#ray meet the cores

[vhs-consumer]

i fuvkin love robots

Feeling bad for Stirling ngl, they were so mean to him :(( he just wanted to rebuild his home man, I would never betray this little guy

also gave my guy a name, meet Carrion the bone core, they can definitely be trusted with humans, trust me!

[viva-la-runaway]

I think I mentioned my headcanon about Wheatley’s siblings in the RickRatt post. So, I thought I'd share these while I work on my Pride Month drawing.

All the siblings are characters either from the game, or from the series “Meet the cores” on Youtube by Harry101UK. I own none of these characters.

Small TW: Implied child neglect (nothing too detailed.)

I’ll start off by showing y'all my more recent Wheatley design. This is the one I usually stick to these days

Then right here is the older design, and with him is my human design of Space core.

Headcanon time, yippee :D

So, almost all of Wheatley’s siblings come from different moms, but they all have the same dad. Ray, Clark, and Rose have the same mom because they're triplets. Rick and Wheatley have the same mom, but she died while giving birth to Wheatley

Most of the kids don't have much contact with their moms, as they all grew up with their neglectful fathers. Their mothers were never in positions to care for them entirely or were products of one-night stands, so they usually just ended up in the care of the oldest three brothers.

Rusty, Fergus, and Chuck were in charge growing up. They each worked jobs to help feed the younger siblings, while the middle kids did things for their neighbors to earn extra cash.

For such a chaotic and sometimes rather unfortunate life, they all turned out fine and got jobs at Aperture. Wheatley’s good record at work actually helped most of the siblings get jobs there, even if some of their jobs were rather unimportant in some peoples eyes.

Wheatley was actually rather brilliant before he was turned into a core. He was still very talkative while working at Aperture. He also tended to be a bit clumsy and often made mistakes, sometimes forgetting to do his work because he was too busy yapping at his coworkers. Those little flaws are what I imagine led to his selection for the core experiments.

If you guys want more specific headcanons, I have a TON. I guess this could be considered an Au, so I'd love to share more if you guys have any questions about it. :)

[mx-mongoose]

RAYYYY

[emotionalshawtysinthisbitch]

[i-like-blue-eyed-robots]

Oops I doodled instead of sleeping. Cut-up parts below

[purebbyfawn]

if i was a cowboy, i’d be the queen ♡

[socksareunderated]

Alignment charts pt.2

i got more

:)

[hauntedrose555]

When you gonna ditch that stupid you got, it’s me you should be seeing!

[lacking-hydration]

too much harry101uk rewatching . cat 5 mental illness unlocked

[fanmade-cores-competion]

ROUND 1

[vhs-consumer]

Tryin to figure out an android design for portal cores ✌️

Finished Portal 2 n watched Meet The Cores recently so yea, they're living rent free in my mind now

Also 2 of my fav spheres and my freak of a core, the uhhhhh idk bone core????? Idk Aperture prob got quite the bone collection there now, thanks to Wheatley lol

[mogai-headcanons]

Onathan from Meet the Cores is an autistic gay trans neogirl boything with NPD and OSDD who uses he/him and it/its pronouns!

It's friends with Ray, an autistic lesbian nonbinary agender sharkgender seagender gendersea hydrogender oceanic mavrine merquarian aquarian autigender fascigender stebaonic core with ADHD who uses he/him, it/its, they/them, she/her, and any shark- or ocean-related neopronouns!

dni link

[emotionalshawtysinthisbitch]

2007 cvnty older sister core aka the vibe i aspire to have

[theskeletoninthegarden]

My brain: (describes a well detailed plot with interesting characters and their conflicts)

Me: Alright, so let's write it!

My brain: I don't actually want to and neither do you.

[monstersholygrail]

A familiar voice clears their throat and Demon Priest immediately knows it’s you who’s come to him so early on this Sunday morning. Not because the sound of your voice but because the call that yanks at his chest, urging him to go to the door. His body ready to obey your every command.

The nearing church service lingers in the back of his mind but as he meets your eye it soon becomes forgotten. “Good morning, little dove. What calls you to me this morning?”

“Maybe I missed you. I haven’t seen you in nearly a week,” you respond coyly, sauntering in. Looking Demon Priest up and down, thinking about how damn hot he looks in his robes.

Seeing you walk to him, Demon Priest immediately stands and matches your steps. The need to be closer to you, to touch you, claws at his chest. That familiar relief shoots through him as soon as he gathers you in his arms, your touch flooding through him and providing a break to the ache.

“Oh, my heart… I apologize. I’ve been far too focused on finishing my work. And I fear I’ve still yet to perfect it.”

You glance down at his desk, papers sprawled everywhere. A perfect amount to passionately brush the clutter aside and slam you down on the desk to take you right then and there. A shiver runs through your body as you look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Why don’t you practice it on me?”

It’s as if Demon Priest was set on this path to simply answer to your every desire as the moment you look at him he seems to read your mind. Knowing exactly what you need from him. And he’d risk anything to give it to you. He growls furiously and scoops you up into his arms only to plop you down on the desk.

“Or why don’t I practice something else on you first?”

Demon Priest’s hand is down your panties in a flash and a wicked glint sparks in his eye as he realizes you came to him ready for his cock, your folds gushing with slick. His fangs shine in the morning light as he smirks, revealing his cock and driving it to your core as if it’s his guiding light.

As soon as his cock sinks into your warm walls a rumble moves through Demon Priests’ chest, your warmth akin not to the flames of hell but of the blessed rays of heaven. He loses himself in the smooth glide of your pussy against his length.

Time and everything else fades more and more with every passionate thrust of his cock. He’s found his holy grail and he won’t let go of you for anything. Your nails clawing into his back as you gasp and moan shows him you don’t plan to let go either. The table squeaks along with floor with the increasing force of his hips.

A sudden knock on the door, a reminder of his duties, threatens to pull him from paradise and Demon Priest suddenly realizes where he is. A house of worship. He looks at your fucked out expression as he shows his devotion. How fitting.

“Ten— fifteen minutes!” Demon Priest calls back, not even able to stop as he pounds his cock deep inside your warm fat cunt. As your jaw extends to moan, he pulls you into his throat, the vibrations causing him to shake.

“You’ll be late,” The man outside annoyingly replies.

“They can wait!” Demon Priest snarls, his demonic features drawing out at the force of his anger. His claws extending to tickle your sides.

Deep growls huff out of him and he has to bury his face in your hair. It takes deep gulps of your scent and the ravaging of your gummy walls just to calm down. His large towering form cages you into his embrace and he falls back into your abyss.

He takes every second he can of those fifteen minutes to rut inside you as ferociously as he can. Pumping inside you till you fall apart in his arms, a fierce scream falling past your lips and right into his wiling flesh. With your pussy clenching around him so sweetly he explodes inside of you, relishing in every spurt that hits your eager womb.

Demon Priest whispers endless praises under his breath as you both calm down. Your panting breaths the loudest sound in the room. Both of you bask in the glow for as long as you can.

“You have to go,” you whisper breathlessly. Not wanting him to.

“They can wait,” he repeats softly to you. Not wanting to either.

[pretentiousbrownie]

have I got some holes for y’all :3

anyone want pics of my holes?