I feel like I'm putting too many restrictions on art suggestion rules, ngl
Would not Allowing Jash OCs be too harsh?
My reason: feels like a commission, but I don't get paid lol
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Chat i think my issues came in when i reread the entire nanbaka manga up to ch370 about 3 times in the last week and have concluded my skrunkles in priority list.
1. Mao
2. Mei or Ido
3. Liang or Samon
4. Kojirou or Yamada Orochi
5. Isou or Yakumo atp tbh
6. Nico
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Love making a singular post or two about my weird/niche interests but then never engaging with them on here again ehehe
ON THAT NOTE!! Have you read The Summer Hikaru died? If not I def recommend it, it’s good. BL/yaoi/whatever the fuck the proper term is manga with themes of eldritch horror and some neat body horror scenes.
Also it’s gay, very gay, so very gay. Rural/small town gay. Explorative, young love gay. Obsessed with best friend gay. Head empty no thoughts
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hey!! it’s the fic anon who’s writing about your bobert au! just wanted to let you know that im still working on it, and i have a few paragraphs of it for you to read!! :>
it actually gets minorly angsty at one point with the whole “im a robot, one out of thousands, and i am not inherently unique or my own person” sort of philosophy or whatever it’s called that i decided to use. if it doesn’t fit the au or you don’t want it in pls tell me!! im an angst writer so i do it without even realizing sorry :<
“Bobert, despite how much he liked to think otherwise, wasn’t unique. He wasn’t special, by definition he was actually quite the opposite. He was mass-produced alongside thousands of others, each with the same purpose embedded into them. The same mission. Observe, protect, and heal.”
“He’d never seen another Bobert face-to-face, but Gumball had said that was because, ‘they’re all just rich people robot butlers with medical degrees’. He’d then turned to face Bobert, and with flattened ears he tacked on, ‘but not you, Bobert. You’re cool.’
That wasn’t true, despite how Bobert would sometimes let himself believe it.”
“He had the same purpose as any other Bobert, the same automated responses, the same knowledge. And like those thousands of others before him, and the thousands of others to come after, he would complete his mission; observe, protect, and heal.”
“Juke glared at him. He pointed at his head and let out a series of ‘bkk bsh bbbksh’s that Bobert couldn’t understand, even with his highly-advanced multilingual code. The language was too fast-paced, so similar to music that whenever Bobert tried to find out what Juke was saying, he only got beatboxing songs as a result. On the rare chance it translated into the language, it was gibberish.
It was strange, not knowing something, when he was supposed to know everything he’d need to work efficiently. And it was definitely frustrating as well, though not as frustrating as it surely was for Juke.”
also taking the “product that we specifically made to fail so that way we’d uh-“ thing into consideration and wow said intended failure made him SENTIENT!!! and he does in the end learn he’s different and all that!! and he’s special!!! happy ending for the boy!!!
WOWOWEOODOOWWWWW LLOOKBARS U
SHAKES YOU/POS plese I cant wait when ur fic comes out !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, with your problem of worrying, if it doesn't fit with my AU, umm,,, its like kinda familar with the OG show!! But in the Aau bobert is leaning how he acts in the comics cause i said so/silly between that and how Baymax from big hero six is programmed to be igggggggggggg idk
be creative tho, and stick with what you have so far, btwbtw am sure itll turn out great
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Okay LOOK how calm and peaceful he looks. Sitting alone there, in his own world. But also how sad he looks. The artist has done a really good job with the contrasting colours. His world is literally cold and blue right now and he just wants things to change. But he knows things don’t change in Gotham. It never does.
And then there’s the fact that his bike is there-
This boy drove- HE DROVE to sit on a bench and feed these birds. And no he didn't just hand them a leftover bite of his sandwich as he sat on a bench. No no no, he BOUGHT the breadcrumbs! Look at the little paper bag!! He bought breadcrumbs and drove his bike to sit alone on his bench and feed the pigeons.
This is what he does to calm down and unwind and empty his head from the bat-filled chaos he experienced. It's canon to me so yeah l'lI never shut up about this. My heart can't handle this information. I need to give this boy a hug
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