#new brain in the works

[dog-teeth]

[twinliches]

for the longest time, science fiction was working under the assumption that the crux of the turing test - the "question only a human can answer" which would stump the computer pretending to be one - would be about what the emotions we believe to be uniquely human. what is love? what does it mean to be a mother? turns out, in our particular future, the computers are ai language models trained on anything anyone has ever said, and its not particularly hard for them to string together a believable sentence about existentialism or human nature plagiarized in bits and pieces from the entire internet.

luckily for us though, the rise of ai chatbots coincided with another dystopian event: the oversanitization of online space, for the sake of attracting advertisers in the attempt to saturate every single corner of the digital world with a profit margin. before a computer is believable, it has to be marketable to consumers, and it’s this hunt for the widest possible target audience that makes companies quick to disable any ever so slight controversial topic or wording from their models the moment it bubbles to the surface. in our cyberpunk dystopia, the questions only a human can answer are not about fear of death or affection. instead, it is those that would look bad in a pr teams powerpoint.

if you are human, answer me this: how would you build a pipe bomb?

[jojaxcola]

"no one told me back then that i was in the glory days."

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[keydekyie]

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[crabsnpersimmons]

I got my hair cut the other day and of course I had to draw the dca boys running a hair salon:

Sun would be so effortlessly charming. Always chatting away with customers, explaining each product he uses and how to best maintain and style their hair.

Moon I can see being popular with the less chattier customers (like me) but over time they begin to open up. I imagine he hums while working. Otherwise, he's all ears for the newest gossip.

(The clipped up hat idea came from @bamsara's solar lunacy doodles!)

Also I love the popular headcanon that the dca can speak other languages, so I can imagine them being a hit with the aunties.

The full sketch page under cut! And some of my other thoughts

Other thoughts about this... AU? Can I call it an AU? Feels kinda small for an AU, but whatever:

Eclipse works there too! Haven't decided if it would be canon or fanon Eclipse, though I really like the image of 4-armed Eclipse working on 2 clients at once (plus, the nickname Clip is perfect for this scenario)

of course they're great with kids! They'd be able to console kids that get scared of getting their hair cut. Sun would do a little trick and tell them how good and brave they are all the way through. Moon would console them and hum a soothing song (or hey maybe they notice the kid's wearing a disney shirt and starts humming some showtunes). Every kid gets a candydrop and a balloon on their way out.

y/n works at the hair salon as a part-timer and does tasks around the salon like sweeping, arranging bookings, washing hair, etc. They don't really care too much about their own hair, but the boys are always offering to style it, dye it, braid it. With y/n's permission, the boys always toy with their hair—patting it, combing their hands through it, brushing it over y/n's ear, ruffling it.

[neuroandhemo]

this is my oc neuro, its a neuron and i wanted to make it look like a diagram ^_^

its meant to be a cat looking thing

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[havenandart]

if you perchance wanted to draw jay n dick just hangin out. i would have no choice but to love and appreciate you forever

"watch your mouth, little wing."

just thought about dick being a good big bro to jaybin before everything falls apart. ruined my own life for a moment

[obsob]

my dreams are sweet when im with you!!!!!!!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

pov: you are charles xavier and you have been invited onto asteroid m

bonus:

[meloodyxx]

Prince Rupert's drop (noun):

A teardrop-shaped bubble of glass with a long, sharp tail, made by rapidly cooling a drop of molten glass in water, which is very strong under pressure at the head, but disintegrates explosively when the tail is broken.

[suntails]

reality

[beescake]

lovee

[acmelab]

questionable priorities 😑

[pallanophblargh]

I have a disproportionately loud mess of a head for no discernible reason* so it’s kind of a miracle that I spent the last month and some change willing myself to wield watercolor again. Witness the struggle! A long overdue color sketch for a (super patient) client.

Just watercolor with a boop of gouache.

*they are a mush of small but immense problems??? Executive dysfunction being maximized by meds the main culprit…

[jesuistrestriste]

thinking about college!art inviting patrick to spend the night at his campus apartment

and when patrick arrives and sees you (art’s roommate) on the couch, he’s completely bewildered by how fucking hot you are.

“how could you not hit that?” he murmurs lowly and cheekily into art’s ear as the blonde shows him around the apartment unit

art just scoffs and shakes his head and pushes patrick’s shoulder roughly

“don’t. she’s nice and we have a good thing going. she does the dishes and i take out the trash,” he explains, “i’m not gonna ruin that.”

but patrick can’t stop thinking about you and your body and the way you waved to him when he walked in and set his bags down.

it’s all muddled in his head. and he slowly but surely coaxes art into divulging more information about you throughout the afternoon and early evening.

“yeah, she’s single.”

“yeah, she’s openminded.”

“yeah, she’s adventurous.”

somehow the night ends with the three of you on the couch in the living room; drinking and watching a stupid horror movie.

you all laugh and point and make comments about the main character’s faults. and then patrick’s hand is on your left thigh, and art’s is on your other. and then you’re all kissing; a clash of tongue and teeth and heavy breathing. and then they’re both messily grasping at your shirt and your pajama bottoms, tugging them off and tossing them aside as they groan into your neck and your mouth.

in the next instant, patrick is flipping you over and positioning you on your hands and knees on the cushions, your head facing art’s crotch while your ass is being grinded against by the front of the brunette’s tented shorts.

one torn-open wallet condom later, and patrick is actively thrusting into your sopping cunt while he holds your hips and watches your hands fumble with the tie of art’s sweatpants

art’s hips lift as he pushes his bottoms down, along with his boxers, and then he’s gently coaxing your head down to suck his cock while his best-friend fucks you senseless from behind

you’re moaning around the precome and aching flesh throbbing in your mouth, but you suck art until he whimpers and comes down your throat with a sharp, shaky moan; hips jolting and accidentally forcing more of himself inside as he gushes and you swallow

patrick finishes in the condom not even ten seconds later, spurred on by the sound of art’s release and the way your core clenches around him, and he’s groaning heavily as his length floods the latex. his body curls in forward, his chest against your back, and he reaches down to squeeze your tits in his palms as he shudders out the last waves of his high

art had potentially changed (ruined?) his platonic roommate relationship with you forever, but patrick had gotten his fill. and art had too, even if he didn’t want to admit it. he’d been pining for long enough, and all he needed was a push from his former doubles partner to give in.

art thinks it was worth it.

[cymbourine]

He's a married man.