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Sexualize a Robot.

[dragon-spaghetti]

Dad & daughters day out ✨

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[fishareglorious]

kakania numero uno reverse 1999 character on the fact she makes a dig on the sex life of the guy she was dueling with at the moment. while also somewhat kinda maybe implying she fucked his wife

[clayfellover]

personal designs for the ancient cookies in my headcanoned height order. i put way too much detail into some of these. I made golden cheese harpy-esque, white lily a faerie (we can. we can ignore moonlight faerie right now that'll. she'll come when i draw the faeries which will probably be soon. i love them all very much), and dark cacao has draconic lineage only visible in his eyes. pv and hollyberry are human. cookie? you know what i mean

beast designs can be found here! These designs are pre eternal sugar and silent salt release though

(pssst! my commissions are still open!)

standalone drawings underneath the cut:

[nattikay]

haha yeah so you know how Jake calls Neytiri "baby" in the comics? well I had a really stupid thought while driving the other day

imagine that the first time he calls her this, she's just found out she's pregnant, but hasn't told him yet. In fact, she's just about to do so, and when she tells him she needs to talk to him, he says something like "yeah sure, what is it, baby?"

and Neytiri, unfamiliar with English terms of endearment, is just like "...wAIT HOW DID YOU KNOW??!?!"

and Jake, utterly baffled by this response, is just

"wait wha—"

[glorbs-dominion]

Here, for all Half Life and Invader Zim fans, this is a meme that got sent into our "Fame Channel".

[izzystizzys]

Fox tags along on a smuggling bust one (1) time and subsequently wishes he’d never been decanted.

Well, he’s arrested the perp a lot more than just one time, actually, but that very first tackle into a chokehold and electrocuffs more than sufficed to turn the fates against him - the fates, and Cody, the insufferable twat. They’re not actually even batchmates, the lot of them, and going by numbers Fox was decanted long before them (long as in seconds or minutes, no one actually knows), but Seventeen put them all in a training room together and then stupid kriffing Kote looked him up and down, nodded, and hasn’t stopped calling him vod’ika since.

“Why is one of the Republic’s most wanted criminals asking to speak to you, vod’ika?”, Cody asks, without any preamble, almost making Fox cut the holocall on principle. He would, if General Kenobi wasn’t right there next to the little shit. “And why do I not like his tone?”

Fox has to resist the urge to close his eyes and scream, making do with a deep sigh instead. Force curse the day Cody decided to adopt-nap him, and Wolffe following suit immediately. “Weequay, shifty eyes, stupid fucking pirate bandana?”

Cody’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and Kenobi’s eyebrows raise simultaneously. It’s more than a little creepy.

Fox rolls his eyes so hard he sees stars. “Tell him he can go space himself, unless he wants me to do it for him. And then tell him that if he sends me fuzzy fucking socks again I might just hunt him down and do it anyways.”

Past the slide of the door, Thorn’s unmistakable cackle reaches Fox. And Cody, going by the narrowing of his eyes. “Don’t tell him that, ori’vod, he’s probably into that”, Thorn calls out, gleefully, and Force Fox really should’ve kept this to himself in the first place.

He would’ve, actually, but the constant stream of strange presents into Guard headquarters is hard to miss. It was Alderaanian chocolates, last week, which Fox pawned off on the Shinies. A box from a store with a blacked out label before that, which he launched out the window with burning ears before Thire could get a closer look at it.

“Actually”, Thorn continues, happily, “I don’t think it matters much if you do tell him anything - it’s not like the Commander has been the most graceful courtée, and that hasn’t done anything to discourage our favorite smuggler.”

“Marshall Commander”, Fox hisses, because he’s a pissy bitch, and then, because all professionalism has gone out the window anyways, “This is why Stone is my favourite.”

Thorn’s wounded gasp is lost over Kenobi’s thoughtful hum, and Cody’s patented I’m-going-to-do-something-incredibly-stupid-and-you-can’t-stop-me glare. “That would explain why we have Hondo Ohnaka accosting our troopers about your flavour preferences concerning fruit candies. But the one asking to speak to you is Cad Bane, Marshall Commander.”

The string of curses Fox lets out at that is loud enough to have Mauler stick his head in the com room to ask if everything is alright, and Thorn roll on the floor with howling laughter.

Force curse the day he ever slapped electrocuffs on Hondo Ohnaka, and double-curse the one he threw Cad Bane to the floor with a scissor leg takedown.

[thatskyafro]

Stinky cats

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[geoffscowboyhat]

total drama characters as text posts 💕

part 1, part 2

[wabunguss]

idk what the fuck i was doing with the shading it looks ass but when i dont post for like 5 days plus i get anxious so im just throwinf shit out of my ass i been drawing a a lot of suits ssooo here guys gheerrr

[maliciousalice]

Cooking something maybe??? Idk Just thumbnails at the moment.

[thenon-fictiondays]

WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

[nattule29]

The benrius kid au !!!!

So...made this thing two weeks ago and dropped it. If I'm gonna continue this or not? idk maybe, might drop it, might redo it, might continue it, who knows

There's a fic under the line

summary: how they found Dhalia :/ about 1,140 words.

btw im not much of a writer and it's not proofread YOUVE BEEN WARNED!

Five years. It’s been five years since this dynamic duo finally came together after navigating denial, hurt, and confusion. Five years since Darius said, "I love you back without the bud."

Darius leaned his head against the newly purchased, yet still old, van, watching the trees blur past in a comforting silence beside his date.

"Beep beep!"

“What was that?”

“Nothing…”

“Ben, we’ve talked about this. You can’t wait until the last minute to fill up the gas tank.”

“Fine. There’s a gas station on the way home; I’ll stop there.”

“Good,” Darius said, leaning back against the window.

Ben released a resigned sigh, a small smile tugging at his lips. He knew better than to argue against Darius; he’d probably jump out of the van if he did.

Tree after tree blurred by until Ben finally pulled into a quaint gas station café. He parked next to the pumps and got out, walking to Darius's side, he opened the car door like a true gentleman.

“Sir?” Ben teased, flashing a playful smile as he extended his hand to Darius. Darius rolled his eyes but took it anyway.

“What? Isn’t this what boyfriends do?” Ben quipped, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Darius felt his ears warm slightly at the word “boyfriend,” and he couldn’t help but smile.

"You're such a goof" Darius’s smile widened, and it lifted Ben’s heart,

Darius decided to head into the café, leaving Ben to take care of the gas tank.

Ben whistled to himself, glancing around, when suddenly he heard a thud followed by a hiss from the side of the café. His curiosity piqued.

“Compys…” he whispered, a hint of dread in his voice. He tried to focus on his task, but another sound caught his attention—a cry? He froze and walked toward the side of the café, where the noise was coming from. There, nestled beside a small, closed box, he spotted the compys scratching at it, drawn in by the faint cooing inside.

“Hey!” Ben shouted, swinging his arm to scare the pesky creatures away.

Ben cautiously opened the box to discover what the compys were so desperately after. His face twisted in shocked confusion as he gasped, “What the-!?”

𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌

"They sell a bunch of nasty compy meat!? So I didint get anything from the cafe, but we can cook up our breakfast for dinner…Hey, you okay?"

“I… I found a baby…” Ben stammered, holding the small cardboard box tightly in his hands, as if afraid it might disappear if he loosened his grip. The tiny creature inside peered up at him, wide-eyed and vulnerable.

Darius’s face twisted in puzzlement. “What do you mean you found a baby—” He leaned closer, peering over the box that Ben held so tightly. “Oh, wh—where did you!? Ben, whose baby is this?!” Darius exclaimed, his voice rising in surprise.

Ben’s shoulders shot up in a shrug, his eyes wide with uncertainty. “I don’t know! It was just there, behind the café!” He looked at Darius, searching for answers as panic started to creep in. His fingers tightened around the box as if he could somehow protect the tiny creature inside.

Darius took a step closer, instinctively reaching out as if to touch the box, but hesitated. “What if it’s hurt? We can’t just leave it here!” His brows knitted together in concern, glancing around as if expecting someone to come rushing out of the café to claim the baby.

Ben’s heart raced. “…so what do we do with it?” His shoulder slumped back down, the weight of the situation settling on him like a heavy cloak.

"I guess we take them home," Darius said, his voice steadying. "Figure out what to do when we get back home…they were obviously abandoned, so no point in finding the parent." He looked down at the tiny creature in sympathy, his expression softening.

“Are you sure?” Ben’s voice was barely above a whisper, his gaze darting from Darius to the baby. “What if it's parents—”

“We can figure that out later. Right now, we need to make sure it’s safe.” Studying the tiny creature peering up at them, its wide eyes glistening with innocence.

As they exchanged worried glances, Ben gently shifted the box closer to Darius. “Can you… can you hold it?”

Darius hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he took the box. “Okay, but let’s be careful.” He felt a rush of warmth and protectiveness swell in his chest, he tried to push it down.

“Yeah, like it’s made of glass,” Ben chuckled nervously, but his smile faded as he scanned their surroundings again. “What if someone sees us? What if they think we kidnaped a baby and-?”

“Ben, focus.” Darius’s tone was firm but gentle. “We’ll figure out the details later. Let’s get out of here first.”

Ben nodded, casting one last look at the café. A feeling of dread washed over him. They were stepping into uncharted territory, and he had no idea what they were getting themselves into.

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note- if I do continue this I'll continue this on ao3. I don't know if I'll stick with this story or change how they meet.

[fridayyy-13th]

hate that "sorry professor, i came to class underprepared because i was watching the election results like a hawk so i could know if my human rights are going to remain intact in the near future" is absolutely not going to be a viable excuse for class tomorrow