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Semi- Steampunk Anime Girl by SailorPugMaster
Semi- Steampunk Anime Girl
A pencil drawing I made due to boredom. Plus, I've always wanted to draw steampunk, so first try 's a charm I guess
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So I just made a weirdo fanfiction for an out of print series and decided that I'm probably done with dA roleplay stuff (for a good while at least)













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To Catch a Jeweled Mercenary

An Inspector Emil Karpo spin-off fanfiction, based upon the Inspector Rostnikov novels by Stuart Kaminski

Typed for fun, not for profit. I don't own the Inspector, though I'll bet it'd be cool if I did (I didn't mean that in a bad way, really)
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1: Blood Diamonds
    The hallways of El Museo del Prado were as quiet as the catacombs of Rome and Westminster Abbey. Occasionally the faint whistle of a bored night guard echoed through the corridors. Tonight was a holiday and all the security systems were turned off- a foolish choice for the curators if they had known a thief would attempt to possess the world's rarest blood diamond. It would seem that the commotion would startle someone nearby; but nobody noticed the man at the door, and nobody noticed the gunshots outside. He had achieved a golden opportunity for crime.
    Silently, the man dressed as a security guard slipped in through the door. He used the identification card of the dead man in the bushes; and was recognized as Raoul Orellana-Hernandez. Down the halls he walked, scanning each exhibition room for his prize. As the cameras and infrared lasers were inoperative, this shopping trip would be easier than stealing dulces from a little niño. With a stolen police rifle at his side, Orellana-Hernandez opened the case that contained the fragile pink diamond that was fastened to a silver and sapphire-encrusted chain. El Ojo de María was even more breathtaking in real life than in photographs. Quickly and with great care, Orellana-Hernandez slipped the precious jewels into the pocket of his stolen uniform. He then clocked out of the museum upon finishing the shift and disappeared into the Spanish city at daybreak without a trace. Worth over one billion euros, El Ojo de María- The Eye of Mary- was the world's most valuable blood diamond. Now it was gone, and nobody had a clue on where to start looking nor who to call upon to assist them in returning it again.
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      Yet another snowshower had hit Moscow like rain on a roof. Still, Petrovka was far from empty. Tired and cold, the detectives and police clocked in and settled down in their little cubicles; each staying silent as they knew far too well that every room was wire-tapped. There was always the one exception, however. The Senior Inspector Detective had no reason to speak at all, he felt no need to address any opinion as it was unnecessary and of no purpose. For the next few months, Emil Karpo would remain in his small cubicle and work through his vast files of dead cases.
    The sentence was desk-duty, as one would call it, because Karpo was deemed psychologically unfit to receive a normal assignment. Yet, somehow, the phone in the hall rang; and it was requested that the Vampire answer. Karpo had never heard the moniker told to his face; but his physical appearance fit the bill though his Asiatic eyes and facial structure originally earned him the nickname "Tatar." In a professional manner, Karpo listened intently to the caller on the other line. The male voice spoke a terrible Russian, but was urgently in need of Petrovka's currently inactive inspector. The unintelligible babbling seemed to be saying something about a stolen artifact from an upscale museum in Madrid.
    Typically, Karpo made no decisions and only based his ideals upon that of Lenin; but this time it might be practical to request leave for important reasons. If Yakolev asked why, Karpo would explain it without telling. That's how he went about everything: the migraines, the nausea, how he was affected by the death of Mathilde Verson. Nobody knew anything about the Tatar, and yet at the same time they knew everything. Underneath the black clothing and souless face was a frail man who felt nothing but pain. Taking this mission for his own might actually help him recover and to know what it is like to be a true human being.
    So, Emil Karpo placed the phone back on the receiver. As if nothing happened, he packed up the notebooks and pencils and made his way to the lobby. "I am requesting leave, for personal reasons," he said. Recently, he hadn't been able to hide the pain from a headache quite as well as he always could before, so the receptionist simply nodded in approval. The entire situation had made it as if shards of glass were stabbing through Karpo's now-graying temples, so his excuse for leaving early due to sickness was entirely truthful and plausible. Never in his life had Emil left work early, but something was compelling him to go. A force so strange and enticing was pulling him to the edges of Madrid.
   Back in his tiny cell-like apartment, Karpo pulled a few articles of clothing from his small closet, everything was black, of course. Only a few times had he ever been required to travel a long distance for business, this being one of them. After packing up a bundle of dark clothes up for the trip to Spain, Karpo took one last look at the painting of Mathilde. It would be a while before he would see it again. More than anything, he knew that he loved her, as everything that bothered him was now centered on her death. Inspector Rostnikov had even pointed out that he was feeling bitter towards the men who killed her. A long time before, she was shot to death in the midst of two Mafia gangs' scuffle. Passing the memory out of his mind, Karpo shut the door behind him and directed his attention to the metro station not too far away.
To Catch a Jeweled Mercenary (Chapter/ Part 1)
This is part of my first (completed) fanfiction of sorts, as I took my favorite character from the out of print Inspector Rostnikov novels by Stuart M. Kaminski. I figure that nobody else knows those books exist (and neither should I since most eighteen-year-old girls don't typically read Russian-themed mystery novels; but I don't care). However, though it isn't perfect, here's the first "chapter" of my story. Any Russian characters (which are very OOC, if anyone but me notices) mentioned belong to the original author, everyone else is of my own design.
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So I just made a weirdo fanfiction for an out of print series and decided that I'm probably done with dA roleplay stuff (for a good while at least)













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Morgan Bryson
Artist | Hobbyist | Traditional Art
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Hi, I'm an aspiring artist who gets a lot of my inspiration for my work from 20th century pop culture. I am a big fan of Sailor Moon and Star Trek (and Hetalia, ve). Naturally. I'm a little shy about showing people my art but I think that a lot of people here would find my creations to be quite interesting.
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Scoutpower Featured By Owner May 2, 2013
I can I design you a scout for you
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SailorPugMaster Featured By Owner May 11, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Sure you can, dearest
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Scoutpower Featured By Owner May 11, 2013
Yay, I will put my sweat and blood in this one
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SailorPugMaster Featured By Owner May 11, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Okay, determination is good
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Scoutpower Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2013
Do you think Pluto is Lonely?
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SailorPugMaster Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I would figure so, she can't get married and she has been guarding the Gate of Time all by herself for thousands of years
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Scoutpower Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013
That will make sense
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Scoutpower Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2013
Do you think America from Hetila believe in Bigfoot
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SailorPugMaster Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Yeah, he probably does
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Scoutpower Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2013
What your favorite quote
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