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rosiesracers · 2 years
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living for dan’s model era
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paper-lilypie · 7 months
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an offering from a god
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Gabriel : *heavy breathing and grunting* Bastard. 
Useless bucket of bolts. Yeah, you better run!
Load back to your- Ah shit, that was hard. Load back to your little checkpoint.
Yeah, go ahead. Go P rank the other levels. 
Oh… I’m sorry. Can-can-can I? Excuse me, can I help you?
Columbo : Oh, uh, hi there. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.
Uh, I’m looking for somebody. 
Uh, Gabriel is it? Is that you? Is that who I’m lookin for?
Listen, I just gotta say, you did an amazing job uh… Fighting off that uh. 
What’d ya-what’d ya call it?
Uh, you called it a… 
Gabriel : A mere object?
Columbo : That’s right. A mere object. 
Phenomenal work. 
I gotta tell ya. Robots, I don’t trust em myself. 
Ya know, I had-I had this one episode where uh, there was this robot named Rob and uh-
Gabriel : Uh, yes. 
That’s very fascinating, but could you perhaps get on with your introduction? 
Columbo : Uh, certainly. So I’m, uh, I’m lieutenant Columbo. Uh, I’m with the LAPD. Uh, I'm in the homicide department. 
Gabriel : Homicide? You can’t kill a machine. 
Columbo : No no no! Of course not. But um… Well… Ya can certainly love one.
Gabriel : D-d-d-detective I- I don’t- I don’t know what you’re implying there with that statement!
As you can tell I… Despise machines and wouldn’t think about doing so- Loving them, I mean.
Columbo : Yes, of course uh. Absolutely, it’s completely unthinkable. 
Except, well. While I was- while I was over here and I opened this door and uh fourteen- fourteen V1 body pillows fell out. Along with a buncha the plushies. 
Uh, and I just can’t imagine how ya- how ya happened upon something like that by accident.
It’s a little ridiculous! Uh, frankly.
Gabriel : Uh, no no no, listen.  
Detective. I can explain, okay? 
Those belong to- uh! That guy over there! 
*Filth-like scream*
Gabriel : Yeah! A real freak! 
Some kinda pervert. I don’t know why we keep him around.
But uh, I-I have nothing to do with it. 
Columbo : Well, ya see, I would believe- I would believe that, but uh. 
It’s just that- Well we had the boys at the lab run these pillows and we found your cum- We found your DNA all over em, uh.
You’re-You’re under arrest, I’m killing you.
Gabriel : K-hah. Kill me? *laughs*
Oh detective. 
Columbo : Oh. Aw fuck.
Gabriel : I’m afraid you’ve made a grave mistake. 
Because, in fact… What is going to happen instead…
Is actually what I’m gonna- AHHHG MOTHERFUCKER
I’LL FUCKIN KILL YOU
SON OF A BITCH 
AHHG YOU BASTARD
I’LL RIP YOU APART 
PIECE OF SHIT
YOU FUCK
ASSHOLE
BITCH
*Grunting* 
Oh Shit. 
Oh. What have I done? 
V1 : Bro, tell me you didn’t just kill a fucking cop.
Gabriel : The law will be here any second now… 
Machine, flush the drugs.
V1 : No way, bro. Let’s smoke that.
Gabriel : All of it?!?
Hm… One last ride…
Well, alright.
*coughing his lungs out*
V1 : No Gabriel, holding it in doesn’t do anything!
*Gabriel continues to cough his lungs out*
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naarisz · 3 days
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He's plotting something. :)
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bardicblast · 3 months
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the-one-who-lambs · 13 days
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The former bishops in Lamb's cult but they just hang around like this
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krazycat6167 · 7 months
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So @somerandomdudelmao made a version of their sona in a dystopia (inspired by @tapakah0 doing the same to theirs) and the person in this ask named the robot C.A.S.5 and I thought, ‘well then there’s at least four other C.A.S. units out and about in the world’ leading to this being the end result! It was a lot of fun to come up with the different customizations each C.A.S. unit has.
also, the design for C.A.S.4 (Cash) was partially inspired by @mobiitez post.
Doodles:
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goodwillfidgetspinner · 8 months
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my prediction for the end of fionna and cake
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sweet-honey-fruit · 16 days
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I know a lot of people think that Boothill's dick would be metal, but I feel like it's a nice smooth silicone like most toys are? Very soft to the touch, easy to clean. Like, I feel like he probably has a bit of dysphoria about being practically all metal and not necessarily being able to feel touch other than his face. Maybe it would be a little flesh toned like normal? A nice girth and length that fills you up real nice... he can change it if he wants to. Really excites him when you want to get it a bit bigger, especially if you're shy to ask. He loves seeing you blush and whine under him when he's fucking you exactly how you enjoy it. 🥵
Yeah, he probably has a few not so human functions... like vibration, his tip might move a bit so it can rub the deepest parts inside or drive you crazy when he only lets you take an inch or two... I imagine he probably also has a function for temperature so that it's not super uncomfortable? He likes suddenly making it a little cooler inside to hear you squeal, but having it warm to the touch like how his real one would be when you're using your hands and mouth on him... or feeling that heat buried deep inside of yours and warming you from the inside as he ruts into you desperately.
Sure, it wasn't his real bits but it felt nice to have that difference in appearance, at least. I love the hc someone made about him being heavily stimulated by visuals though and remembering vividly how it felt to be buried deep inside of someone. It's enough to make his system almost overheat as he comes undone for you.
... thank you for your patience with me for this whole thing. This man is driving me insane.
This has me genuinely contemplating on how it works. I'm going to say all of the above.
I'm also going to put this on the table: He puts splooge juice in so that way he can cum in you.
I'm so sorry for future employers.
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macchitea · 10 months
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piddles :(
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astrowarr · 5 months
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the fact that after gem, impulse, bdubs, and pearl killed scar, they chased him for so long trying to get him to stop and read the book, begging him to listen. but he just kept running, didn't even look back, let their pleas wash fall on his deaf ears.
he didn't stop until he saw grian. grian, with despair in his eyes as he kept shifting away from scar in fear. scar stopped running— I imagine he felt relief, even, because grian was there, he was there.
scar didn't listen until it was grian. grian, with furrowed brows, telling him to stop, telling him he couldn't be here. he wasn't welcome anymore. god, it's insane to me
scar has spent this entire season running, and yet every time grian calls his name, he can't help but turn and look. even as death nips at his heels, when grian's eyes are on him, the noise clears. even if it's the words grian loves to say to him: leave, scar. you can't be here, scar.
scar turned around after that and left, because he just can't stop bending to grian's will, and isn't that something?
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seagull-scribbles · 8 months
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Love her even though I’m not supposed to ❤️ she keeps me up
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duckdotimg · 1 year
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Leslie Glamóur (he/him lesbian) and Margot Cooper (she/her) - Slasher and Final Girl respectively
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nomorethoughts · 5 months
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i can’t believe we get secret life session 5 and decked out 2 guests back to back. rancher duo truthers stay WINNING this weekend
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salemoleander · 1 year
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Joel is lounging around on Potato Pier, evening darkening to purple as Jimmy and Grian argue about something stupid in the background. He dips a hand in and out of the water elevator, in and out, and again; and after every splash he's seeing the same numbers.
"Time's stopped," Joel says absently. The lulling noise of the background conversation grinds to a halt.
"Sorry, what?" Jimmy asks.
"I said, the blimming-" Joel realizes what he's saying as he says it, snapped from dreamy to alert in a moment. Grian's head whips up.
Jimmy looks down at his own arm. "The time's stopped. The time has stopped? Grian?"
Already reaching for his comm, Grian says with a forcedly casual tone, "No it hasn't."
Then he blanches, eyes flicking over the screen.
"WHAT."
Joel snorts and looks out over the map. No one is noticeably freaking out yet- the only group he can see out and about this late in the day is the Clockers, busy fixing up the cliff face on their side of the No-Man's-Land with Pearl and BigB. He watches as Bdubs falls in the chicken pit for the umpteenth time. Joel snickers.
He looks up, and catches sight of Grian's expression. He stops snickering.
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"What do you MEAN," Cleo yells, "that the clocks have stopped?" One of their arms is looped firmly around Scar's shoulders, which seems prudent given his tendency to wander off and either explode or kill whoever he bumps into. He still looks slightly singed from earlier, giving an overall impression of a puppy that cannot be left alone with electric cords.
Slumped against a rough stone wall reloading a crossbow, Joel scoffs. "What do you bloody well think it means?"
"HEY," Bdubs exclaims, "Don't talk to-" Aaand he's in the horse pit.
"It's fine Bdubs." Cleo rolls her eyes. "My fault. What I meant to ask is, why are you-" she points to Grian, who squawks, "-telling us about it? Why aren't you just fixing it?"
"Well he can't, can he?" Jimmy pipes up from his seat at the dining table. "Else he would. He's in here with us, though."
Cleo doesn't stop staring at Grian, and boy is Joel glad he's not Grian right now. Both because being himself is obviously the best option always, and because an angry Cleo is a very scary Cleo.
Reluctantly, slowly, Grian nods. "I can't fix it."
No one says anything.
The dripping from the ceiling to the floor makes Joel think someone really ought to fix up the roof. They'll have the time for it, he reckons. Then Joel remembers that the Bad Boys had, in fact, bombed the clocktower not an hour before, and decides now is really not the time to mention it.
Finally: "I really can't. It's not-" Grian sighs. "I set this thing up. It can run just fine on autopilot, pretty much. If I were on the outside as an admin-" he grimaces, "...like I should be, it wouldn't be an issue. But it's like the pilot is locked inside the bathroom while the plane-" Grian stops talking.
"Crashes? While it crashes." Cleo sounds displeased. Joel starts drafting an obituary. Bdubs has clambered up from the horse pit by now and is sitting on the edge of it, nervously messing with a janky old pocket watch.
"I would really prefer not to be stuck in an airplane bathroom forever," Scar says forlornly.
"Oh for goodness' sake," Joel says. "There has to be someone on this server who can fix this. Grian can't be the first idiot who's ever done something this stupid."
"I'll take that bet," Bdubs mutters darkly. Cleo shoots him a look, and he raises both hands and scoots forward to disappear down into the horse pit again.
Cleo pinches the bridge of their nose. "Alright, let's go find out if someone else on this server has already been a bigger idiot than Grian."
(Part 1)
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hyperfunnyblog · 27 days
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fuck ass doodles
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