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If behavior wont make it, I WILL.

Based on @spookychiptune ‘s adorable dredge loofah drawing

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Taking a break from our break lol. We visited FloridaRama 🩷

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The agony of working on a plushy but not wanting to finish till its done,,,

Tomorrow.

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FUCJING SOBBING

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heheheheheh

inspired by this post he sent to me

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end transmission more like. more like. begin transition

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okay so i think maybe its because i linked my bhvr account and my steam account sometime in october?? so the numbers are purely from october-december? That might explain why the hours are so low. Maybe my 2v8 escape rate counted for escapes but not survivor games or smth idk

So i got my email today with my official dbd stats for the year and something tells me these numbers aren't accurate at all LOL

Theres no way in hell i have a 50% escape rate, and also I racked up 700 hrs in the game this year, where the hell is that 195 coming from?? No way 500 hrs of game time was spent in menus/queues.

Did anyone else get the email and like found the info like really bizarre??

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So i got my email today with my official dbd stats for the year and something tells me these numbers aren't accurate at all LOL

Theres no way in hell i have a 50% escape rate, and also I racked up 700 hrs in the game this year, where the hell is that 195 coming from?? No way 500 hrs of game time was spent in menus/queues.

Did anyone else get the email and like found the info like really bizarre??

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A proud mother of two

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His eyes arrived today

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When im not on my dbd shenanigans I'm rping warrior cats in this group. Kira did such a fucking phenomonal job on this <3 My boy Logbellow makes a mini cameo in the first scene hes the loser drawn in the sand

Hi guys im back. Back on my warrior cats shenanigans. Watch this PMV made by my buddy pal in a discord server I'm in called Clans of the Valley

you wont regret it

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With my birthday coming up, my mom gave me some early gifts. One of them had me rather confused as it doesn't really apply to me...

And then she said "The baby mug is for your ugly robot thing"

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really really long speculative piece about huxlee industries business practices and what might have happened after gabe and hux were taken into the fog 👇 down here

Certain clone lineages are more susceptible to random mutations than others - the J15L19 model, for instance, was long known to be particularly "glitchy" among Huxlee's internal science board. For reasons that were never quite understood by the scientists responsible for fine-tuning its DNA sequence, clones synthesized using the J15L19 "mix" often displayed signs of psychological instability, no matter how many modifications were made or additional narratives inserted into the subject's memory. J15L19's dominant personality trait, reckless courage, often became more of a liability than an asset. Having a J15L19 on any particular mission often meant shelling out lots and lots of money to replace said J15L19 when the subject's recklessness inevitably got him killed over and over again.

The Dvarka incident was the final nail in the coffin for what had already been a struggling "product line". Hux was methodical in his destruction of all potential communication systems aboard the Caracas III, and by the time the project managers responsible for overseeing the Dvarka colonization mission realized that something had gone wrong, it was far too late to do anything about it. All attempts to reach the crew via satellite communication failed, and the Huxlee investigation teams sent to Dvarka to try and understand what had happened were unable to land on the planet's surface due to atmospheric storms and "a strange black fog" hovering over the Toba Landing site. The investigators were able to remotely hack into the Caracas III's security camera systems and were forced to piece the events together from the little footage they could obtain.

What they observed was this: six crew members lying dead in their bunks, one charred husk in the cabin of a crashed transport vehicle, and two dismembered crew and one deactivated HUX unit lying in pieces in the cloning hub. Extracting weight data from the Caracas III's incinerator strongly suggested, but did not definitively prove, that the four remaining HUX units were incinerated at some point several days before the Caracas III was abandoned. Notably, the one remaining crew member was a J15L19 model, the fourth model sent to participate in this particular mission.

With more time and a full ground investigation, the team might have been able to figure out what actually happened to the Caracas III. But the truth was never uncovered in full. With upper management and Huxlee's shareholders breathing down their necks, the investigation team composed a theoretical incident report that eventually became the accepted version of events to explain the Dvarka incident: the missing J15L19 unit was a poorly-synthesized, psychologically unstable clone subject who had been manufactured at the last minute to replace his similarly defective predecessors.

The narrative was as follows. For reasons unknown, this particular clone went rogue following a complete psychological breakdown. As the team's engineer, J15L19 would have known how to deactivate the four missing HUX units and likely did so in quick succession to eliminate the greatest potential threat to his impending plan. Then, still using his mechanical knowledge to his advantage, he sabotaged Michael's transport vehicle and left him to crash and burn.

J15L19 took advantage of the confusion and grief that followed Michael's "accident". He then sabotaged the life support systems in the middle of the Dvarkan night to try and kill off the entire crew in one fell swoop, only for his plan to be foiled when Dmitri and Sarah survived the attempt. With his plan foiled, it was theorized that J15L19 then took a more direct role in his crewmates' destruction, luring Sarah out into the jungle and butchering her by hand. Dmitri met a similar fate after putting the pieces together, too little too late. Ultimately, J15L19 succeeded in his unknowable mission. After massacreing the entire crew, Huxlee reported that he fled from the Caracas III and ran off into Dvarka's wilderness, where he was presumed to have either died of exposure or by his own hand.

This was the official explanation given for the Dvarka Incident, and while it got the shareholders off Huxlee's back, it failed to satisfy literally anyone else who spent longer than a few minutes reviewing the facts. For instance, no sufficient explanation was ever given for HUX unit 13's presence in the cloning hub on the night of Dmitri's murder. The little footage that made its way out of Huxlee's containment and into conspiracy circles always displayed the unit as it was found: slumped over and fully deactivated beside the empty cloning hub, lying near Dmitri's butchered corpse.

If J15L19 had secretly destroyed all of the other HUX units without drawing suspicion from the other nine members of the crew, why did he fail to incinerate unit 13? The cobots were programmed to work alongside the human crew and defend them from physical threats. Had unit 13 discovered J15L19's plan, it would have followed its programming and immediately stopped him - and as the team's engineer, he would have understood this fact better than anyone else on the Caracas III. Leaving unit 13 alive would have been a very, very stupid decision for someone looking to massacre the rest of the crew. Not exactly the actions of a methodical criminal mastermind, as Huxlee insisted J15L19 was. On the rare occasions where Huxlee Industries actually addressed the Incident, this discrepancy was explained away under the "defective product line" story. J15L19s were psychologically unstable and unfit for production, and the J15L19 responsible for the deaths on Dvarka was so far out of his right mind during his murder spree that understanding his thought process was impossible.

Conspiracies would circulate for decades to follow, long after the J15L19 lineage itself was brought to an end and the final extant units destroyed. The last J15L19 in existence was quietly euthanized by Huxlee Industries lab technicians on April 8, 2326 following the completion of its terraforming mission. His death revitalized interest in the Dvarka Incident and inspired further discussion on the ethics of human labor unit cloning practices - unsurprisingly, human cloning was a highly controversial practice. Despite this, clone labor would not be outlawed on Earth for another 54 years, and certain loopholes in the Constitution on the Rights of Artificial Persons allowed deep-space manufacturing hubs to continue producing clones as late as 2387. The second-to-last clone labor unit produced by humankind died of natural causes in the year 2483.

The last remaining clone labor unit may never get to die a natural death.

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Im so close to being done with jumbo hux 💞💞

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THE DETAILWORK BEGINS!!

Theres something so brainscratchingly satisfying about the cables. Like theyre so thick and cable-y and i love them i cannot wait to cover him in them despite the fact i despise making tubes that thin

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Dollie

Something was in Anna’s forest.

She had hunted animals of all kinds, bears, moose , snowsheep, and men. She knew how to hunt and track anything that lurked in her territory, she had every tree and shrub committed to memory. 

Branches fell often- the trees living in a constant state of dying dying but never dead- but never this frequent. Something using them as footholds and leaping from trunk to trunk, dropping twigs and even larger branches that snapped under its weight. 

 Then there was the holes. Clawed into the ground and haphazardly reburied with what seemed the sweep of a mighty tail. When Anna dug one up she found the bones and feathers of crows- not one speck of meat still clinging to the bones.

Lastly there was the feathers. Larger than any she’d ever seen- the largest beating her forearm in length. A chestnut brown color with split edges and coated with mud and sap.

For the considerable trail that the beast left behind- Anna could not keep pace with it when ever she caught a glimpse. She would see its silhouette in the distance, but no matter how stealthily she approached, the beast always heard her and shot off like a hare.

 Evan had encountered it too- not seen it- but found what it left behind after getting caught in one of his traps. Large gouges in the ground made by frantic claws, the remains of a trap pried open and mangled in pure animalistic desperation. Evan had been forced to melt down the metal- the trap damaged too far beyond repair. 

Then. Anna returned to the Red Forest from a trial. Rain showered from the heavy clouds, pittering against the leaves and muddying the ground of the wood. The moment the fog released her, she knew it was here. 

Its tracks were clear and blatant against the mud, large footprints and the drag of its tail. She followed them slowly, the grip on her axe tightening as she followed the familiar path they followed- directly to her cabin. 

 As she got closer- she saw it. The door to her home was wide open, mud streaked across the wooden floors where the beast had invaded her home. It stood crouched by one of her shelves, motionless other than the slow sway of its tail. 

Anna didn't know if it was distracted or if the rain masked her presence- but the beast did not notice her, its rabbit ears perked upright and not snapped back like she'd seen previously. She stepped closer, past the threshold of the door, her bare feet silent on the floors she’d laid by hand. 

She had a hand raised with her hatchet drawn- ready to split the beast between the wings- when she hesitated. 

There in the beast's hands was one of her dolls. The ones she’d hand made for her little ones so so long ago. It let out a gentle coo, running its claws delicately over the doll’s knotted yellow hair. The look in its green eyes was not that of a mindless animal.

Slowly, Anna placed her hatchet back to its holster on her hip and set her woodaxe by the doorframe. Unarmed, she took a step forward onto the board that creaked.

While Anna’s hands were empty, no weapon or blade, she still startled the beast, causing it to whip around and stare at her with wide and fearful eyes. It didn’t snarl at her like a cornered predator, but froze like a panicked deer and held the doll closer.

“Do you like her, little rabbit?”

She could see much clearer now, the fangs on its rabbit face, the ram horns curled around its ears, and feathers blooming across its cheeks. Not a beast of the normal world, but one no doubt twisted by this realm. 

It blinked those wide eyes at her, nodding and pulling its wings tighter to its body- making itself smaller.

Anna moved slightly to circle the room- no longer standing between it and the only exit. The rabbit watched her every move, eyes only leaving her for a brief moment to find an escape route.

“You can keep her, if you’d like.”

It perked up immediately, eyes widening in wonder or perhaps disbelief and clutching the little doll tighter to its chest. The tension quickly bed from its body, dropping onto its haunches to run its clawed fingers over the doll again. Its big crocodile tail waved gently behind it, its eyes crinkling in a smile. 

Cute.

Anna silently dropped herself into her rocking chair, humming softly as she watched the little rabbit cosy up to the warmth of the fire. Its drenched and tattered wings unfurled, shaking off little droplets of water onto the floors. 

Eventually, the warmth of the fire and the gentle humming of Anna’s song lulled the little rabbit to sleep, the doll still held tightly in its paw.

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Reblogged that shiny pokemon poll on main on accident so that means im obligated to share my shiny dragonite Oc and his besties <3 Their names are Saber Monsoon and Blade, and theres also a Charizard in their group but hes more recent n i havent drawn him

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question because i'm curious...

+ tell me your favorite pokemon/reasoning in the tags i'm nosy