#robots loretta

[kaifougere666]

Loretta and the pinwheelers bc I re watched Robots today yay

(Humans)

[zndr315-blog]

[lbova]

Some Robots Characters As Random Comments

[mlp410nightcore]

Storyline:Leave Her Alone (Part 4 of 5)

Jordan went over to Darling and Eloise as Eloise was done tending to Darling's wounds. Even though her injuries weren't that severe, Jordan still couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Jordan:Are you alright miss?

Darling:Yes I'm alright. Thank you both so much. How can I ever repay you both?

Eloise:You don't have to pay us anything, we're just happy we were able to save you from that mean, spoiled jerkwad.

Darling giggled at the remark. Jordan couldn't help but blush at the beautiful sound of Darling's laugh. She sounded as if she had the voice of an angel. Darling then carefully tried to stand up with Eloise helping her just a little.

Eloise:so, if you don't mind me asking, what on earth happened??

Darling:"Confused" What ever do you mean dear?

Eloise:Why did Beau start hurting you?? Even if he's a bonafide jerk, there had to be a reason, right?

Darling sighed as she tried to forget the conversation she had with Beau. But in her eyes, the ponies that saved her life did deserve to know what happened. Darling took a deep breath to calm her nerves and started retelling the entire conversation.

PAST DIALOG:

Beau:Now then, what have you found out my dear?

Darling:"Sighs" Well, those ponies were a hard bunch to bargain with, but it does seem like you'll get your money after all.

Beau:Excellent, now we can celebrate. I bought all those expensive wine glasses for just such an occasion.

Darling:"Stops in her tracks" Beau?

Beau:"Stops" Yes dear? "Confused"

Darling:I don't want to do this anymore, t...this is...just going back to what...I ran away from...in my family's business.

Beau:Your family is nothing but scammers and liars, how dare you compare ME to THEM?! "Getting angry"

Darling:"Yells" ME AND MY FAMILY ARE NOT LIKE THAT ANYMORE!! MY FATHER MADE SURE OF THAT BY ENDING ALL CONTACT WITH MY DECEIVING UNCLE AND MOVING US HERE!!! "Lowers her voice" We're all about honesty and integrity now. My father and mother started their own shop and I started benefiting different charities to help others. We..we're not like that anymore.

Beau:"Sighs" Listen here, if you want your family's pathetic little business to stay afloat, you need to start obeying me. "Yells in her face" IS THAT CLEAR?!

Darling:NO, I WON'T DO THIS ANYMORE!! YOUR NOTHING BUT AN ABUSIVE, EVIL FREAK!!!

Beau:"Smacks her across her face" QUIET YOU WORTHLESS OBJECT!!

PRESENT DIALOG:

Darling:"Trying not to cry" H..he then...he then threatened to destroy my family's entire business if I didn't obey him. He...he called me...such mean...names....and...and..."Starts to cry more".

Eloise:"Hugs Darling" It's okay now. You don't have to be around that mean old brat any longer. We'll make sure he does nothing to hurt your family and their business.

Darling:"Wipes her tears, sniffles" R..really?

Jordan:Of course!! He won't let Beau get away with this. He can't just except us to sit on the sidelines and allow him to threatened anyone really...not even a beautiful mare like you.

Both Darling and Jordan blushed after what Jordan just said. He imminently turned his face away from her to hide his red face, but he couldn't pull it off very well. Darling giggled and blushed a brighter shade of pink.

Darling:So..what do we do now?

Eloise:Well...you could just go back home.

Darling:I can't. Beau forced me to move in with him during the first month of our "relationship".

Jordan and Eloise could hear the disgust in Darling's voice when she mentioned her and Beau's "relationship", if you can even call it that.

Eloise:"Gets an idea" I know!! You can bunk with me and Jordan!!!

Darling"Surprised" Really?! I..I won't be a burden?

Jordan:Of course not and I'm sure our parents won't mind either.

Darling:"Hugs them both" Thank you both so much!! Not many ponies have shown me such kindness before.

Eloise:No problem!! Now come on everyone!!! Let's get home since it is getting late.

Eloise starts bouncing down the street with incredible speed as Darling and Jordan "try" their hardest to catch up to her. But in reality, Darling and Jordan couldn't stop talking to each other for the whole trip. Could it be that this is the start of a beautiful friendship or the start of a blossoming romance?

*TO BE CONTINUED*

Characters Used: Jordan-Son of Rodney Copperbottom and Cappy from Robots, Eloise-Daughter of Fender and Loretta from Robots, Darling-Daughter of Flim from MLP:FIM and Vellatrix from Crush Crush and Beau-Son of Rachet from Robots and Jadeite from Sailor Moon.

*Credit goes to the respectful creators of the different forms of media that the parents of my next gens are from and to FrostyBases for the base I used. I only take credit for my next gens, art, ships, stories and the Blossom Love AU.*

I hope you guys like this!! Have a beautiful day and always believe in yourselves!!!

[fear-fighters-comic]

Sparks flying both literally and figuratively, a short comic about how Tannery's moms, Loretta and Gerta Lee met!

[hauntedradiotower]

Matilda & Miss Honey

Fiona from shameless

Rosie (the cannibal)

Mrs. Incredible

Poussey Washington

The USS Enterprise

Violet Evergarden

Flavia de Luce

Jill (Deca-Dence)

Trinity from the Matrix

Helen Distortion

Name ten female characters you like, you get zapped if it's jsut a male character you call a babygirl or other feminine nicknames because I can't see people calling Lestat coquette again

[tepkunset]

Check out this upcoming indie game - Kun'tewiktuk: A Mi'kmaw Adventure

A fantasy adventure game inspired by Mi’kmaw legend and folklore. It chronicles the adventures of siblings Wasuek ("Flower") and her brother U'n ("Fog"). They get separated one summer morning and they go on an adventure through the spirit world to reunite.

The game is produced by Green Robot Studios and Kji-Wikuom Studios (the later of which is located in Eskasoni First Nation).

The creation of the game primarily stemmed from a desire to preserve Mi'kmaw language and culture.

There will be a version that is all in Mi'kmaq.

The game's villains and adversaries are inspired by Mi'kmaw legend and folklore. They include ogres, ice creatures, giant spirit animals, and much more.

The game features art from Loretta Gould.

All voices are performed by Mi'kmaw speakers.

Upon release it will be available on Steam and Epic Games.

[angellurgy2]

Hiveship

hii! this is the 1st and 2nd chapter of my new story, as a little show of whats to come when i make it a full-length book.

cw for bug rape but like, its also just an introduction to deeper non/sexual ways the bugs will destroy this girl's soul. you'll see!

i'd appreciate if people checked this out/gassed it up because i've worked reallyyy hard on this for a bit ^-^

CHAPTER 1

A live wire sparks as loretta reaches a gloved claw inside the open electrical box, her digits blunted by her heavily plated and padded, alabaster white cosmonaut suit. she roots around the active electricity, scraping out chunks of the greenish-brown sludge growing in its crevices- the same mysterious viscous slime that’s been popping up in parts across her starship over and over the past few weeks. her theories ranged from an excremetal expulsion of an unidentified space object, to some disgraceful cosmonaut’s trash finding its way into her ship’s vents.

she clicks the button for the analyzing tool of her protective visor, closely examining the fluid. long thin wires splay across all sections of the large junction, leaving burning hot indents in the thick substances that feel like way too much of a fire risk. looking at the wires, spread out in patterned parallels like gigantic spider-webs, an anxious tinge of fear strikes her. don’t fall in, don’t get caught- robots don’t need any more prey. not that you’re prey. you aren’t.

she flicks her visor back off, worried her sweat might fog up the the visor, and continues swiping the rest of the gunk into a bin.

all clean, she fixes the fuses back into place before immediately making her way back over to the equipment corridor to hang up her suit. on the way she passes vibrant posters of mechanical cross-section diagrams, detailed anatomy drawings of every variety of species she could scavenge, and historical propaganda posters. it was a nice splash of existence inside a clinical minimalist coating. 

lounging in the cabin suite on her sofa, she flips her state-provided entertainment console to the galactic news. on-screen a suited, pristine looking woman takes the centre stage behind a stretched out desk. her voice is calm and analytical, with a hint of soft sympathy that can’t be hidden no matter how hard of a professional facade they must put on.

“News from the pandora planets have finally reached the internal core, revealing devastating effects of the latest assault campaign from the exoskeletal hives, multiple colonies’ messengers have reported complete razing of ground and sub-ground infrastructure, with several not appearing for the census at all. the URSS military and all commune bioships have retreated back to pantheon-V for rehabitation before a pandora counter-takeover can be attempted.”

Loretta shudders. the exoskeletals have been advancing deeper into URSS territory much faster than ever before, the fact that the state hasn’t been able to put a stop to it—and that the threat has only gotten more aggressive—makes sweat begin to pour down her head. if she was doing a term with the forces or part of a commune science crew she’d probably be worried for her life right now. thankfully, her ship was currently flying safely in one of the middle systems, relaxing in orbit of an abandoned desert world after recently coming back from a call of excursion to the outer worlds. she always enjoyed the quiet of minimal space travel and the utter lack of civilization when she gazed down upon a world, so this has been her favourite spot to reside for a long while. from the cabin module’s glass wall she can see such stark vistas of sandy mountain ranges, demarcating the most beautiful fields of gigantic outstretching spiny cactus.

with a loud buzz the tv automatically switches to the nightly Sallite news segment, where they broadcast the most important of state propaganda to every television set at 8pm local time. with an exasperated sigh she turns the volume all the way down to 1, takes off her grey tank, and throws herself into her cushioney bed. a switch on the wall next to the alloy headboard turns on the room’s surround sound to a soft pitter of forested rainfall, and she falls asleep in a matter of seconds.

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Loretta awakes to the foreign sound of a sloppy wriggling near the floor by the end of her bed. jerking upright, she quickly slides into the suit boots she had laid at the side of her bed, strapping them tight, and moves to examine the intruder. 

a pulsating green slime slides itself across the floor, leaving a small trail of slightly transparent lime goo behind it. loretta kneels to look at it closer. she could swear it’s looking right back at her- though without any obvious eyes or features of its own. it excretes another loud squelching sound and fires off a copper-smelling mist around it, some of which sprays directly into loretta’s face causing her to wince and tear up at the dense cloud of smell. she reflexively slams her booted heel down into the creature, stomping through its gelatinous body.

she attempts to swiftly scrape the thing off her heel,, but the flattened slime spreads to encase her entire boot before she can even look down at it. when she does, she sees sticky lime green half-translucent goo coating the suit metal like adhesive, excreting a slight burning odour. loretta throws her leg around trying to eject the subject, but only manages to trip over herself, tumbling to the thick panelled floor with a resounding thud. 

on her back she watches with wide terrified eyes as the slime continues to slowly expand up her limb. it should be stretching itself out fully by now, but it seems to have an infinite amount of mass to express over her. some kind of anomalous entity from deep space? but how would it have gotten this deep into the middle systems? a new wormhole would’ve been reported immediately, and the nearest systems are all too well-inhabited. the gears turn in her head, clearly rusted over, struggling to think of a potential scientific hypothesis. by the time she breaks out of her clouded monologue and thinks to stop analyzing, the slime has already subsumed her entire left leg, grasping spreading tiny green tendrils grappling for the next part, which is fully uncovered by the comforting protection of the URSS engineer corps. she struggles to force herself away by clawing into the floor, but the slime seems to have extra weight to pin her leg down. such a little creature, overpowering her so easily- it must be alien. she doesn’t stop struggling even if it pins her utterly. if she could just get to the corner and grab her piece she could-

her scrabbling eyes find themselves staring at the cabin’s ceiling vent. a thick bile-like grey sludge seeps down from the cracks, forcing her to hurry. loretta shoves her hand into the green slime against her better judgement, trying to peel it off like one of her mother’s gelatin molds. her hands try to slide underneath it but they find themselves struggling to push against an unmovable solid, far away from the gravyesque consistency it had before. then she feels her legs, or rather, feels the lack of feeling of her legs. when she tries to move them, she cant even muster a shake, lower half pinned to the floor, not even pins or needles remaining. it doesn’t stop her relentless pushing and attempts to pull herself out by her arms, but she might as well be an amputee at this point. like one of those UOA prisoners of war from back in the day, laser neutered to be nothing but working hands for the Authority’s machines.

unable to get away from the oncoming deluge, lorreta realizes it must be relent or die. and so she does, shutting her eyes tight and curling her lips inward together like the anti-parasitites’ studies have taught her. though this wasn’t the typical annalidesque parasite commonly found in the outer cosmos, or a parasite at all for all she knows, it’s the best her dizzy mind can handle. and as she feels the sludge’s drip touch down on her estrogenated skin, it succeeds in helping stop it from flowing inside her eyes. she can feel it coat the skin tight, like a face mask but smelling of wood and suffocating and lively probing at her pores, blocking her vision black with its opaque body.

the sludge now dispensed, loretta senses a chance and attempts to pry the mask off of her. blindly groping for a free spot by her neck and sliding her unkempt nails under it and into the disgusting goo. it feels like a cadaver from anatomy class under her fingers, diving into the fat and peeling away the outer layer. but this corpse has undergone rigor mortis, and loretta’s attempts to peel it off go only slightly better than with the green thing, lifting an inch before it slaps itself back on even tighter. her second attempt goes even worse, her arms starting to feel numb and anaesthetized. she lifts her arms to fight but she cant feel the texture of what she touches anymore, and then the viral limpness travels to the rest of her motor function, and they flop uselessly at her sides. no part of her body responding to her brains frenzied orders to move, the most she can do is flail inside.

she pictures Andromeda-ZE in her mind’s eye, emotionally travelling to the place she spent most her childhood. she’s running through the market, the most well-known place in the capital, excitedly waving at family friends and commune teachers like she’s a kid again, so happy, so free, so ignorant. red and yellow and orange colours shine bright on the market stalls, sand and wood structures stand beautifully tall around her, everything is even more beautiful than it was when she was young. the wind on her cheeks as she runs makes her glow with a safety she doesn’t feel in the atmospheric void in space. not far ahead she spots her unit hut, and ramps up her speed. in a minute of invigorating sprint, she makes it to the large aspen door, knocking 5 times. she hears several light footsteps trot up and bounces with excitement. the door slowly creeps open… 

and a hulking nurse bug towers over her. its mandibles chitter, the egg sack on its back wiggles, and its claws rub together in front of its chest. she looks into the creature’s eyes and sees a thousand mirrors staring back at her. she screams muffled into the slime gag, jolting away from the colour behind her eyelids, and back into the void in front of them. instead of trying to push inside like loretta assumed, the sludge begins to creep into the part of her eye socket above her lids, pushing with prying hair-like digits. her heart cramps, and she can feel her heavy perspiration being immediately absorbed by the material the second it drips.  she doesn’t want to close her eyes, doesn’t want to see the bugs that close again- the spindling inner legs, the slimey chitin, vision of swarms of exoskeletals charging her squad flash through her, all she wants to do is scream but all it does is wear out the last muscles she can work. but she can’t stop, she wails banshily, reverberating in her own skulll. and then she can’t manage to hold her eyes open any longer.

the jointed arthropod returns, fully subsuming her soul. 

“it’s okay, sweet darling Lore, we are here now” it speaks in her mothers voice. sweet and soothing.

CHAPTER 2

loretta wakes up in a stasis vat, her body floating in air like oil. green biofluid drenches her skin, manufactured nutrients flooding her organs, keeping her fed and stable. she smiles, thinking back to her first spacewalk, bounding into the open cosmos with footless steps. she kicks her foot up, sending herself into an airy backflip. her mouth opens on its own and takes in a load of the fluid. it tastes like the earth pineapples her mothers would trade for on her birthdays. she has to figure out what this is when she’s out of here. and by the looks of her motor functions, she’ll be out of this in no time. 

* * *

she awakes groggily inside of another vat. there’s no more fluid, but something similar sticks to every inch of her skin. the walls of steel have turned into a coffinesque cocoon, fleshy and aboreal brown and wriggling with her movements. yet as she attempts to push herself backwards, her hands still find themselves scraping cold metal. she sees how some light manages to seep through the cracks of the chitinous chamber, and prods at the squishy folds where the tiny glowing rays strike, poking through an inch or two of foreign flesh before her fingertips feel air. bio vat? or some sort of.. metamorphosis chamber? she can’t remember how she got here, or when she signed up for such a procedure. she needs to find someone before she gets stuck. she lifts her moist lips to one of the little holes and screams out a plea for help. she manages to fit another finger out, and begins trying to spread open the breach when she’s stopped by someone’s cold fingers pulling hers. one of the scientists, or guards? 

the person outside pulls on loretta’s hand hard and she feels her light body raise up to the roof of her confines. despite her reaching the walls, they keep going, tugging forcing painful friction between her bare limbs and the meaty hide. in a few short, supernatural pulls she is burst through the sac entirely, getting to see chunks of what appears to be sinew and slime splattering the surroundings as she flies through antigravital space and crashes hard into a familiar wall.

HISSSSSSSTHH

innumerous spindly brown limbs bringing fading memories of phasmid anatomy charts stretch out across the polished floor and walls now brutally scattered with keepsake and furniture debris, looking like abstract blobs in loretta’s slime coated vision. blobs which are constantly being absorbed upwards into the air by twitchy movements. loretta grasps at the wall behind her, pulling herself away from the enormous creature. 

slamming into the far wall, she attempts to reach for where her dresser should be, where her trusty sidearm should be awaiting its imminent retrieval. then she remembers the lack of gravity. 

it was a stupid idea to make a grav switch so accessible. she never even uses it, and humans are the only creature out in this abyss who are weak to its pull. stupid stupid stupid. she tries to look for it in the debris but can’t make it out through all the other white and grey blobs. 

in the room, a few brown splotches stand out, utterly foreign to the ship’s shade-based palette. she stares closer, and even more seem to appear. the black space where the open door leads to dark corriders begins spewing them  out en masse until at least two dozen of them scatter across the floors walls and ceiling of the cabin, staring right back into her with beady pinpricked eyes. 

a bug pounces, its thin limbs pinning loretta hard. the hair on its tarsi scrape across her bare arms jolting goosebumps up her entire body. its membranal underside presses up close, making her shake with unease as its squishy segmented body rubs against her and coats her with an inky discharge well familiar to her after multiple campaigns. 

click, click, click, click. clinking mandibles together, like a hungry and petulant child. antennae rub against her ears, just then noticing their dulling by a xenotic wax substance. yet the vile hissing of a group of specially angered freaks still deafens. 

searing pain transports into her flesh. she screams but a sludgey backup in her windpipe stops everything but the vibration. loretta looks down at the thick brown apical claw stuck inches deep in her side. a gaping void begins a slow seeping of crimson.  another of the blobs quickly dashes into her view, bursting into definition as it pops up at the wound’s side. the same black liquid that drapes over her skin begins to leak out of its open mouth-thing, mixing and diluting the blood until the cut is naught but a thick black wall subsuming a portion of her outer thigh. 

she looks forward again as a twinge of neck pain insults her for forgetting herself, and sees the first roach reaching its body upwards. a yonic hole in its abdomen begins to slowly invert, while a large black tendril reaches out of the now-extremity and fluidly twirls itself around loretta’s leg, dripping ichor all the way.

she’d never gotten this close to one of the breeders before, to the point she didn’t even recognize their exotype until now. as far as she knew, they stayed deep inside the tunneled grounds of the hive worlds, fucking like lagomorphs to appease their queens and ever-outbreed the URSS’s onslaughts. and yet, here they are.

the appendage flicks into loretta’s belly, proding at and pushing inside her navel cavity. it feels almost like she’s being licked by a pet dog, or it would if it wasn’t by a fucking bug. the creature tries to push forward past the inch-deep space and is swiftly yanked back in turn, reaching the end of its rope. loretta sighs. if they can’t even reach her then the worst they could probably do is-

the tentacle prods at a lower place before a concept can reach her nerves. a deserted, forgotten plateau, a space too human for her to accept. sliding over a smooth ravine, wet shocks drive up her legs. coiling atrocity digs into her malleable dirt like the hills in pandora. she screams like she imagines it must. though the terror speaks in soft, writhing texture, and not pain. pandora and i, sister bodies- desecrated in twain.

she turns her head to the room’s one window. beyond the hexagonal plasteel frame, one of the last things held up through the chaos, halcyon skies stretch out for infinity- vistas of beautiful achromatic calm broken only by dots of terrestrial colour. an anaerobic dead zone, where nothing except calm would subsume her. devour her. she yearns to feel that cold blanket take her now. she dreams of the window bursting open, space gaining pressure the glass wasn’t ready for, and ripping them all out with it. she dreams of mom bursting through the door gun in hand. she dreams of simply disappearing from all being. 

from above her head slithers another pair of mandible and trio of forceps, digging into her budding chest. a sparse pink miasma sprays across her vision, and she’s stumbled out of her wonder by a furious coughing fit rising in her trachea, and finally taking off some of the adhesive coating her throat alongside it. she tries to look back outside and the claws digging deeper just force her gaze right back. her eyes glaze over with water and, unable to wipe the sleeves away, it drowns her. it fills her mouth until her muscles strain, spread taught like an epithelial fingertrap. she cant help but cough more, painfully clenching on the foreign object sliding deeper inside using her windpipe as a transistor to her weak points.

beige meat squishes up against her face, phantom sensations of a man’s stomach thrusting. it should never have been able to get more evil than that. how did they put human’s cruelty into animals, was it taught? more inches of squishish meat force the thought from her shrouded head. her tears taste like ink. maybe they like it that way.

Lorettas’s hull stretches with fullness and terror. she cant see it, but she can feel it bulging her front extremitously. it feels like the two tendrils will soon meet in the middle. she shudders in fear and feels them swirl inside her as punishment. 

she feels a slight relent, and her thoughts finally losing their haze. the creatures in front of her thrust backwards through the air, and the twisting coiling tentacles whorl their way out like a pullcord. again she has to feel the thing climb her hole, leaving a painful space where there used to be nothing, unable to go back to nothing. it is ashamed and sobbing in it’s own. what a bipolar old lady you are, where is your rage?

his voice forces itself inside of her. look what you’ve done. ruined and irreparable. you must’ve loved it. you and your little bug fascination. maybe if you didn’t spend your time with abominations, you wouldn’t have become one. 

she screams back. it’s not too late, i don’t love them. he’ll never control me again, i’ve carved so much into the world, i won’t let myself be belittled. you’re smart, they’re miniscule- a surprise assault shows their utter lack of strength. i’ll kill them all if i have to. i’ll prove it, i will.

she tries to open her eyes again and sees, stained by pink clouds floating in her sclera, a huge mutated insectoid towering behind the others. a large dynastinaen horn displays ignorant ideas of its strength above its excitedly quivering mandibles. or perhaps the exoskeletals have no need for concepts of pride or egotism. perhaps hive mentality’s destroyal of the individual will always grant them an advantage. no thought of the victim- evil little creatures. no different than the evil of the Authority. no different than-

two blunt black mandibles thrust into her chest. the wind is crushed from her body before she can realize what’s happening. she is too dazed to look at the impact. her deflated cadaver is thrusted into the air, and carried,

her vision bobs up and down as swift twig limbs drag her forth without thought. station windows fly past her, blobs vaguely looking like her favourite posters lay scattered and sliced in pieces, slime staining them irreparable as it coats the floor. does their cruelty know no limits? was the destruction of her ship and her spirit not enough? the destruction of her people? will anything sway their pure evil? she wants to cry, but she’s already using all the tears her body can muster. 

black begins to gorge itself on the halls, the chunky whirring of automatic doors blares in her ears drowning out the chattering sounds of dozens of limbs. the hydraulics were a deeply familiar sound, one she had always cherished hearing. it felt like a reminder of the spacecraft’s life, always interacting to her existence, responding in kind noise whenever loretta’d root around fixing her insides. it was a comforting relationship, wonderful in its unconditionality.

now, her beautiful partner screamed red with anger. they destroyed her entrance too. the airlocks outer seal is burst open with what could fairly be assumed to be anti-ship cannons, if not for the claw marks and acid tainting it all. she looks through the inner seal, into the void where death surely awaits, her body has been so painfully torn and remade, that she can’t make herself put up a single limb to fight at the end. she imagines a blaster in her hand, and clenches its handle tight. then she opens her eyes, and her fingers havent moved an inch. 

then her face meets cold surface, jagged. then the green drapes grab onto her skin again. then her blood mixes with the green and turns the colour to the same rust she smelled in the air at the start. then she feels the perfectly held-at-average air of her beloved spaceship turn into cold freezing anguish of the outside. then she feels her body turn to nothing. then, she feels nothing at all.

[sonicnerd]

How y'all be shipping c*dfia???

Like- I can't enjoy Cedric stuff WITHOUT having c*dfia coming up 😭

And the BAD thing is, it's ALWAYS (almost always) the most INNOCENT art that has the c*dfia tag

Can't I just enjoy some wholesome Cedric and Sofia bonding without pedophilia being in this mix??

A long while ago I saw a post EXPLAINING C*DFIA

Idgaf is Sofia is the one to fall first and they get together when their older. THATS A CHILD! Cedric is like 30-40!

Y'all who ship this need to be studied, same with mirletta fans , Miles x Loretta, (Miles from Tomorrowland) like- THEIR SIBLINGS!

The bad thing about MFTL/MFO is that it's like this fandom condones incest so badly

Like- ship them with sand or a star or even a robot , I've seen human x transformers and even though I don't like it it's better than incest

Sorry for getting off topic but it's true

Being in there fandoms are killing me but thank the fandom gods that have good ppl out there that have brains

there is only ONE person who ik who I will let mirletta slide cuase they have common sense to not make everyone uncomfortable unlike someone who kept forcing incest

C*DFIA & MILRETTA got me like wtf is going through these pols brains to ship A CHILD AND A ADULT and SIBLINGS

The fact that shit got me so curious that I even did research on why ppl ship these things is insane

Have a good day/night!

February 2/2025

[potterandpromises]

Charades

Will hosts a Christmas party for his newly rearranged family. At the end of the night, they play charades. Content warnings: Dinner Table Syndrome, discussion of adoption and family related trauma, and drug based humor. Also on AO3

“A robot,” Mabel guesses.

“The Tin Man," from Charles.

“Judy Garland after a long night out.”

Will breaks the no-speaking rule. "Dad."

“What? the kids already went to bed.”

Loretta clings to Oliver's arm. "I know this one! It’s the guy in Times Square who's always covered in metallic paint.”

Everyone except Theo nods in agreement.

"That's a good one," Dickie says.

“The prompt was,” Will pulls the piece of paper from his pocket, holds it out in Theo's direction, “Minecraft. I think Henry put that one in there.”

“Minecraft is a computer game,” Oliver explains. “It’s for the kids who yearn for the days of no child labor laws.”

"Speaking of kids in bed and, um, laws, should those of us who haven't drank too much eggnog and are willing to drive in the dark head out now or...?" Dickie lets his sentence trail off and Charles begins, slowly, to stand up.

“Theo hasn’t gotten a turn yet,” Will points out, literally. Charles slumps back in his seat.

Will had decided on charades for his Christmas party because the internet said it was deaf-friendly, but Theo hasn't participated much. He'd only thrown out two guesses, one correct, in nine rounds of the game, with Mabel interpreting much to everyone's confusion. Will’s not really sure why he thought charades would fix the communication barrier.

“How will we know he’s really playing fairly and not just signing?” Oliver asks, conspiratorial.

“It doesn’t really work like that,” Mabel says. “Most signs don't look like anything. They're just arbitrary.”

On the coffee table lies Charles’ fedora, sacrificed to hold the tiny scraps of paper they each wrote prompts on. Theo draws one out, raises an eyebrow, and walks to the center of the room.

“Walking… he’s walking into a room and closing the door,” Oliver narrates in his podcast voice.

“We can see that,” Dickie says, patiently.

Loretta looks at Oliver like his performance is worthy of a Tony.

“He’s locking the door. A lock! A bathroom! Mabel, how do I sign bathroom?”

Mabel doesn’t respond to that. Theo’s gaze shifts from Oliver and his wild but meaningless gesticulation to Mabel in the oversized armchair, and there it lingers.

He turns, mimes pulling something off a wall.

“It’s a trapped door!” Loretta exclaims.

“A locked secret room,” Charles mumbles.

“Theo.” Will waves to get his attention. “Is it, ah, a baby changing station?”

Theo bites his lip, unsure.

It occurs to Will, too late, that he could have, in the spirit of the game, mimed changing a diaper or even just holding a baby and Theo probably would have gotten it. Or he could have tried spelling it—he knows how to sign the alphabet, mostly.

He hadn’t actually planned to try and have a relationship with his half brother. He would have liked to have grown up with a sibling or two, sure, but as an adult he didn't feel like anything was missing. And he definitely didn't want any Dimas family drama—the Putnams bring enough of that as it is. But when Oliver told Loretta and Loretta told Dickie, he said to Will, very carefully and earnestly, that Will had only lived without knowing one half of his biological family for a year, whereas Dickie had lived with those unknowns for his whole life.

"Brothers can be…" he'd trailed off, sitting at the kitchen island across from Will. "I did love Ben but honestly it was a relief when he was gone. I'm not saying it'll be worth it, necessarily. It could be completely awful."

"Yeah, they're into some pretty shady stuff, or they were, and I don't really need anything from them, so."

Dickie was quiet for a long moment. "Reuniting with my mother has been one of the most meaningful experiences of my life. I don't know what I would have done if…"

"You might not think you need anything from them now, but it sucks going to the doctor and writing unknown for your family medical history," he said, voice raw. "When you really need that information, or your children do, you don't want it to be too late."

Will was, and still is, pretty sure that Theo isn’t a bad person. He can't say the same about Teddy. So, despite his misgivings, Will had reached out to Theo.

He hadn’t exactly been happy to be the last to know, but hadn’t held it against Will specifically. They text, mostly. Will still feels like he knows almost nothing about Theo. But when he asked about medical history, and Theo knew almost nothing, he showed Will a family tree a distant cousin in Greece had sent and translated what he could so Will could read it.

(He couldn't help but notice that on the chart, the younger Theodore Dimas didn't have a mother.)

(He didn't say anything.)

Theo touches the imaginary sides of the maybe-baby-changing-table, leans over, and audibly sniffs.

"I know—" Oliver leans over and whispers in Loretta’s ear.

Theo turns back to Mabel, by herself in the big armchair. She signs something without voicing and Theo signs back. Nobody else seems to notice.

Will turns at the sound of his wife’s footsteps. "Kids go down okay?"

"Henry tried to take his Switch to bed." She joins him on the loveseat.

Theo has fully stopped acting out the scene. Mabel is fingerspelling her guesses, or maybe they're just chatting. Nobody remembered to set a timer for the round.

“Do you think there's something going on there,” he murmurs to his wife, “between Theo and Mabel?"

She follows his gaze to the couple. "Didn't you say that he said there wasn't?"

"Yeah, after I assumed they were together because she slept over at his place."

She snorts. "I don't know your brother."

"Neither do I."

They let that hang in the air. Despite living in the same building, Theo and Will had been on very different paths their whole lives. While Will was taking A.P. Bio, looking ahead to collage and veterinary school, Theo was probably already pulling teeth out of corpses' mouths.

(They'd never talked about that directly. That little detail had come from Oliver.)

When they were kids, they played together while their dads talked business. It was just legos and video games, but Oliver had mindlessly, and in retrospect rather distastefully, praised Will for playing with Teddy's boy. As they got older, the communication gap became more apparent, at least for Will. Then their dads' relationship fractured and he barely thought of Theo at all until the podcast and everything that came after it.

"I don't get Mabel," his wife says, "why she's so close with two random old men."

Will doesn't really get it, either. He’s never had a real conversation with Mabel, and his opinions of her are jointly frozen in 'weird girl who breaks into apartments to do drugs' and 'my dad's podcast partner.' He'd invited her so Theo would have someone to talk to, and then Oliver invited Charles—had insisted Charles come, if Will has read between the lines correctly.

"It seems like it works for them."

She hums in agreement.

Oliver stands up. “Doing cocaine off a changing table in the bathroom at a Denny’s."

Theo frowns at him.

They all frown at him.

"I couldn't take it anymore." Oliver clenches his fists. "That's the prompt. Cocaine. Denny’s. Changing table."

”Denny’s?” Mabel asks, while fingerspelling the word.

Theo nods, jaw clenched and eyebrows raising to the ceiling. “He says he doesn’t get how he was supposed to show that part,” Mabel interprets.

“I wrote that one,” Oliver says.

“We know,” Charles and Mabel say at the exact same time.

“I didn’t want to spoil the fun too soon, but the wait was getting torturous."

Theo sits down next to Mabel in the armchair, sagging with exaggerated relief, hips pressed together. She watches him, and a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

“There is something there,” his wife says, in a whispered message disguised as a hug and a kiss on his cheek.

He kisses the crown of her hair, to really seal the illusion. "Yeah, there is."

Theo is, Will assumes based on his generally perturbed and disgusted expression, complaining to Mabel about the prompt, and she's nodding along, trying not to laugh. Theo said she isn't flaunt in ASL, but it seems like it's enough.

"Well, on that note," Dickie stands up, gaze searching for his coat, "I'm heading out. It was..." he pauses, "a really lovely party."

Will knows he means it. Nothing like his adoptive parents' stuffy house parties or the Hollywood parties he always attended in Ben's shadow. They exchange goodbyes and have-a-good-Christmases and then his gaze falls on Theo, who spent half the party checked out and on his phone.

After everyone leaves or else retreats to the guest bedroom, and all the dishes are washed, Will sits in the dark, googling.

"Hey baby, what do you think of ASL classes at the community center as a family Christmas present?"

[kaifougere666]

Robots art again

[orawyra]

please please please tell me ur robots headcanons ☹️☹️ pleeeeeaseeeee

ok so

-i think i hc most of the lead cast being biracial. yeah

-fender has a prosthetic leg as a human that he's had basically his entire life. he also has freckles like his sister and a tooth gap :3

-piper is a collector of all things music from physical media to magazines and old concert flyers. oh and also pocket knives.

-diesel uses sign language, lug is his interpreter but also speaks a little brazilian portuguese. both piper and fender speak spanish, cappy speaks japanese.

-bonus: all of them try teaching rodney these languages post-movie, with sign being the one he's clung to the most.

-fender was a theater kid and class clown growing up because he liked making people happy. post-movie he does stand up comedy and drag on the side.

-crank, cappy, loretta and ratchet all smoke.

-lug enjoys cooking and helps aunt fanny with making dinner sometimes.

-rodney gets sick very easily and will stay sick for weeks and weeks on end.

-aunt fanny used to be a teacher and now home schools piper.

-pipers low key a weeb and kawaii metal was literally designed for her.

-fender is 1000% a stoner. he and crank have a sour relationship but the only thing they bond over is getting high.

-diesel likes riding on top of lug's shoulders and back.

-fender has separation anxiety and is very quick to grow attached to other people, as well as adhd. he may or may not have a shit ton of trauma.

-cappy has a cat named mono (もの), literally translates into "thing". he's strange.

-after her crush on rodney wore off piper developed a huge secretive one sided crush on cappy (oh no cancel me)

-lug, diesel and rodney are all autistic.

-aunt fanny wears glasses bc i said so fuck you.

-fender is deathly afraid of bugs and blood/guts. and also the dark, especially when in a small space.

-rodney has a habit of chewing on his straws as a stim.

-diesel likes art, and his style is very abstract and avant-garde. he also enjoys old video games.

-bigweld and gasket used to date.

-cappy and loretta were friends in high school.

-piper is effectively wonderbot's aunt and babysitter.

-i thibk ratchet needs therapy.

-i think most of these characters need therapy.

-i think rodney needs a nap.

i have a shit load more but that's all i feel comfortable sharing publicly lol

[lbova]

[mlp410nightcore]

Storyline:Leave Her Alone (Part 5 of 5)

As Jordan, Eloise and Darling made to Jordan and Eloise's family home, it was nearly nighttime. The moon was glowing quite bright and the stars littered the night sky in a beautiful but faint glow. Jordan and Eloise walked into their home, but Darling was content with staying on the porch.

Jordan:"Stops, confused" Darling? What aren't you coming inside?

Darling:"Sighs" Because I'm worried of what your parents think. Everyone knows that I'm "dating" Beau...so that means....

Before Darling could speak any further, Jordan put his arm around her to comfort her.

Jordan:It's going to be okay. My parents will understand why you're here if you tell them everything. Their trustworthy people with open minds.

Darling:"Sighs, taking a deep breath in and out" Alright. I'll take your word for it.

Jordan walked into his home with Darling close beside him. Cappy was busy cleaning the counters while Rodney was working on a new project of his. Cappy immediately smiled when she saw Eloise, Jordan and Darling walk through the door.

Cappy:Hello Jordan and Eloise....oh...Darling. I didn't expect you to come visit. Welcome to our home. "Smiles dearly"

Darling:Why thank you miss. I'm very delighted to be in such a stunning home.

Suddenly, everyone heard a loud crash coming from another room. Rodney stopped working and sighed while rolling his eyes.

Rodney:Fender!! I told you to stop messing with my stuff!!!

Fender:"Comes crashing out of the room, giggles nervously" Umm...it was like this when I got here.

Rodney:"Rolls his eyes but giggles" What am I going to do with you? "Helps Fender up"

Fender:Sorry. I was trying to find..."Freaks out a bit, points at Darling" What is SHE doing here?!

Eloise:Dad. Dad. It's okay. She's going to stay with us for a while.

Fender:"Confused" But why?! Can't she just go back to her boyfriend?!

Darling shivered in an unpleasant way when Fender mentioned her "boyfriend". Jordan slightly nudged Darling and moved his head to be slightly pointing at his parents and Eloise's dad. Darling nodded and explained everything that had happened. After hearing her story, Rodney, Fender and Cappy's faces had very shocked expressions.

Cappy:I can't believe Beau could be this cruel. Especially to a beautiful mare like you.

Rodney:Well I can. He's the son of Rachet for pete's sake. I'm not surprised Rachet raised Beau to be a monster just like him.

Fender:"Embarrassed" Well...I'm so sorry for...how I acted.

Darling:It's alright sir. If I'm being honest, I'm use to people reacting to me in that particular way.

Rodney:Well then, your welcome to stay here as long as you like. Until you can move back in with your parents.

Darling:"Sighs with relief" Thank you all so much. I promise I'll be on my best behavior.

After getting Jordan's room set up, Eloise said good night to them and went to bed. Jordan and Darling laid down on Jordan's bed and Darling immediately fell asleep after putting her mane up in a bun. Jordan blushed as he watched Darling fall asleep peacefully. He started watching the stars outside his window before slowly drifting off to sleep himself.

*THE END*

Characters Used: Jordan-Son of Rodney Copperbottom and Cappy from Robots, Eloise-Daughter of Fender and Loretta from Robots, Darling-Daughter of Flim from MLP:FIM and Vellatrix from Crush Crush and Beau-Son of Rachet from Robots and Jadeite from Sailor Moon (Mentioned). Cappy, Fender and Rodney Copperbottom.

*Credit goes to the respectful creators of the different forms of media that the parents of my next gens are from and to Amity-Hsu for the base I used. I only take credit for my next gens, art, ships, stories and the Blossom Love AU.*

I hope you guys like this!! What other next gen storylines do you guys wanna see next? Please let me know in the comments. Have a beautiful day and always believe in yourselves!!!

[strangegutz]

i made a heartbreak gulch guy i wanted to share with you!! i am so obsessed with this whole universe (i made this blog literally five minutes ago expressly to message you since you can't send pics on anon lol). it's such a fun world to play in and you and your co-creator are so talented.

i wanted to have my oc be a singer, since I love the sort of "old west saloon girl (gn)" energy, and from there, I got the idea of Ramirez Robotics licensing the voices of certain musicians, the same way they do their likenesses. There are three genres of song (crooner/oldies, country, and rock) and one of each gender for six total options. I'm not a great visual artist, but I made a little fake advertisement for that model of C-Droid styled after a 50s nostalgia moment.

Anyway, that's what my little guy, Cassidy, is--he's a deluxe model who was purchased for one of those tourist-trap "saloons" out in Texas with the voice of a female country music star (like a Loretta Lynn or Bobbie Gentry type) and would headline their performances. He was built with a female body mold with wide hips, like a pixar mom. Then the saloon went under and Cassidy was kicked to the curb. Left to his own devices, he decided he wanted to get a few changes made to his body--he started by getting his chest plate swapped for a flat one by his on-again off-again mechanic boyfriend, and buying himself an accessory d*ck he could swap out at will, but by the time he'd saved enough to do things like getting his voice box altered, Ramirez had stopped making the male country model he wanted, so he stuck with his original voice and just named himself after the country star. He kind of bounced around from place to place for a few years looking for somewhere with the same vibe as his hometown until he found Heartbreak Gulch, which is where he posted up! I'm working on sketching him but rn i'm just rotating him in my mind <3

THIS IS SOOOOO SO COOL

I like, don't have any commentary other than vigorously nodding my head and pointing at you. Amazing. Beautiful. Such a good idea. Also really good username you were able to nab

Eddie had a fleeting lover in his past, one of the first other free CompanDroids he ever met, who was a transgender model B named Bruno in a similar vein as this! When Eddie knew him he hadn't had a proper flat chest piece tooled for him yet, so he proudly showed his inner mechanics where he removed his breastplate. Eddie has his own trans allegory thing going on but straight up transgender robots are so so cool conceptually.

I love this sssoooOOOOOOO MUCH thank you for sharing!

[glitterberryshortcake]

🦄 ✨ Here's an introduction of my OCs and the F/O's that I ship them with!!! :D ✨ 🦄

💗🌈 🩷 Name: Rainbow Vivre Age: 22 Species: Human Vallonica "Vallea" Glyssen, also known as "Rainbow Vivre", is very sweet, outgoing, and can sometimes be a little air-headed. She has a looooot of boyfriends. I can't list every boyfriend she has because it would be a very long list, so I'll just list two of them. Mr. Paulson (Teamo Supremo), and Mr. Tinkerton (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). 💗 🌈🩷

✨ 💜 🩵 Name: Desiree Hills Age: 25 Species: Human Desiree Hills is optimistic and sweet. It's very easy for her to sympathize/empathize with others. She's very rich and lives in a pink Barbie-style mansion. She owns a white Yorkshire Terrier named Daisy. Her boyfriend is Sarge Snorkel (Beetle Bailey). 🩵 💜 ✨

❤️ 🖤 ✨ Name: Nataly Vaclavik Age: 2160 (demon years) 36 (human years) Species: Demon Nataly Vaclavik loves to commit crimes on the regular (such as robbing banks, shoplifting, and other typical bad guy-ish stuff) She also has a fascination with weapons. She has a sweet tooth and loves red velvet cake and chocolates. Her boyfriend is Principal Pankley (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). ✨ 🖤 ❤️

🩷 💚 🍓 Name: Ichigo Age: Ageless Physical and mental age: 24 Species: Robot Ichigo is ditzy and super kind. She’s also pretty sensitive. Also, she knows when to be serious. She can speak in both Japanese and English. Her boyfriend is Percy Polie (Rolie Polie Olie). 💚 🩷 🍓

🌸 🩷 🌼 Name: Harmony Hoffman Age: 24 Species: Human Harmony Hoffman is very shy. She's a botanist/phytologist. She loves flowers and her favorites are roses, sunflowers, tulips, marigolds, and daisies. Her boyfriend is Cap'n Turbot (Paw Patrol). 🌸 🩷 🌼

💜 🩷 🎶 Name: Setsuko Senritsu Age: 22 Species: Human Setsuko Senritsu is a character from the video game called “Happy Hyper Dance!” or “ハッピーハイパーダンス！” (Basically, it’s a fictional/nonexistent game I came up with that is similar to Dance Dance Revolution). She's super bubbly and energetic. Her boyfriend is Surge Protector (Wreck-It Ralph). 🩷 💜 🎵

💛 💜 🦋 Name: Melinda Grace Age: 21 Species: Butterfly Melinda Grace is very smart, although scatterbrained. She loves fashion, cooking, and reading. Her favorite things to cook are sweets, especially frosted cookies. Her favorite book genres are romance, comedy, and fantasy. Her boyfriend is Adam Flayman (Bee Movie). 💜 💛 🦋

🩵 🎸 🩷 Name: Abigill Eauston Age: 22 Species: Axolotl Abigill Eauston has an interest in music and has a huge collection of musical instruments. Her favorite musical instrument is the electric guitar. Her boyfriend is Mr. Baldwin (Fish Hooks). (Fun fact: Abigill's name is a pun on the name "Abigail" and the word "gill"). 🩵 🎸 🩷

❤️ 🩷 🍎 Name: Loretta Reid Age: 26 Species: Human Loretta Reid is a Kindergarten teacher and loves working with and teaching kids. Her students call her Miss Reid. She's been teaching for four years. She's very sweet, caring, sympathetic/empathetic, and fun. Her boyfriend is the Teacher/Sensei/Mr. S (Doraemon). 🩷 ❤️ 🍎

Name: Sparklemary Age: 1400 (fairy years) 24 (human years) Species: Fairy Sparklemary loves jewelry, fashion, flowers and candy. She's bubbly, sweet, elegant, and can be silly at times. She loves collecting minerals/gems/crystals and flowers to make jewelry out of! Her boyfriend is Head Pixie (The Fairly Oddparents).