#robot food

[thedsgnblog]

Brand Identity and Packaging Design for Goldmine Gummies by Robot Food

In California, cannabis edibles are big business. Yet all the brands in the category look the same – either following the cheesy ‘stoner’ tropes or opting for an ‘old fashioned boiled sweet’ style aesthetic in an attempt to seem credible. This brand was all about intrigue and escapism so, using the name as a springboard, we created a playful narrative thread to run through everything.

We tapped into the nostalgia of brands we grew up with and loved as kids and reinvented them to suit adults today, encouraging people to find their Goldmine – whatever that means to them. Inspired by the world of cosmetics, we created a whole host of branded displays to inject some much-needed excitement into the in-store experience.

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[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

Jane comes home from the bank with several rolls of assorted coins. Unwrapping them, he dumps them all into a large bowl and sets them outside of the door, along with a somewhat sloppily written sign- SNACKS FOR ROBOTS ONLY.

[dr-vape-lord]

Robot Food “Afterbang” - 2002

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [PART 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [???]

Finally! Part 3 is here!! yippee!!! As a refresher, this takes place at the beginning of season 9, when Doc and Xisuma try to boot Etho back up after he shuts down pre-Season 8 Finale, set to the vibes of Joywave’s Destruction from DBHC Etho’s playlist! Ouguguh I’ve been looking forward to posting this part so much; it has some of my favorite shots so far… something about the grey-fade of Doc going into shock, something about the last two pages with xisuma and doc’s expressions… idk!! i really loved working on these :] Hope you’re enjoying the horrific, horrific ride!! =w=

As a partially insignificant but Special-To-Me note: Xisuma has always referred to dbhc doc as “Docm”— this is actually the first time X ever calls him “Doc.”

[sleepy-merchants]

it was an obligation making their dress sunflower-themed

it's on the god forsaken blue bird site @ MerchantsArt

[muzzleroars]

candyland hell!!!!!

[cosmichawk]

It's that time of year again so here are xmas harbingers edits by yours truly

bonus:

[elsannej]

"E-any-pronouns-123 Omega" confirmed canon !! <3

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was Ken and I had to cook Barbie a meal so she’d like me. Also, that closet robot from Life in the Dreamhouse was her boyfriend and I was trying to kill him.

[magnumopos]

on top of the limbo food chain

[luxelio]

A bonnie I doodled I love him,,,, I must learn how to draw him better

[macchitea]

another peebs

[itsgiovannie]

What do you think robots eat?

[prokopetz]

Giant robot with those big, looping, fully exposed tubes sticking out of its back. Opponent thinks they're going to be clever and buck genre convention by targeting this obvious weakness; is immediately blinded by a blast of highly pressurised barbecue sauce.

[biovyxart]

Cookies & Screaming internally 🍪🍦🕷

[starpaw0007]

“Are you… cooking?”

Dib tiredly walked into his kitchen to find Zim in front of the stove wearing an apron. In order to reach the counter comfortably, the invader had to use a step-stool. Zim expertly flipped a perfectly round pancake in the air, and it landed with a dull plat.

“GIR likes pancakes.” Zim said simply.

He smooshed the pancake down in a motion that seemed completely natural to him.

Imagery of the alien cooking had never once come to Dib’s mind, and within reason- the concept was utterly ridiculous. Yet here Zim was, making pancakes for his evil little robot in some strange domestic display.

“… GIR’s broken.” Dib reminded him.

Zim froze momentarily and his magenta eyes blinked slowly as he processed this, as if he had completely forgotten.

“Oh, right.”

He scraped a pancake off the pan silently, setting it aside on a separate plate where a stack of pancakes had started to appear. Each one cooked to perfection.

Dib lingered awkwardly, unsure of what to say now, and Zim was in the way of the cereal cabinet which had been Dib’s intended trajectory.

Zim made a dismissive gesture with the spatula.

“You eat them then.”

Dib blinks.

Zim adds another pancake to the stack silently.

“.. what’s in them?” Dib questioned in an apprehensive tone. While the pancakes seemed fine, Dib’s deep seated paranoia and general distrust, while completely understandable given the circumstances, left him hesitant to try anything the irken invader offered.

Zim picked up the box of pancake mix on his left, squinting as he read slowly

“En…riched flour… bleached. Wheat flour… niacin, iron… thh-hiami-“

“Nothing else? Mind-controlling alien spores, perhaps?” Dib interrupted, lifting a pancake to examine it. It looked… normal enough.

Zim resumed his task, pouring more batter on the hot pan. It sizzled.

“Hmm… Water.” He replied after some consideration. The alien seemed distracted, completely lost in thought.

Hesitantly, Dib grabbed a plate from the cabinet. Keeping Zim in his peripheral, he plucked two pancakes off the top of the stack. After retrieving a fork, he made his way to the kitchen table- offering Zim a brief

“Thanks” as he passed.

Zim’s antennae perked up at this. He paused for a second, turning to peek at Dib over his shoulder, before returning his attention to the pan.

No other words were exchanged, and the silence was filled only with sizzling and scraping.

After pouring a generous amount of syrup, Dib set the bottle aside. Just as he did so, Gaz stumbled into the room tiredly- grumbling.

She opened one eye in surprise at the scene before her.

“Why is Zim wearing an apron?”

“He’s making pancakes.” Dib replied incredulously, poking his breakfast experimentally with a fork. Gaz stared at his plate suspiciously for a moment.

“Are they any good?”

Dib brings a piece to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

“They’re pancakes.”