#OMG guys but seriously

[ravens-and-rust]

*Cutely drops Blem's lore* Yeah, so, TW for SA, abuse, violence, and gore descriptions???

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  He felt disgusting. Horrible. Filthy.   Of course, he could do nothing about it. There were programs that prevented him from disobeying the mechanics; programs that kept him from refusing their advances. Every night it was the same: his systems and joints checked and cleaned, hands lingering where they shouldn't before roaming in areas they DEFINITELY shouldn't...   Melanie never did anything about it; she couldn't do anything about it, no matter how hard he pleaded with her. She oversaw all mechanics, sure, but they had dirt on her that could jeopardise her job. He couldn't afford to lose his only rock wall in the entire Megaplex. He couldn't afford to lose the one woman who made his dull, lifeless security job have life.   Then, as suddenly as she'd been in his life, she left it. That's when the real shit hit the fan. It wasn't just fingers anymore, it was mouths. Then, it was the humans' own nasty genitals. He was violated. Every. Damn. Night. He never got a break; they'd check his vitals, ruin the fuck out of him (almost literally), and send him off to work the next day. It hurt. It grated his sensors. They wore him down, replaced parts, and wore him own again. They ripped pieces off in their own blissfully fucked glee, then replaced those out of their own damn pockets. He'd occasionally get sad stares from the S.T.A.F.F. bots who'd hear him whimper at night, or he'd get mysterious looks from the main FazCrew themselves...looks he couldn't decipher. He ended up numb to them. He was ignoring it all.

  The only animatronic that had no care for him was the Daycare Attendant. "Nasty Rulebreaker," they'd call him; what for, he wasn't sure. Being violated? Was allowing himself to be violated breaking some rule he wasn't aware of? It's not like he could fight back. Any time he pleaded with his abusers, they'd smack him, or administer controlled shocks that blue-screened him. He couldn't feel anything for minutes after, but they certainly could as they'd begin climbing his bare body again and rutting against him like savage animals.   It was like the Daycare Attendant was...jealous of him somehow. He couldn't understand how they could like those fucking--no, no foul language--those stinking humans. Not after what they'd done to him. Maybe they'd installed some kind of program that made them loyal to them. That was likely.

  Then, children started to go missing. They'd disappear from the daycare, and the cameras just seemed to short out. Collin's "maintenance checks" still went on, more than ever, it seemed, and then he was sent out to go find the children. What he'd found on the third night of endless searching...sickened him. Guts, blood, bone, and brain matter everywhere. Vacant, decaying expressions. Odd, unnatural angles that limbs shouldn't be contorted into. He called it in. He called it in faster than he could fucking process it past 'oh my god, the gore.'   He was rewarded that night by blissful peace and the notification that the Superstar Daycare would be closed for the next few weeks as the incident was investigated.

  The Naptime Attendant had a virus and was being brought in for it. They were a strange AI, silent and calm when left alone and unprovoked, only glancing around with their red LEDs, the plastic orbs making clicking noises in their sockets. Collin, in his pod on the right of the Attendant, watched his neighbour curiously. Attentively. He wondered how this quiet scrap of rock-themed metal and plastic managed to contract a virus so murderous.   "H-hi, I'm C-Collin-" he'd started, only to be rudely interrupted with a hiss.   "We know-know-know who you are-are," the thing said, slamming metal palms against the reinforced glass of the pod, their faceplate spinning oh-so-very slowly. If Collin was to be honest at that exact moment, he would definitely say he was creeped out.

  At some point, while both animatronics were in sleep mode, the virus...travelled systems. Neither animatronic knew how it happened, but it did. Collin awoke with his systems bugging out, feeling weird, feeling...free. He felt like he could breathe. He felt like...he felt...   Unchained.

  They tried again that night. Did their normal check-ups. Did their normal hushed, excited chatter about positions in the corner. Sauntered over to him, smirking with beady, gleaming eyes. Placed fingers on the waistband of his security uniform. And he said no. They sneered, pressing the shock button. He writhed. Screamed. Hissed.   It only fueled his anger. He ran a mental checklist of what programs were unrestricted, then let himself grow. Watched the faces melt from smug to terrified, backing away. They wanted a fucktoy? Too bad. They got a monster.

  By the time he was finished, it looked as if the room had gotten a new coating of vibrant, red paint. A colour he liked, if he was honest with himself. Of course, he was horrified at what he'd done; he was no better than Moon. He needed a new name, he needed to hide, he needed to..to-   He needed to leave!

  Huddled below the stage, clothed in children's clothing, small and dirty, he shivered. Even his own touch made him uncomfortable. His own breath ghosting across his silicone "skin" made his gut clench. He hated his body. He hated himself for not just decommissioning himself as soon as Melanie left. And now he couldn't. Not only was that wing of the Parts and Services sector shut down forever, he was in hiding from the cameras. He'd ripped his chip out so they'd not find him. He was stuck.

  He was alone.

[astraeajackson]

someone please tell me who allowed jude duarte to be this fucking hot

guys i'm straight i swear but tell me why women are so much hotter than men...

[mimimar]

i've been completely charmed by witch hat atelier♡

(art prints)

[ew-selfish-art]

DPxDC AU: Tim receives an interesting email from DalvCo explaining why the CEO is not to be trusted- It's an internal email and suddenly Tim is experiencing supernatural phenomena. He knows that the two events are absolutely related, but he's going to let the cutie stumble his way through data points and vague threats anyway.

(Sorry this got long lmao)

Tim is exhausted after a long night of staking out a new drug cartel with Hood (which in itself took a lot of energy from both of them to have the patience for the other- things are good, not great)... so right now he's logging into his WE email on the train to his office because he's incredibly late. And while he scrolls and contemplates the failsafes he has to make sure Tam doesn't murder him outright- he sees an unexpected email from Vladimir Masters.

Tim's curiosity is piqued, he'd thought that Vlad would have gotten the hint after Tim dismissed him at that Christmas gala a few years ago. Most people took Tim's snubbing as a fatality in the Gotham socialite scene- Most knew him to be 'an agreeable young man', and Tim's reputation had paid a small price for making Vlad's failed vibe check known to the room. The tabloids blamed it on the champagne glass he had in his hand- Has he mentioned how much he hates Vicky Vale lately??

Tim has a few stops to go and he's pretty sure that he's going to delete the email, but in sleep deprived inspiration, he decides it might as well entertain him while he waits. The letter isn't at all what he expected.

"Hello Wayne Enterprise's CEO Tim Drake, I'm sending you this letter on behalf of the entire Midwest to advise that you, under no circumstances, come into contact with or speak to the CEO of DalvCo Vlad Masters. He is underhanded and utilizes untraceable tactics to procure deals. We have reason to believe you may be targeted in the next few days and hope that you are able to take steps for your own safety to avoid Vlad Masters at all costs.

Sincerely, 👑"

Tim feels bewildered for a moment and then... Like a cat with a new toy mouse. A game was afoot! He needed to track down these hackers, he needed to be their best fucking friend (find out their secrets & Vlads) and he needed to apprehend Vlad ASAP! Untraceable tactics? Tim scoffs, but the challenge excites him.

Arriving at WE, Tam looks ready to throw a knife his way (he reminds her that Pru does it better) and states that if Vlad Masters tries to make an appointment- accept it but give him the run around. Make an appointment and continue to contest it, change it, delay it until Tim is actually ready for him. The lights start to flicker, both of them notice it.

Everytime Tim gets a second to investigate Vlad in his office, the room's temperature drops. Tim notices it, and having experienced a number of supernatural phenomena, he knows it has to be related.

Tim decides not to beat around the bush. He comes back to the office that night equipped with a Ouija board, candles and a bag of other occult accessories. He quickly finds, upon setting up, that there is now a groaning Teenager in front of him- lambasting his efforts and chastizing him for taking a meeting with Vlad. Did he not get the fuckin memo??

Tim quickly begins to ask his questions, grateful to not have to deal with the party game board, and takes diligent notes.

"Right, so, you're just a concerned citizen ghost who knows what kind of nefarious deeds Vlad gets up to, how?" ---

Danny is losing his shit. Here he is, having done all the ground work to tell this guy not to meet with Vlad and he's already got him on the schedule! Danny took a page from Technus' book and transported himself alongside the short email. He didn't get this guy at all! Tim was like, basically the same age and clearly super fucking smart, why was he acting like this was a fucking birthday gift? Scratch that, the dude has a Ouija Board- it's like a lame ass birthday party in here!

Danny cannot help himself but return to the visible spectrum and give this guy a talking to- Which, the atmosphere of a birthday party still doesn't change, for ancient's sake this guy is taking notes with a megawatt smile! He's smiling! Danny just described Vlad taking down like, three American dynasties and the dude is nodding his head along gleefully.

Then suddenly, Danny realizes that he might be on the chopping block. Tim asks his first question and it's not about Vlad at all.

"Er, yeah. Just a concerned ghost citizen." Danny cringes.

"Right, and that's why you hacked into the Mayor of your town's email... Right Tucker?"

Danny blanches, not because the guy knew about Amity Park, but because apparently Tucker's online persona had been compromised. SHIT.

"Uh, I'm not Tucker." Danny attempts to lie- why was he so bad at lying again?!

"Of course you aren't, he's currently playing doomed, but it would have been smart to take the out I offered you. Do you want to tell me your name or do you want me to throw out another random guess? You should know that I've done my homework."

"...It's Danny."

"Certainly not Danny Fenton? Who is, sorry to say it, heir to DalvCo? The same one who totally doesn't have a school record of absences equivalent to well documented town hauntings?"

"Yep." Danny cringes, and giving up the goat, transforms back into his human self, "But seriously dude, you can't meet with Vlad. He'll just... take it all."

Tim blinks at him a few times, and his cheeks flush. Danny desperately tries to ignore that response as well as his own (he knows his ears are red, sue him).

"Right. Well, how would you like an internship? First order of business would be meeting with me and my PA Tam and helping us play ball." The guy has a feral grin. The grin kind of scares Danny, it definitely annoys him and a small part of him is curiously charmed.

"Dude you're not hearing me-" Danny tries before being cut off.

"Yeah yeah, supernatural bullshit is involved, Got that." Tim waves him off. Okay never mind, not charmed at all, Danny is completely annoyed.

"I swear to all the ancients-" Danny has to stop himself to calm down, "Dude consider yourself fucking haunted. I'm not helping you with a suicide mission to talk to the creep and I will be making your ass miserable for deciding to go down this path."

"Is that a promise?" Tim is basically batting his eyelashes at Danny and Danny is desperately trying to ignore that.

"Bet." And then he goes invisible.

"That's cute, pretending to leave me." Tim smirks and Danny can't help but let out an exasperated groan.

As it turns out, Tim is incredibly difficult to spook and his normal haunting methods are not fucking working. Has this guy just, like, seen every single horror movie?

----

Tim knows this is going to be fun, even if it means not going out as Red Robin for a while... Maybe he should get back into his night photography and give the guy a chance to enhance the creepiness of Gotham? Maybe start going to restaurants alone and get the guy to join him at a secluded two person table? Tim has plans on plans on plans.

[spoookyb0t]

how r we feelin

[sillywoyscreenshots]

WE HIT THE BIG 5 ‼️‼️

[milimeters-morales]

top ten reasons to live: this !!!!!

[gio-cosmo]

“Please stop uploading your dumbass tiktoks on here,” everyone begs in perfect unison. I click the post button and run away into the forest with the same whimsy and gracefulness of a deer

[expiredbreadstickz]

So I was just drawing and I find an image in my gallery of this guy next to a fucking piano?? huh???

[the-king-of-hell-66-6]

Won’t let me work.

((Made by @mininoiibat, will be deleted if they want))

[bluestrawberrybunny]

invading you with marware

Oh my gosh! Guys! Stop! Stop forcing me to draw these two kissing!! I’ll never get hired at Glitch now! Ugh! Why do you guys keep forcing me to draw Mario and his gay-ass TV twink husband?? Guys! 🙄

Whelp, since I’m being invaded guess I gotta draw more of these two being gayasses. /silly

[skitskatdacat63]

He is so 🤏

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[serysem]

There you go!!! I used to do ballet and this was always the most respected part of the dance so!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO WONDERFUL AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭

thank you thank yOU THANK YOU I LOVE IT I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE BLESS ME WITH MIDLINK AAAAAAAAAAA THEY'RE SO UGHHHH I LOVE THEM

I wish I had something for any of you guys! 😭

thank you and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! ❤️

[animentality]

some guy will say the most misogynistic, sexist, incel ass shit I've ever heard on the internet, and then y'all motherfuckers will wander out of the woodwork to say:

"but maybe he has anxiety like me : ( do you think I'm a bad person?"

if your anxiety makes you a misogynist, then yes!

go back to the woods and don't talk to women ever, thanks.

[unx100to]

bro lookin like it’s his first day of school 😭🙏

[shroommush]

So, i went to a convention today. And checking out the comic artist section i found an animator doing sketch commisions for 45 dollars. He said hed do any character.

So today i commisioned a drawing of mr cycle from Ran Lamarre, an animator whos been working in the industry since 1984, who worked on the original animated tmnt series, animated batman series, care bears, the animated transformers movie, caillou, astro boy, jem, and im assuming a whole bunch more

He was so cool, dude

This is a PROFFESIONAL drawing of mr cycle, guys. A real proffesional, like, hes been doing this for forty years. I payed a proffesional animator of forty years to draw a minecraft character from a youtube series. Im actually going insane