency oxygen and power flow modules at the base of his skull running he wouldn't live more than a few minutes.

Those were starting to get a bit low now anyway. They were designed to only keep the brain alive if all else failed; he wasn't supposed to be conscious while they were in use. He was burning through them too fast. He had maybe a few days at most.

Another request command slapped him in the face and he batted it away.

His assailant frowned then sat back, arms crossed in thought. "This is a Black Ghost core system, but I haven't seen much of their stuff on the market lately and yet you've got some pretty recent hardware upgrades from a third party. So let's see…" He reached out and grabbed some of the vertebrae hanging naked from Jet's neck. "There should be a serial number here somewhere."

He went back to his computer and started something else, Jet couldn't tell what without opening his door further and if he was honest with himself he was getting frightened. This man was familiar with Black Ghost tech.

Just hang on until the team finds you. Go back into lockdown.

Jet tried to shut the door when a stream of gold light shot through the gap and held it fast: the correct identification request. Jet was overridden and his cybernetic codes rushed out the door like an overexcited dog he couldn't grab.

_IDENTIFICATION - BG-CX00-2_

"There we go, just had to get the right series."

_STOP IT_

"Got'cha now, my little robot head."

_IM HUMAN_STOP_IM A CYB

Access: BG-CX00-2 Access granted: waiting Override: system AI System AI already overridden: active: primary neuro component

The man frowned and then shrugged.

Override: primary neuro component Accessing…

No! Jet screamed as a tearing sensation ripped through him. He was being cut off. No, no, no! He pulled from his mind the image of an axe and slammed it down onto the stream of gold light, snapping it and throwing him back against the door that slammed shut. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much.

Access overridden: entry denied: please enter passcode and lick my balls

"What the hell!" the man snapped, and continued to put in Jet's access codes that pounded against Jet's defenses

You get nothing! Jet seethed, and held the door fast.

Please pass out please pass out please pass out god please…

The drill whined and Jet's eyes rolled back into his head.

His assailant was familiar with Black Ghost tech, enough to find out where the back door emergency port was. He'd grown tired of Jet's rolling passcodes and emergency shutdowns and was going straight for the source, drilling into the roof of Jet's mouth. He wasn't an amateur, but he didn't have the specialized tools Black Ghost or Gilmore had and was making do with what he did. A hole saw that didn't fit into Jet's mouth well enough to reach the back, so he leveraged it against Jet's upper mouth and snapped the handle down, dislocating Jet's jaw completely. Jet had blacked out briefly from that but he wasn't so lucky for the drill.

Again it whined, wet and loud, and pain and terrible vibrations tore through him. Liquid flew out of his mouth, white and red, and splattered onto the man's gloved hands. The drill stopped and he stared at the fluid.

The cybernetic fluid that made up most of the 00 cyborgs was a milky white, thick and nutrient rich, but some human blood remained. When injured they tended to bleed pink, but this close to his brain separate veins carried only blood and it beaded the man's gloves. He stared at it.

"What the hell…" he breathed, incredulous, and touched some of the blood. "Oh no, oh come on!" he yelled, forcing Jet's mouth open and peering into the damage he'd made. With a frustrated cry he slammed Jet's head back onto the desk.

Ow…

"It's a fucking cyborg!"

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