Elijah, what happens when you die?
Androids should be considered persons under legislature in twelve years. Don’t worry.
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Elijah, what happens when you die?
Androids should be considered persons under legislature in twelve years. Don’t worry.
Sketch dump part three. I’m actually liking the new tumblr interface? Photo uploading is kind of fun now.


Eye found him at a stairwell. Fitting, he thought, considering the halo. (And the odd absence of wings but who was he to question the occult?) He hummed a short note of “Stairway to Heaven”. As Eye approached the stranger he realized that he should indeed question the occult - specifically, why an angel of the Lord wore a jacket for rebellious children and why his face was poised in an ugly blend of grimace and smile.
Let’s not judge, chastised a voice in his head.
It turned out that the angel was in search of a boy (Eye thought briefly of Redact) but he wasn’t particularly inclined to stand up and search for him. Eye sat beside him, easy conversation flowing through until Eye ran out of topics. The angel was properly intoxicated, he could tell, and Eye realized why when the angel lifted a rumpled box. The angel said, “Vanes. I’m Vanes. Care for a sip?”
“No,” Eye replied, and Vanes turned to face the sky. He didn’t seem put-off at all, so Eye refrained from mentioning that a) he did not have a mouth, and b) the juice box was empty. Instead he asked, “Will you go look for him?”
Vanes nodded, “Soon. But he’s doing his thing. I’ll find him after.”
Eye assented, readjusted his arms, and stared at the skyline with Vanes. A sharp light flashed across the sky.
“Like a knife,” Vanes said.

Elsewhere, Redact questioned why a human would harm another human. They were human, he thought, and so should be kept from harm. But how to reprimand a human who thought it good to slice through his fellow man?
So he sat silently, praying (though to what god, he did not know) that Eye would come find him.
@5 months ago with 7 notesDay 6 - The place a character works/goes to school/hangs out whatever
Considering that I know I’ll never finish these, have a WIP. (I lost the steam after running back and forth between assignments and personal drawings.)
This is a fair representation of what I expect the main setting to be with Redact and Eye. It’s the interior of Hank’s (old man with obtrusive hat, on the left) shop, where nothing is sold but pancakes (courtesy of Eye) and fresh water. Mostly it’s a hangout spot for Eye since there aren’t many fellows his age - if any - living in the PDMI. Redact lives with Hank in the upstairs room but he occasionally comes down to rummage through Eye’s belongings. (At one point, Redact scribbled onto Eye’s copy of The Moon is a Harsh Mistress to which Eye internally screamed and motioned to tear away the book from his hands. In Redact’s defense, it was his first time seeing a book and pencil, and the scribble was erasable. In Eye’s defense, the scribble had to be smudged off with the rubber of his shoes.)
AN: Slowly developing this story - no I have yet to give up! Foolish Hark, when will you ever learn to quit.
Oh man, oh man, oh man. You guys, I’m done. Exams are over, and my high school graduation ceremony is a week away.
I don’t know how to feel about this. Half of me feels sentimental over the four years (They were a great four years - thank you friends and teachers.) and the other, ridiculously happy half is glad that I’m able to move on to summer, filled with lots and lots of pirated movies college.
That being said, let me rewatch Moon and bawl for Sam Bell.

Finally done! A little something for Harkbus who has been so very kind to me! Eye and Redact are really fun to draw and I even learned a little digital painting just for you. Hope you like it!
Dear lord I am dead. I am so dead. I, uh. Look at the way Redact is trying to balance on that ledge. You have no sense of balance, bot - you’re going to fall be careful.
BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
YOU ARE WONDERFUL??? Man how are you so wonderful, we haven’t even been chatting for so long, sorry that it took me so long to find it.
But I am slumping on my chair.
This has made me day, my heart pours out for you.
;-;
finally got around to finishing the black star meme for harkbus! Eye can only breathe through his ears, but I’m sure he’s not dumb enough to buy into Luka’s silly traps.
once again i do not fulfill the original purpose of the meme, but this was fun
maybe an epilogue later
SO I DON’T KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS WITHOUT SCREAMING IN CAPITALS. I AM JUST SITTING HERE MARVELING AT LUKA’S CREEPER FACE (and getting reminded me of Saint Young Men why) AND THE LITTLE BOUNCE IN HIS STEPS.
AND THE EAR MUFFS AND HOW EYE CRUSHES THEM AND REDACT JUST DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. AND HE NAGS EYE TO TELL HIM WHAT HE GOT. HE SAYS “WASSIT” I CAN’T.
AND YOU USED THE TERM ‘NORMAL’.
I’M GONE
GOOOOONNNNNEEEEEE.
Ah, yes. Searching for things to do to avoid break homework pass the time. I’ll be responding with Redact and/or Eye in silly little sketches or so. Do send me the name or a link of the character and I’ll gladly look through your blogs (while listening to 8-bit music and chuckling over the occasional funny reblog).
(Source: thefirstlittlerunaway, via katamism)
@5 months ago with 6372 notesI meant to rant about this much earlier but frig you guys fritzier drew me Eye & Redact (left) and I can’t stop staring at them, they’re perf. And then I went and ruined it by doodling her scene on the right.
Fritz, fritz, come here into my arms.
“Controlling, unforgiving, little ingrate —”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it—”
“Stop it—”
“Put that finger down.”
Redact and Eye don’t fight often but when they do, it turns into an ugly mess. Of course they make up later with quiet apologies and lots of TV.


Eye found him at a stairwell. Fitting, he thought, considering the halo. (And the odd absence of wings but who was he to question the occult?) He hummed a short note of “Stairway to Heaven”. As Eye approached the stranger he realized that he should indeed question the occult - specifically, why an angel of the Lord wore a jacket for rebellious children and why his face was poised in an ugly blend of grimace and smile.
Let’s not judge, chastised a voice in his head.
It turned out that the angel was in search of a boy (Eye thought briefly of Redact) but he wasn’t particularly inclined to stand up and search for him. Eye sat beside him, easy conversation flowing through until Eye ran out of topics. The angel was properly intoxicated, he could tell, and Eye realized why when the angel lifted a rumpled box. The angel said, “Vanes. I’m Vanes. Care for a sip?”
“No,” Eye replied, and Vanes turned to face the sky. He didn’t seem put-off at all, so Eye refrained from mentioning that a) he did not have a mouth, and b) the juice box was empty. Instead he asked, “Will you go look for him?”
Vanes nodded, “Soon. But he’s doing his thing. I’ll find him after.”
Eye assented, readjusted his arms, and stared at the skyline with Vanes. A sharp light flashed across the sky.
“Like a knife,” Vanes said.

Elsewhere, Redact questioned why a human would harm another human. They were human, he thought, and so should be kept from harm. But how to reprimand a human who thought it good to slice through his fellow man?
So he sat silently, praying (though to what god, he did not know) that Eye would come find him.
Ah, yes. Searching for things to do to avoid break homework pass the time. I’ll be responding with Redact and/or Eye in silly little sketches or so. Do send me the name or a link of the character and I’ll gladly look through your blogs (while listening to 8-bit music and chuckling over the occasional funny reblog).
(Source: thefirstlittlerunaway, via katamism)
Oh man, oh man, oh man. You guys, I’m done. Exams are over, and my high school graduation ceremony is a week away.
I don’t know how to feel about this. Half of me feels sentimental over the four years (They were a great four years - thank you friends and teachers.) and the other, ridiculously happy half is glad that I’m able to move on to summer, filled with lots and lots of pirated movies college.
That being said, let me rewatch Moon and bawl for Sam Bell.
