robomalus:

She could not cry, not for her failure to stop this, not for the limp frame in her servos, not for lack of wanting. All she could do was watch, slumped over, unmoving, silent, as her best friend clung to the barest thread of life.

s been a while since i painted anything moderately significant so here’s a cleaned-up n sloppily colored version of a sketch i did last night. Bowline and Sticks! after Sticks’s mishap. i’ve got a lotta feelings about these two ;;