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I really like the C.f.o. . . . I also like bunnies

I also like being cringe and ripping my wires out

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cunty kong eye love you

I feel like we aren’t quite insane enough about her

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Hey guys, I wanted to tell you about the Ihyaa' initiative. My friend Mohammed Ayesh, who's been our vetter on the ground in Ghazzah for the last year or so, wants to make a space and provide resources for University students to complete their studies in a proper learning environment, along with providing food parcels, stationary, and other essentials. You may have heard of the Isnad initiative! It's very similar to the Ihyaa' initiative but it's located elsewhere. They had to find the right room to use as a classroom for the Ihyaa' initiative and they're going to be paying rent of 2000$ for it. Mohammed Ayesh has informed me that starting on Monday this rent will begin.

University students are the foundation of a better and rebuilt Ghazzah! If you want to help Ghazzah rebuild, this is one of the first steps you can start assisting with.

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queen feeling up tenna and she's like Lol. Relax Bro and he's like "Why, I'm perfectly relaxed already. You think I'm not relaxed?" and she pokes him in the belly and she's like You Are Clearly Tensing Your Abdominals and he's like "I-I don't know what you're talking about. I'm as fit as a flatscreen." and when she keeps staring at him insistently he huffs and then loosens up his posture mumbling "It's... it's the tubes, alright? The tubes have to go somewhere! The tubes, and, the wires! Those new screens are just microchips and crystals. You can't expect me to keep up with crystals!" and she's like Okay Shut Up. Have You Not Seen The News. Bitches Love A Dad Bod. and he smiles a little bit despite himself but then he's like "Don't you mean 'ladies'?" and she's like No

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so i might like him

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Literally I hope that the new dk game to come will spawn more donkey kong series selfshipper ( RINGING THE BELL) EVERYONE GET IN HERE NOW !!!!!!!!!

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spamton and tenna are subspecies of the same larger species of bird. also laying an pipis as big as the one tenna had would have KILLED spamton so im convinced Tenna laid it and the species of bird they are is hermaphroditic(intersex but the whole species is that). what im saying is is that it's canon they fucked and the big pipis is their biological child.

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Fat Tenna's been showing up my damn tl way too much, i'm weak

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happy juneteeth! my name is taibo, and i'm a black artist who would love to draw pictures... FOR YOU!!

i'm a selfshipper who loves to draw selfshipping for others, so if you're looking for someone to draw your ship but fear that it might be too unconventional for a lot of artists (or worry that an artist doesn't know how to draw non-white features. trust me i have felt this one firsthand), i am your guy! check out my prices and TOS here, and feel free to shoot me a message if you have any additional questions

if you're not able to commission me, though, no problem! i also have a tip jar-- anything helps right now, as commissions are my only source of income until my job is active again in the fall.

thank you to everyone who has supported me so far!

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GREAT NEWS! this is a Mixamo preset. Mixamo is an adobe-linked product that wiil auto-rig and animate any T-posed character you can upload, with a library of Motion capture presets to choose from. this means that somewhere in a dark mocap room maybe a billion years ago some poor underpaid actor(I assume, as their work is used by adobe) in a morph suit did the high kick that would become the SHINIEST PRETTIEST ASSET in a toby fox game(a very high honor i fear they will never know they have)

i can't get over this stupid fucking animation. i love how comically high the framerate is compared to all of his other animations. blud looks like he's boutta roundhouse kick silver the hedgehog

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TENNALALA

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whenever i see tenna, all i hear is Ted Lewis’s Escargoon dub from Kirby Right Back Atcha and that’s been plaguing me for the past week

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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."

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u should draw prethinker <3 maybe <3 teehee giggles <3

the prethinker when he prethinks or something

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btw I hate character ai for all the AI reasons but I do also think you should hate character.ai for hijacking the social rewards system of a million teenager's brains. that shit is poison and im not exaggerating

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most frustrating thing in the world is when you really like a character who sucks, and you know they suck, so you’re chill with people who dislike or even hate them because… well they suck, you get it. but then a whole bunch of people hate them for things that just aren’t actually accurate or canon to the character and just treat these inaccurate and awful character traits as a given, so then you feel like you gotta be this scumbag’s defense attorney. free my man, he did so much awful shit but he didn’t do that