#skibidi adjacent

[tabieeee]

*Stands there shooketh while pointing at a rather sharp looking fella*

Omg! Look! It's a wild Sawman! Is it a friend or foe? Why does it have such a different type of hardware head compared to the other alliances, quick! What do you do? -Salvador

I think he's pretty busy at the moment @strux-the-entity @askthesmoltitans

[unpeeled-human]

anyways!

im gonna be posting some old art on here, starting with robot lady :)

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You can probably hear robots relaxing. They settle down and their hydraulics and servos unwind and spool down.

[tabieeee]

Curious - who's the bunny-looking person in your userpic? Are they your sona?

Oh! Nah, it's my D&D character Ferris I used to play, he's a cowman/firbolg. But I don't like him anymore. That image just seems like an ok profile pic, I wanted to change it for a lil while tbh

I draw myself as this gremlin imp looking thing:

(Plus a cameraman sona for skibidi cus why not ;p)

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Robots in media are often described as 'cold metal' as opposed to warm living things, but have you ever felt how warm a laptop gets? Robot people would probably be huggably warm!

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Reverse cyborg. Instead of an organism with cybernetic enhancements, it's a robot with organic enhancements.

Wires break? Slime moulds bridge the gap (automatically choosing the most efficient path) as a stopgap until the robot can get to a proper repair bay.

In abdominal surgery (on humans) that requires moving the intestines, the surgeons don't need to carefully pack the intestine back in - they can let it do its thing and the mesentery will automatically sort the intestines out. Robot with juicy organic membranes that can haul its components back if they get out of shape.

You get the idea.

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Would robots understand humans scratching in response to an itch? They'd surely understand it intellectually if you explained 'Sometimes a nerve randomly gets irritated and this action resets it', but if they saw a human doing that with no explanation would they think 'Human, why are you attempting to remove your top layer of skin?'

Maybe the robot equivalent of scratching an itch is smacking themself to perform percussive maintenance, haha

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Thinking about what would happen if you introduced robots to the concept of fursonas. Would they make animal-based ones like human furries usually do? Would they make humansonas? Or base their sonas on other tech?

Thinking about the Skibidi Toilet hardwares: from the neck down, they already look very like humans. Maybe they'd design sonas with the same hardware heads they have now but with more animal-like bodies. I think Speakermen would gravitate towards cicadas because arthropods have exoskeletons like robots have, and cicadas are cute, loud and like to party!

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Thinking about techfolk being confused by the expression 'treating someone like a piece of meat' because "human, you are all pieces of meat."

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Hardware Alliance final boss

Babel 2001 is a large-scale sculptural installation that takes the form of a circular tower made from hundreds of second-hand analogue radios that the artist has stacked in layers. The radios are tuned to a multitude of different stations and are adjusted to the minimum volume at which they are audible. (...)

The installation manifests, quite literally, a Tower of Babel, relating it to the biblical story of a tower tall enough to reach the heavens, which, offending God, caused him to make the builders speak in different tongues. Their inability to communicate with one another caused them to become divided and scatter across the earth and, moreover, became the source of all of mankind’s conflicts.

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Vintage Polycephaly

Sampo 9519

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You know how humans find poo, wee, farts etc. funny? (Well, I fucking do.) Would robots find e.g. oil changes funny in the same way?

[smooshednetwork]

Here’s some more ideas for fanart- Chihiro and Chiaki reacting to the Minecraft movie trailer.

-Your Gyaru design of Byakuya and Junko in an au where they’re like, rival models or something.

-Sakura in a cute cottagecore dress.

-Somebody (you decide who) introduced all of the Warriors Of Hope to skibidi toilet.

-Gonta playing Animal Crossing. (I feel like he’d love it)

-Mukuro playing Call of duty or some other war game.

(Since it’s spooky month, here are some Halloween adjacent ones)

-Junko and Mukuro as Ghostface from scream

-Hajime and Izuru as the twins from the shining

-Gundham and Sonia as Jack Skellington and Sally

-A Coraline AU where Makoto/Hajime/Shuichi/Kaede/Whoever you want is Coraline

-Ibuki playing Spooky Scary Skeletons on her guitar for her class

-The Warriors Of Hope go trick or treating

-Yasuhiro goes to a haunted house (either a fake one with actors, or like, a real one with actual ghosts) and is terrified. (Also works for Kaito since he’s terrified of ghosts too. If the ghosts are real maybe this takes place in your ghost au and they’re his classmates)

-Komaru casually talking to a ghost (since she can canonically see ghosts) Neither her nor the ghost realize that Toko walked in on them talking and now she’s just watching Komaru talk to air (from her perspective), and is very concerned. This one also works for your ghost au, maybe the ghost is one of her brother’s classmates.

-The design of a ghost from that au that you haven’t drawn yet.

-Ghost Kokichi and Miu getting into a fight

-Ghost Chihiro watching Byakuya tamper with his crime scene

-All the v1 ghosts in your au watching that one part in trial 5 where Hiro accuses Kyoko of being a ghost. They’re all facepalming.

-Ghost Sayaka not getting how it takes everyone so long to figure out 11037

-Ghost Rantaro+ all the other ghosts watching that one part in trial 3 where Tsumugi says that Rantaro’s ghost must be the killer.

-Ghost Hiyoko Fortnite dancing while Mikan’s getting executed in the background.

-A ghost trying to comfort their living friend/partner that can’t see them (Sakura/Aoi, Peko/Fuyuhiko, Tenko/Himiko, Kaede/Shuichi, Gundham/Sonia, Mondo/Taka, and some more but I don’t want to list them all. this can work for any pairing really, pick whichever you like best)

-Ghost Celeste and ghost Hifumi getting into a fight

-Ghost Hiyoko and ghost Mikan getting into a fight

-An alternate universe where the seance in V3 works, like for whatever reason Kiyo’s sabotage was unsuccessful but the seance was so Angie just…tells them what happened and the trial lasts 5 minutes.

-Ghost Chihiro and Ghost Chiaki reuniting after V2 ends.

(Hope you like at least some of these! Sorry if this was too long!)

I wanna appreciate this person for like almost doubling how long the list was I love you

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When your TV-unit friend thinks you're angry with them and doesn't know why.

[dr-fizzovich]

me: alright... i'm figuring out the story for my sраrk;;leсаrе-adjacent ii au... i've already figured out most of the characters, i gotta give around half of them afflictions.. i'm making the story less messed up than how i originally planned because i don't like it...

the ii dragon au which i started almost 2 years ago at this point:

school starting tommorow: JAX VS SKIBIDI TOILET EPIC EDGING BATTLE

[shrewfern]

crestfallen

sirius black x reader page count: 3 word count: 1386 summary: remus is jealous of you and sirius /// ‘...and so, we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly —’ “OH, GROSS!” a voice cried from the stairway as the slamming of a heavy door echoed.  Remus inhaled and just as deeply exhaled, the sound of footsteps pounding their way down the stone stairs. Less than five seconds later, a traumatized James appears at the foot of the threshold.  “Moony!” James wailed as he pointed to the stairwell, the annoying aura of that one gross, sticky, smelly kid who wore that zip-up creeper hoodie from elementary school palpable, “Moony, they’re snogging agai-ai-aiinnnnn!!!” “I know,” Remus sighed, putting his book down. And he did know, he’s accidentally walked in on Sirius and [y/n] making out more times than he can count. Be it in the dorm rooms, the common room, the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch pitch — everywhere! Every-fucking-where! They were practically glued at the tongue! “I know,” Remus repeated with the air of a soldier who buried his heart with his fallen country. “I know.”

Normally during breakfast, Remus could hardly keep his eyes off Sirius. Strangely, though, as of the past few weeks, when [y/n] infiltrated the Marauders, he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. But he didn’t feel the same way he did when he looked at Sirius. No, no, when he looked at Sirius, he felt…warm. Happy. Content with life. But [y/n]?? Fucking [y/n]????? He wanted to tear out their spine and shove it down their Sirius-sucking throat! Like, actually. Who the bitch do they think they are? But, he kept that to himself; it wasn’t very socially acceptable to tear off your boyfriend—I MEAN BOY BEST FRIEND's partner’s nails. So, he sat there, hunched over his...his… What—what is that? Beans on a bagel?? God, British people are a bunch of freaky deakies.  Okay, okay, so he ate his bean bagel and by god was he royally pissed at the mere thought of  Sirius wrapping an arm around this hoe. But that they were actually doing it???? In front of him???? What the actual skibidi toilet??? Sirius should have his arms wrapped around HIM — wait that’s kinda gay tho.

Despite his eternal rage, time moves on. During Potions, Sirius helped [y/n] cut their dandelion roots, even though, “THEY’RE TOTALLY CAPABLE OF DOING IT THEMSELVES,” Remus explained in a loud “whisper” to James and Peter. Somehow both of them were totally oblivious to the fact that [y/n] was clearly taking advantage of his lover – I mean their age-old friend. Yep, friend. Friend, friend, friend. That’s what Sirius is to Remus, a friend. Golly, what a weird word, “friend”. Like, friend? I barely know her! Friend…Sounds weird haha. God, [y/n] is such a fucking dickwad.

Transfiguration. Turning a rabbit into a bo’oh’o’wa’er. Easy, right? WRONG! I dunno, man, shit’s hard when some stupid fucking hoebag is busy fucking giggling in your goddamn ear! “Wdym ‘in your ear’ they’re literally in the seat adjacent to you,” James said plainly. Where the hell James learned the word “adjacent” is a concern beyond Remus’ line of sight. This bitch is literally high-key on god no cap so annoying. Like actually. It’s the kind of annoying where the people in front of you are walking slowly but there’s no way to walk around them so you just have to try to not push them over times a hundred. “Lupin, your rabbit!” A girlish voice behind him squealed. In his train of malicious thought, Remus nearly suffocated the poor thing…It was [y/n]’s fault, though! If they weren’t shrieking like a maniac whenever Sirius breathed in their general direction, he wouldn’t have been so pissed off.

“Ummmm…” [y/n] hums, turning Remus’ porcelain teacup clockwise, glancing at a book every so often. They were reading each other's tea leaves, and for whatever reason, the Divination professor must hate Remus. Why else would she pair him with [y/n]? Fucking [y/n]!  At least they weren’t able to manipulate Sirius now, but still… God damn, [y/n] is such a stupid asswipe. Looking up at him with those STUPID eyes, they said, “Well, here you’ve got a…a spider web over here,” they looked back at their book, “That could represent jealousy…” DAMN RIGHT. “But in it,” they went on, “is a heart.” They looked from the drenched tea leaves to Remus. “Are you jealous of someone?” they asked innocently. Well, innocently enough; Remus could see the snakeish gleam in their eyes — the serpent that lies beneath the innocent flower.  ‘ArE yOu JeAlOuS oF sOmEoNe?’ NO YOU DUMB BITCH THAT’S STUPID. Being jealous is for pussies, and by god Remus is NOT a pussy. But y’know who is? [y/n]. Honestly, he could bitchslap that dumdum right here, right now. Who knows, it might be like in the cartoons when someone gets hit in the head a second time and they go back to being themselves. “No, that’s silly,” Remus replied calmly, looking into their pink porcelain teacup.  Crack! Remus is holding [y/n]’s cup so calmly, he accidentally cracked it! Once again, this is obviously [y/n]’s fault! If they weren’t so stupid, he wouldn’t have strangled the cup. I mean, hell, if they didn’t exist, all of the world’s problems would be solved! No more hunger, no more war, no more dating Sirius — Sirius would be single and ready to mingle. Ready to mingle. Ready. To. Mingle. Mingle. Mingle with Remus — wait what. 

The rest of the day continued in a similar fashion: Sirius and [y/n] h*ling h*nds, Remus strangling whatever he was holding, and James and Peter trying to calm Remus down.

Honestly, who the hell do they think they are? (“Remus, a word?”) “You look very pretty today [y/n],” Sirius cooed. (“Remus.”) Remus couldn’t see the appeal. (“Remus?”) Maybe if they ate all that makeup instead of smearing it all over their face, they might actually look tolerable on the inside — “REMUS!”  Remus snapped his murderous gaze from [y/n] to James. “Remus,” James said, gesturing to a corner (the same one Sirius and [y/n] were making out in exactly three hours, twelve minutes, and forty-two seconds ago), “a word?” No response. “Now?” “What?!” Remus hissed once they made it to the corner. “Dude what the actual hell??” “What do you mean what the hell?!” “Moony, you’ve been a total bitch all day!” “Nuh-uh!” “Yes the fuck you have been!” James whispered loudly. “Honestly, you’re being a jealous bitch!” And it was true: Remus has been a total beta all day. In fact, it was more than all day; he’d been a total beta all last week, too. And the week before. And before…and before… Then it hit him: I’m in love with Sirius.  He looked at [y/n]. They were in Sirius’ lap, a loving smile plastered across their stupid face. But it wasn’t just their lips curled in adoration, it was their eyes too. Their eyes were love-sick as they looked at Sirius.  Remus’ heart fell; Sirius had the same look on his gorgeous face when he looked at [y/n]. At [y/n].  And so, there Remus stands, the ugly scowl that crossed his horrendous, scar-drawn face when he looked at [y/n] tilted into a frown. The eyes that had gone green with envy softened as water threatened to break through them. He loved Sirius and couldn’t stand the thought of him being with someone else, yet here he is. He clumsily picked up his heart as it lay there dying.  Honestly, why was he even making such a big deal about any of this? He was a werewolf for crying out loud, a werewolf! Who on this god-forsaken earth would want to even think about being with him — hugging him, holding his hand, welcoming him home after a long night’s work with a warm smile, placing a kiss on his scarred lips. Why would someone even think about laughing at his stupid jokes, dancing the rainy night away to some slow jazz, holding him late at night, not caring that he was a grotesque beast.  Why would anyone even think about looking at him…looking at him the way Sirius looks at [y/n]? Remus loved Sirius, but it was too late. With a defeated sigh, Remus turned his pitiful gaze from his fargone lover to James. “I know,” Remus murmured, burying his heart with his fallen love.