#still in development :3

[thedoodlenoodle14]

Ok sooo...a cool person ( @regretfullyrave ), convinced me to create a post about a few of my OCs for my future murder drones AU called "It lives on Ebony 8" and welll.....here it is! XD

I'll also first say that my AU takes place on a completely different Exoplanet called Ebony 8 (which instead of being ice and snow is mostly just forest and rivers, no oceans tho, unfortunately), but still used to be inhabited by humans before the disassembly drones attacked 😅

But, here's a list of my MD OCs! :3 or at least, the OC's I think are most important XD

1. Xane- Grumpy boi Xane! XD Before he was sent to earth, he, as well as two other disassembly drone ocs, Beta and Green, had a virus implanted within them which became known as "The Dark Matter infection" (which sort of gave Cyn an easy access to, not take them as hosts, but use them as puppets instead). Although Xane loves to fight, he hates to fight when controlled by Cyn and wishes to find a cure.

Other than that, Xane may seem pretty threatening, but deep down he's a big softie (he won't admit it tho XD)

2. Eric- Eric is my worker drone oc, and possibly the main character of my AU 👀 his parents once studied the disassembly drones and the The Dark Matter infection and after their death, Eric continued their work, but also befriended Xane and helps to find a cure for him.

Eric is smart, but not a very good fighter XD but he's kind and willing to give second chances. He finds disassembly drones way more fascinating than scary too lol

3. Green - (creative name, I know TvT) Just like Xane, Green also has the Dark Matter infection. When she landed on Ebony 8, she took a lot of damage. Her weapon system was damaged beyond repair, leaving her somewhat defenceless. However, without her weapon system, she couldn't easily overheat, meaning she didn't have a need to kill worker drones for oil. She actually ended up befriending a worker drone colony and becoming sort of a protector of them. Green is pretty chill and laid back tho and not overly dramatic like Xane XD

4. Beta - Once again, he has the Dark Matter infection too 😅 he's still a character I'm developing, but from what I can say, he's a pretty jumpy and paranoid dude and always nervous. And his best friend is a cat called Milo! :3 (Beta is a major cat person XD)

(I don't have an updated design for him yet 😅)

5. M - M is the leader of one of the disassembly drone squads (Xane's ex-squad too). She...uh...also killed Eric's parents...heh....😅 M is also kind of in love with Xane (despite Xane not feeling the same way at all XD), but M is pretty much a psychopath. However, I do want to continue developing her and perhaps giving her some motivations to her actions. Like...I know M is pretty evil...but I do believe she might be capable of change somehow.....just gotta keep developing her character 😅

(I also don't have an image for her yet XD)

6. Cortex - one of my newer Ocs, who was originally a worker drone, but I changed him to a disassembly drone instead XD He's M's twin brother, but I haven't developed a solid backstory or personality for this character yet. All I can say I that...he's not at crazy as M 😅 I'm still also trying to decide whether he would be a villain or not, but I have been thinking of giving him a similar role to J in some way.

As an added bonus, here's a little concept of Cortex when he was still a worker drone in development 👀

But yea...those are just the OCs that I think are pretty important in my AU so far :D they're all a work in progress and will probably change over time (except Xane, of course) :3

Also, go follow @regretfullyrave. They're cool! :3 And I also don't wanna get charged for tax evasion by W lmao

[abandoned-quiche]

I LOVE ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BTW. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR HATE FOR THEM ON MY POST

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Five digital drawings comparing the original crew of the Tulpar from Mouthwashing with their Anti-Tulpar versions. Each have lists of traits next to them.

First image is Curly. Regular curly is standing plainly and smiling off to the side. Anti-Curly is facing the viewer directly in a wide stance. He is wearing gloves, boots and spurs, and a hat, as well as a gun holster, and he has a cartoonish smile and "pie eyes".

Text reads:

Curly: laid back leader, prioritizes morale, friendly, non-violent, unsatisfied as captain.

Anti-Curly: follows policy closely, rules with an iron fist (+ spurs), hostile, cartoonishly violent (oops), being a captain is All He Has.

Second is Jimmy. Regular Jimmy is facing the viewer with a bored expression. Anti-Jimmy is smiling, slightly hunched in and waving with one foot raised. He's wearing soda jewelry, his clothes have green and pink patches, his hair is dyed and in a ponytail, and he has slash scars across his face and is missing his middle finger.

Text reads:

Jimmy: Plain, not very expressive, deeply insecure, quiet, silver-tongued, short-sighted, doesn't consider consequences.

Anti-Jimmy: Expressive + accessorizes, secure in his identity, Loud, struggles in conversation, overthinker + hates to cause harm.

Third is Anya. Regular Anya smiles softly with one hand over her chest. Anti-Anya glares at the viewer, slouching with one hand on her hip. She has glasses, a ponytail, a black turtleneck, and is wearing crocs.

Text reads:

Anya: Tries to see the best in people, Fawn response, Stubborn and hardworking, Cares about health and safety, kind.

Anti-Anya: cynical, fight response, gives up easily, careless, cruel.

Fourth is Daisuke. Regular Daisuke has one hand in his pocket, the other waving as he smiles. Anti-Daisuke is partially hunched with his hands clasped anxiously. His hair is plain and he's wearing a burgundy cardigan and white vans.

Text reads:

Daisuke: Outgoing, Directionless, Helpful, Yapper, People Pleaser.

Anti-Daisuke: Reserved, Driven, Doesn't like being asked to help, hates small talk, spiteful.

Last is Swansea. Regular Swansea is frowning to the side with his hands on his hips. Anti-Swansea smiles with a hand behind his head. He's wearing suspenders, work boots, has leather patches on his knees, and rosy cheeks.

Text reads:

Swansea: Just keeps saying shit, teaches through his experience, rough around the edges, knows he's not a good person, gets groovy when drunk.

Anti-Swansea: man of few words, "fuck around and find out" teaching style, sweet exterior, thinks he's a good person, gets wallowy when drunk.

end ID]

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THE ANTI-TULPAR CREW ARRIVES!! hopefully they were worth the wait uwu

idk exactly how most other anti-aus work, but to gather my general thoughts together, basically i'm flipping several Core Traits (the lists in the pics are by no means comprehensive, just enough to get a vibe) to flip their personalities. this ends up flipping their dynamics quite a bit as well, ofc. anti-curly is a very.... Dramatic antagonist. the setting, however, stays the same. i'm not flipping pony express or anything like that, it wouldn't be as interesting to me to change Everything. i mostly made this au to play around with character designs and swapped dynamics and stuff and to see how things would go if the people were different while their circumstances aren't.

also. it turns out when you take a generally shitty person and make someone who is the Opposite of those things, you get someone generally pretty pleasant.

So Expect More Anti-Jimmy AJSHDADJHKASJHKD

[curioscurio]

I'm rewatching Steven Universe and I will never forgive Fandom for what it did to her

[gemmascouts]

Marcus Rutherford & Isabella Bucceri as Perrin Aybara & Faile Bashere THE WHEEL OF TIME 3.07 | Goldeneyes

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Pyramid Steve's favourite treat is pre-1982 pennies

(Ford slooooowly starting to realize his muse of infinite knowledge might, in fact, be a dumbass.)

[independent-fics]

Countdown to LEVERAGE: REDEMPTION Season 3 ↳ Alec Hardison Appreciation -> A Favorite Quote

S01EP01 The Too Many Rembrandts Job

Bonus Moment:

[aimfall]

house md got me im sorry guys

[ra1ny-daze]

the autism siblings

[bet-on-me-13]

Steph's Year of Recovery

So! Danny noticed that a new face had made it's way into town. Two new faces actually, an older lady known as Dr Leslie, and a girl about his age called Steph.

He first met them when he was at the hospital for one of his parents. They had stood too close to an explosion again, and he met them while he was in the waiting Area.

Dr Leslie was a strict but obviously caring older woman, who seemed to be the one taking care of Steph as a kind of maternal figure, or maybe more like an Aunt. She greeted him simply and then walked away to talk with the Secretary, leaving him to talk to Steph.

Steph was a blond girl in a Wheelchair, and he could see bandages piking out of her clothes as he talked to her. She explained that she had been in an Accident a few weeks ago that left her wheelchair bound for a while, and that she had come to Amity for their surprisingly good Medical Centers.

He and Steph got along really well, and by the end of it he asked her for her Number so they could continue talking later. They stayed in touch, and when she was finally permitted to leave the Hospital, he introduced her to his friends. They all got along like a House on Fire, both figuratively and in one memorable case very literally (Vlad had pissed them off okay!)

Eventually Steph recovered enough that she moved from a Wheelchair to Crutches, and their shenanigans got even more chaotic (Vlad hadn't even pissed them off, this time was just for fun)

The only thing Danny could complain about was the fact that Steph was hiding something from them.

She said that she had been in an Accident a while ago, which was why they had come to Amity in the first place. But Danny knew it was more than that.

He could sense lingering traces of Death coming from her after all.

...

Steph honestly loved her current life.

Sure she had lost everything, her home, her health, her friends, her life, but she had gained new things too! Like Danny and the Gang! They were honestly some of the best friends she had ever had, and for some reason they just clicked with her instantly.

Danny was interesting and funny, Sam was vegan and a badass, Tucker was smart and witty, they all fit with her personality perfectly! It almost felt like she bad been friends with them for years. (She ignored the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw them)

But she still couldn't shake the sense that they were hiding something from her.

She knew it had something to do with the Ghost Problem in the town. And wasn't that a kicker, there was a whole Supernatural Ghost Outbreak in this Town and nobody knew about it. Dr Leslie had said that Amity was off the map enough to hide from Bruce, but she hadn't mentioned it was hidden from the Justice League itself!

Danny, Sam, and Tucker definitely knew more about it than they let on however. Whenever a Ghost Attack would happen, at least one of them would rush off with some practiced excuse and return after the Ghost Attack was over all dirty. She could guess what was going on, and she really didn't like it.

(This had killed her, she had died doing what they were doing, she didn't want to lose them)

Eventually she had to confront them, coincidentally on the same day they decided to confront her.

"Are you Vigilantes?" / "Did you die?"

"..."

"What?" / "What?"

[lloydfrontera]

the webcomic can have one (1) funny "earnest moment interrupted by comedy" joke. as a treat. but also because it is so in character for them ajkshdjkas

yes they will say the most earnest shit to each other and then immediately try to cringe out of their own bodies. they are best friends but they would rather jump out of a window before admitting it. they are incredibly devoted and grateful to one another but you could not water board that out of either of them.

the only thing that can get either of them to admit how much they care for each other is if the other is in life threatening danger and not a second before aakjshdks

[rainy-matcha]

Something I love about Mob Psycho is that Reigen is a fraud, but not in the way you'd originally think. He still helps people, just not in the way they think he's helping them. Any non spiritual problems he can solve for his clients, he will, and he even makes a point not to take money he feels like he didn't earn.

This applies to his mentorship with Mob; although, yes, he's using Mob's powers to his own personal gain, his original promise to help Mob learn to control his powers is still fulfilled. Mob's powers are directly tied to his emotions; and we can see that clearly throughout the series. Regulation of Mob's emotions in turn regulates his powers. Reigen's guidance is a large part of that regulation. The lessons he instills in Mob (don't use your powers on other people, your powers are just a trait and they don't make you inherently worth more or entitled to more than anyone else, and several others he learns from Reigen over the course of the series) are a huge part in putting Mob on the right path in regards to the use of his powers. It shapes his mindset and strong morals surrounding them, and this mindset shapes his emotions and power regulation. He would likely not be the same controlled and morally sound person he is by the end of the series without Reigen.

[basket-of-radiants]

Here's my personal Szeth Relationship Chart, take notes everyone.

(It literally says Oathbringer there on the image, this is not W&T, I promise.)

[sugarskies]

diversion (bob's pov)

summary: bob tries to stop john from doomscrolling and somehow ends up pinned underneath him. because why not. word count: 1,424 notes: this contains implied sexual content but nothing explicit. click here to read john's pov!

“Walker.” Bob couldn’t have been more than three feet away, yet John gave no indication that he had been heard. A pang of concern struck Bob’s chest. “Walker, you good, man?”

John nodded and dragged his thumb over his phone. It was open to Bluesky; the screen filled with short yet nasty messages. He always scrolled the same tag: #AntiJohnWalker. Bob sighed, stepped around the couch, and held out his hand.

“Need something?” asked John as he clicked off his phone, his blue eyes wide with phony innocence.

“I know what you’re doing,” said Bob. “Give me your phone.”

It was weeks before when John caught Bob with the pills and they made their agreement: John would stop Bob from using, and Bob would stop John from doomscrolling. It was part of the deal that they weren’t allowed to tell each other “No.” If Bob asked for John’s phone or John asked for Bob’s drugs, they had to hand them over.

At the time, Bob hadn’t thought of how the rule could spiral. Then again, nobody could have predicted how they ended up distracting each other.

(John was the one who started it, Bob remembered—he was the one who kissed Bob when they got into that fight over his pipe and Bob couldn’t stop shaking so John grabbed his hands and kissed him, and he forgot about the drugs in a second.)

“No.” John crossed his arms and hid his phone in his elbow. Bob’s gaze lingered on John’s biceps before they landed on the half-covered phone. It was unfair how good he looked in a tightly fitted t-shirt.

“Come on, Walker.” Bob wiggled his fingers. “You asked me not to let you doomscroll so I’m stopping you from doomscrolling.”

“I wasn’t doomscrolling, I was just— what the hell, Bob?”

Bob jumped back and tucked his arms behind him as soon as he got John’s phone in his hand. John stood up and tried to grab it but Bob slid out of the way. He kept his hands out of John’s sight as he stepped back.

“All right, all right, that’s enough.” God John was hot when he was annoyed. Bob let himself soak it in for a second before he caught sight of John’s wedding ring and looked away. “Give it back.”

“Give what back?” Bob tucked the phone into his back pocket, then held out his open hands. He moved back around the couch as John followed him at a safe distance.

(He couldn’t help himself from teasing John. Secretly, Bob liked it when John got frustrated and pinned him against the wall; when he grabbed Bob tight and close and exhaled just heavily enough that Bob could feel his breath.)

“You’re not as funny as you think,” said John, but a small smile tugged at the edge of his lips. “Last warning and then I’m taking it.”

“Still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

John moved so quickly that Bob wasn’t even sure how he got knocked on his back. He let out a light gasp as he hit the ground, the throw shockingly gentle and controlled. John grabbed Bob’s sides and swung his left leg over his torso. The way he held Bob in place read more like a wrestling move than anything sexual, but Bob’s brain did not care for that logic.

He blinked away any unsavory thoughts as he reached into his back pocket and grabbed John’s phone. Bob threw his arm over his head and stretched it as far as possible. John would not be able to reach his phone without leaning down to the floor or letting Bob go.

(Admittedly, Bob was hoping for the former but in his defense, John was obnoxiously hot. The only place better than underneath John was on top of John; John’s fingers in Bob’s hair as he swallowed the sounds stuck in his throat, as he shut himself up on John’s lips so no one would know what they did.)

It took a long second for Bob to get his voice back, to remember that he had a goal besides getting pinned down by John’s thighs.

“What are you gonna do now?” asked Bob teasingly. He smiled, his mouth barely open, and then John preyed on his ultimate weakness.

Bob didn’t know when John had learned about his oral fixation, exactly. Maybe he caught on because Bob was always popping Zyns or because he chewed his nails or because he used to live with a pipe in his pocket. Or maybe he hadn’t realized until their still-unlabeled relationship unexpectedly turned sexual and he saw the way Bob couldn’t keep his mouth to himself.

John’s fingers landed on his chin as he slid the tip of his thumb into Bob’s mouth. Bob’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes widened, his back arched just barely off the ground. He closed his mouth instinctively as John pressed his thumb against the back of his lower teeth. John tasted like dust and sweat, and Bob didn’t care because it was him.

(There was something about his built shoulders and soft belly that made Bob want to chew on his skin all day, despite their well-broken agreement not to leave any marks behind. Besides, John was the one who broke it more often by sucking him raw in multiple places.)

It would be a lie to say Bob had never thought about being under John before it all started; that he’d never fantasized about John grabbing him like he had in the vault. He bit down softly on the base of John’s thumbnail, his heart pounding as their eyes met. John’s own mouth fell slightly open; his face having dropped most of its irritation.

Bob was winning.

A soft moan escaped Bob’s lips as he gasped for air when John slid his thumb out and set it on Bob’s chin. He tightened his knees around Bob’s waist and leaned down, his face approaching Bob’s both too fast and too slow. Then they were less than an inch apart and Bob could feel John’s hot breath on his lips, his cheeks.

Bob’s body melted as John’s slightly chapped lips hovered over Bob’s, his slippery thumb holding him in place. Suddenly, Bob regretted the Zyn he wedged in his lip earlier, worried the minty flavor would make it hard to taste John. He wanted to pull him down, to stop the teasing and seal the damn deal, but he didn’t get the chance.

John pulled back and rolled off Bob before their lips actually met. He held up his phone and smirked, and Bob let out a groan. John had successfully distracted him just long enough to get it back, then rolled off Bob, laid beside him like he’d left nothing behind.

“God, you’re easy,” said John with a snort.

And then Bob was embarrassed because he was aroused and flustered, and John didn’t care one bit. The unpredictability of their situation was the hardest part for him. Sometimes they cuddled on the couch like a real couple, sometimes they fucked without real words, and sometimes they acted like they were nothing, like everything they’d shared meant nothing. Bob rolled his eyes as he shot back, “And you’re an asshole.”

“You’re the one who stole my phone.”

“If I knew you were going to be such a dick about it, I would’ve just let you keep—”

He was too busy yelling to notice that John had crawled back on top of him until their lips met. Maybe Bob should have been surprised but he wasn’t.

(Because shit, that was how it started and that was how it kept happening. Of all the times they’d caught each other, all the things they tried, a kiss never failed to silence the thoughts of drugs and doomscrolling and pain.)

Bob wrapped his fingers around the back of John’s head, pulled him in deeper until his tongue snaked inside John’s mouth. He nibbled on John’s bottom lip, his disappointment embarrassedly audible when John leaned back without warning.

“The others will be back soon,” he noted, his eyes on the nearest clock. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

A shyer person might have suggested they move to a private room, but Bob was not that person. Not anymore. He set his hands on John’s and guided them to his waist, his lips curling upward when John’s thumbs instantly hooked into the waistband of his boxers.

“Then stop wasting it,” Bob breathed, and John did as he was told.

[wasyago]

not drawing for others. not drawing for myself either. playing video games. okay? yay

[bigidiotenergytm]

Hello there!

I know you probably have a LOT of asks, but I wanted to say-

Could you explain the final man to die au? Cause I’ve been seeing stuff about it and it seems really interesting, I think I’ve got the general idea of what it’s supposed to be but I don’t really know a whole lot, especially about Poseidon

So yeah! Thanks and have a wonderful day :3

the final man to die au is an au where odysseus gets turned immortal during 600 strike and everything that happens after that :3

now, what entails in that everything, including things with poseidon? welllll....