#bexthinker

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free cruise dimension is so fun guys i love it here!!!!

[lemonfairyd]

Wigglepaint bexthinker for the main bc fuck itttt

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I'm fairly certain i could dupe his ass into going on a date with me. it would not be hard

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I spent all day on this i habve a DISEASE.

Remake of this image

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@cupiidzbow EVERYONE!!! BRO BRO BRO IF you get the chance /Money PLEASE COMMISSION FREDDIE THIS IS PEEEEAAAAKKKK

PEAK BEXTHINKER EVERYTHING PEAK PEAK

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WWWAUUUGHH I LOVE HIM AAAHHHHHH WAUUGH HES SO CUTE IM GONNA FROW UP WAAAHHHH

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Oh the domestic Bexthinker fluff AOOOOGHHHH

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noone's doing it like my Wife Brian

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WAAGH!!! I HAVE FEELINGss AT HIIIM ft @boinklydoinklysploinkly 's drawing of mary anna's Skelecog's arm

[lemonfairy-yearns]

umm i'm not totally conscious of where the feeling im venting here is coming from, but im feeling it.

Bex: you're too wonderful...

Brian: you're everything.

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CW: EYESTRAIN!

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HMMMmmm LOVE

[lemonfairyd]

me when the ween hallows

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Your Nature(bexthinker Convo/oneshot)

"What are you for?" Brian asked, the little synthetic animal in front of him, vexing him to no end with its mere existence.

Bex brightly booted up his rehearsed sales pitch for his own being, "Oh, I'm made to do it all! Payroll, repairs, research, bar tending, transcribing, notarizing, building re-siding, fly-fishing, golf caddyin-"

"Allow me to rephrase," Brian interrupted. "Do you have a primary directive?"

Bex froze, his eyes seeming to scan a teleprompter that wasnt there.

"Yes. It's…. Classified…ish. But it's why I look the way I do."

"Like a walking tube of caulk?"

"Like …a …. One of those … nitwits," Bex mumbled, sheepishly. "Toony little… guys."

Brian's eyes narrowed, seeming to consider Bex's meaning. Was he always so shy about his current form?

"I… see.  ….. how did they make you?"

"I'm a ferrous oil paint construct that can manipulate my form,"

"… That's not what I- "

"So," Bex Interrupted back, "I'm mostly Magnets suspended in a fluid base! My innermost construct looks a lot like everyone else's, it's just much much smaller!"

He grinned devilishly, leaning closer to the Prethinker like he had a secret joke just for him. "Check this out."

The "GAK" that made up Bex's face receded, showing a tiny skelecog head; the same build as a mint supervisor, but somehow shrunken down to half the size.

Brian gaped at the sight, but said nothing. "My," he muttered, stammering over himself over what to pry about first. "Can your whole body …. Unpeel like that whenever you wish?"

Bex's face reconstituted into what it had been before, showing no signs of having melted off of his head.

"If I'm ok with cleaning it up after, sure! Of course I usually try to stand over a bucket when I 'jump out of my skin'. Hehe." He chuckled darkly. His face twisted into a curious scrunch. "Is it my turn to ask a question?"

Brian tried to keep his expectations of his fellows coworkers low on the best of days, as often the most dimwitted of toons provided more intellectual stimulation.... if only because of their irritatingly unpredictable nature. Brian was... "gagged", he thought the current colloquialism was?

"…. Of course. It's only…. Reasonable. Do you have one prepared?"

"Yes." Bex proclaimed, very matter of factly. "What does it take for someone to be your friend?"

"What."

Why did that little blob have to pry so deeply during what had to be only their second or third conversation?

"What are the steps?" The inky rabbity thing continued, "Is there a way to do it? If there is, I'd like an opportunity to try please."

Was this little freak serious? Just in case, Brian decided the truth was the best response, it was discouraging enough.

"You could put forth the best possible effort and it still wouldn't be enough. Everyone who has ever worked their way into my prolonged presence has burned my and/or themself, so I have concluded that Making any new friends is not worth the trouble," he finished, hoping that the little asshole would start moping and just leave instead of trying to be kind to him out of naive pity.

He however, wouldn't go. In fact he sat on the floor and started speaking about himself? Self centered little creature, Brian thought.

"I guess it is a sort of trouble. All the new people I've connected with have certainly been trouble. But I guess .. to me …. They are still of worth it, I think, unless being a friend means letting people know your true nature…. Then. I guess I've never truly done it before."

This pinned a strange thread of curiosity about Bex's personal life into Brian's head. Not that he actually cared, it was just sort of interesting.

"What are the benefits of being around these “friends”?"

Bex's face fluttered with small ferrous spikes like leaves on a wind-brushed shrub. "I…. Learn all sorts of strange things most cogs don't know, I practice practical skills with them that most cogs NEVER get to use, I have….. fu n   . . ..." Bex seemed to choke on the word, remembering quite suddenly it was not in company policy to have anything to do with real merriment on the clock.

But that was it wasn't it. It seemed very difficult staying away from it when you have to pretend at it all day. "I think I'm beginning to understand the nature of your work."

Bex gave up on pretending he wasn't just for scamming REAL toons out of their secrets. After all, what else could a Synthetic Toon possibly be for?

"Are you going to tell Mr Bravecog that I had…. The f word? On duty?"

"I get the sense you are supposed to tell him yourself." Brian replied, even more flatly than usual.

"I sort of did, in less...specific language… he knows the activities I participate in…. He doesn't necessarily know how I feel about them."

Why was this.... Intern feeling anything? Why would Mr Bravecog pay to have him be able to think that hard? "So you felt it? That…. Fun … feeling?"

Bex looked at the floor, shame painted across his features, "……..yes."

"What was it like?" Brian asked, the question practically falling out of his speaker of its own free will. He couldn't be concerned with petty feelings... but Not having that data already had been eating him alive.

"It was a lot like…. Being here I suppose." 

WHAT COULD HE POSSIBLY MEAN WITH THAT??? Brian's internal monologue screamed like it didn't already know the answer.

"What are you so surprised about?" Bex wondered aloud.

Brian inhaled sharply, "Even the toons who used to occupy this space did not report thinking of it as.. fun. There is not fun to be had around here," He frustratedly stammered, "Where are you finding it?"

Finally an easy question, "Reading the books you keep down here, helping the desk jockeys remember their command positions, talking to you, I just haven't run out of pleasant experiences here. I think learning is a sort of fun… and I do it a lot when I'm here." Bex hoped that was relatable, but if not, at least it was true.

Brian didnt even register Bex's attempt at connection, baffled at what gave him the gall to say things like this. "You find talking… to me. Pleasant."

Brian had no reason in his mind to believe it, but also no reason to believe Bex was lying. This poor idiot cant do any better?

"I do. I get a bit incensed when others talk about how I shouldn't bother with you. But you're the only normal person at this company. Which I guess inversely makes you weird. I guess I just prefer the way you are."

Brian reeled, yet managed to hold back any facial indication of any opinion on Bex's statements. "You have very… niche taste in associates."

"As long as I'm allowed to associate with you I don't mind so much." said Bex, shrugging.

So he is actually interested in spending time in MY VICINITY SPECIFICALLY. I have to let him. I have to. find out why.

"I suppose as long as you are careful not to interrupt my work, you may, Mr Bonker."

[lemonfairyd]

BEX CASHBOT TIME. got rid of his pompadour it was crowding his face.

^^^ what he looked like before^^^

feel how you like about him i like the new one better. cooked with both though i suppose.

[lemonfairy-yearns]

I'm ill