Some Of The Things Yall Post On Here Is Wild

Omg I love this and absolutely had to draw Fante for it

So a while ago, i wanted to make a little AU of my own

And while i had one AU in mind, i wanted to do a second one! And since christmas is coming soon...

BOOM! CHRISTMAS AU BUT IT'S THE NUTCRACKER BABY!!!

Behold another Soundwave sketch

Here’s the process

:P

if mangoes didnt have the pit inside of them they would have to invent a new 8th deadly sin to describe the way i act around them because greed gluttony and lust wouldn't even Begin to cover the heinous depraved things i would do if there wasn't a piece of wood lurking inside to humble me

in 2025 let’s bring back being enthusiastic on ao3. leave a comment on every chapter. leave kudos and, if necessary, leave “double kudos” in the comments. tags and notes on bookmarks. the whole nine yards. let’s show fanfic authors how much we love them.

Once more for those in the back.

I have joined yet another SS

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Lawker also known as 14WK3R

My cyberpunk oc from my dnd group.

He’s basically a robot that the police force now use to enforce stability in a corporate controlled world. The police are mostly for hire though and are quite corrupt. 14WK3R was hired to shut down a robbery at a rich engineer’s house.

But one of robbers grabbed a random gadget and shot him with it. The device scrabbled his sensor unit and processor, within that moment he was hit repeatedly with a metal bat. The combined contact and confusion scrambled his coding. So he now has gained full sentience instead of false programming that most bots are programmed with for communication.

After a failed mission he was returned to the police force. He now struggles with his new found sentience, he is greatly concerned with the situation as police bots are created to serve and that only. He is forced to act as a robot like the rest as he is worried that if his secret sentience was found out, he would be sent to be scrapped. As police bots are programmed without sentience so that emotions and morals won’t influence their actions.

He is now trying to perform at his best despite his internal conflict, so that if he is found out, his high reputation will save him and he won’t be shut down. Although all these patrols aren’t quite getting him anywhere. Until he picks up radio chatter of a murder so he assigns himself to case. Upon arrival he finds out that he isn’t the only one who wants to solve it. As there are other people who’ve been ‘assigned’ or hired to track down the murderer. As the body shows signs of being part of an on going trend from someone called the Doll Maker Murderer. So he is now trying his best to be a detective and solve the case along with three others. He quickly realizes it won’t be easy as he is forced to against his previous programming to arrest the criminals helping him and take charge.

Here are some other sketch designs and WIPs

currently fighting against the inner demons begging me to make at least 3 different gravity falls aus 😭

Complete with art and maybe writing

Hey Night at Museum fandom you still alive?

If so do any of you read reader fics?

Cause I’m thinking of dropping an insert reader crack taken seriously, shenanigan story. Not gonna have a lot of romance but definitely adventures of an average over anxious night guard absolutely BSing their way through securing a paycheck.

Here’s a sneak peak,

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You lowered your mug from of tea from your face and turned around. Watching as the neat craftsmanship historical miniatures suddenly move before your very eyes and functioning like a small town. Moving hauntingly in way that could only be described as…well nothing, nothing at all.

Clearly there was something wrong with the amount of sleep you were getting, maybe one to many all-nighters. To much studying and not enough self care. You know what, Cristy was right those brownies were not quite so cosmic brownies. That Thomas the sketchy, suspicious, homie, who lingered in the alleyway behind the J building probably was a drug dealer. That his brownies were laced with malicious intent, suspicious powder sugar and cosmic anomalies not joy. Because clearly this was all one fever dream, clearly you were smelling colors and seeing stars. Because clearly there was no way the itty bitty little cowboy in front of you just started walking towards you.

“Oh hey! You’re the newbie Gigantor told us bout” Glass shattered.

It was going to be a loooong night.

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“Larry, come get me I’m scared” you said screaming in absolute despair into the phone, from your spot underneath the desk. “The miniatures are scrambling everywhere, Theodore Rosevelvet is making out with Sacagawea, there a civil brawl in the bathroom and I swear I just a lion shredding up the trash cans. And now there’s a T. rex! A FREAKING REXSOURES MONSTROSITY!”

“Calm down just throw the bone to Rexy, you’ll be fine. I know you’re scared right now, I was to my first time too but everything will be fine. I’ll be there in five minutes if you’re really truly struggling. You don’t have anything to worry about anyways, she don’t bite.”

Rexy? the two ton bone bodied dinosaur above the desk, the fudge muffin about to diy some ripped jeans onto your uniform, HAH, “Yes it do!”

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“Sooo? I know what happened last night was a little odd. But I’ve read the manual properly now, yaknow terms, conditions, and everything. I’m pretty sure I can figure this out now.”

“Ahkmenrah said you hid in the bathroom stall, crying and listening to David Bowie for the rest of the shift.”

“Listen buddy, between you me. You know damn well you would be in tears, if you had to fight off a pack of wild animals simply to be get that of minimum wage.”

“I was not in fact in tears.”

“Well fuck you Larry.”