#the point is TIDDIES OUT??

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Danny Ramirez via Instagram, 2023.01.18 - Paris, YSL

[izzystizzys]

Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.

Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.

And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.

He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.

Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.

“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”

Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”

Two lightsticks hover uselessly in the air, Skywalker’s zig-zagging in a relentless hum with his gesturing. Fox stands stock-still, in the hope that maybe he’ll spontaneously turn invisible if he does. Around them, 501st and 212th troopers gape through helmets. Behind him, Nuisance gasps for air amidst screaming laughter.

Ping, went Fox’s comm unit, in that unmistakeable lascivious jingle sound. Ping, answered Count Dooku’s within a split second. Match found close by.

For a moment, Fox considers what it would be like to run at the Count’s lightsaber at full speed.

…not like that.

“Count”, Kenobi says, with a face like he’s bitten into a rotten fruit. Not that Fox knows what fruit tastes like. “This is a highly… unexpected development.” He fwoosh-es his lightsaber shut, obviously having given up on fighting. “I’d call it a conflict of interest, but I’m not sure that applies?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a conflict of something, for sure”, Cody hisses, fists clenched at his sides. He looks about ready to boil over, with Crys and Waxer inching closer in preparation. “What have you done to my brother, you monster?!”

“I don’t think you want to know that, Commander”, Nuisance gasps out between barks of laughter, proving why he’s eternally Fox’s least favourite. Cody’s splotchy red complexion slowly fades into ghostly white as a sheen of horror settles over the room. “Thanks for the fancy chocolate bouquet last week, Count!”

Dooku, who has been thus far staring at the floor with an empty thousand-klick stare, looks up at that. Fox has seldom seen a man that defeated outside of the mirror, he has to admit - but shudders when he remembers exactly what the chocolates were for.

Oh Force, he’s sexted Count Dooku into buying him gifts. Does that make him a Seppie spy? Traitor by proxy?

“I feel”, says the Count, gravely, still holding his long red laserknife in a white-knuckled death-grip, “that I have been taken for a fool.”

“Uh”, says Fox, nervously. All eyes snap to him. Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force. They’re going to invent a whole new kind of decommissioning for this and name it after Fox.

“Is it really scamming if you actually get what you pay for?”, asks Grids, considering. Fox slowly pulls off his helmet just for the comforting feeling of burying his head in his gloved palms. The sounds of a struggle ensue, and Kenobi makes a choked-off noise. Maybe if he’s embarrassed enough he’ll give himself an aneurysm.

“Grandmaster, why are you paying people for naked pictures of themselves on the holonet?!” Kenobi asks, despairingly. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Oi, no one said I was naked!”, Fox exclaims, head whipping up.

“So naked”, Nuisance laughs, palm thumping against the floor. He might be crying.

“I’m not decrepit”, the Count blusters, and Skywalker makes a gagging noise. “I have - there are needs, and they are perfectly natural!” It takes three troopers to restrain Cody from launching himself at the Count.

[artemispt]

Can someone take the caption off 👀

[artsy-hobbitses]

WIP In between commissions and I have the urge to update Prowl’s entire sheet! Mainly because the original version of it I did was done entirely with his IDW incarnation in mind, and Preston Wan is almost diametrically opposed to that version now AND has a full story which I feel DESERVES a new sheet given that the old was very barebones.  Which means new and improved art, and a sneak peek ✨

[littleogreboii]

like respectfully where are the modern au vashwood fanfics where vash is some 40 year old loser who still cries when has to figure out how taxes work and somehow still managing to get ID'd at a bar, while wolfwood is some 25 year old that hit peak dad energy 25 years early and keeps getting mistaken for a 30 year old.

[splickedylit]

@gryphcat for making 👀 emojis when I mentioned I wanted to draw Marvus even though I never played the friendsims the dubious honor of these cliddies clown tiddies goes to YOU

[toytulini]

god I know this is like The Wrong Stance on AI. I know its not about whether the art is Real and Human or If It Has A Soul and how a lot of the arguments against it are the same bullshit arguments people made against digital art like I Know. I Knowwww. but god, I'm really sorry, not to post like one of those annoying poetry bloggers I cant stand (yall are valid, live your truth, theres nothing wrong with what you post I'm just a petty bitch who hates poetry. unless I dont hate it.)

But theres just something about the way AI art will almost certainly never be able to mimic the exact way my pencil leaves an indentation in the paper, the way some of the lines I can never fully erase cause I pressed too hard, theyll have to at least train them to draw with a physical pencil first, and sure, they could train it to draw with a pencil and even erase the exact same piece I drew, line for line, on a piece of paper with a robot arm powered by AI, but they can't replicate. idk. the lineage of lefty bitches in my family, and the way I grew up going through school with my entire left arm silver with graphite, from doodling on my schoolwork. not yet anyway. but I guess I do live for the day we make the ai sentient enough that we can traumatize it by giving it homework after kneecapping its executive functions so it copes by drawing a big tiddy lobster monster. sure

[langernameohnebedeutung]

every red pill Tater tot aLpHa MaLe online presence is like:

"Women need to dress modestly if they want to be treated with respect! I'm not going to simp for someone who shows off her body for men online!" *photo of guy with his shirt off* *photo of guy with his shirt off**photo of guy with his shirt off**photo of guy with his shirt off**photo of guy with his shirt off**photo of guy with his shirt off**photo of guy with his shirt off**photo of guy with his shirt off**photo of guy with his shi-

[seabeck]

Tiddy chicken wants to be an inside chicken again so badly but Gwendolyn won’t allow it. When she was inside before she was the boss of Gwendy and Willow but when I added Maple to the flock, Gwendolyn suddenly wasn’t bottom bitch and got a major confidence boost which turned her into a bully

[miutonium]

I like him like a normal amount so thats why I sketched him i swear aha

Also im available for commission ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[seagull-scribbles]

[renaissancefailmarriage]

the bronze age collapse was actually caused by Mycanae and Old Crete/Minoans having a dramatic breakup

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Very tasteful, Todd. Never stop being yourself.

[pilotstreets]

okay. am i insane or was there a period of time where a lot of people thought josh got a nipple piercing?

[sunnibits]

I gotta be honest sometimes being in this fandom makes me feel like I’m the one person sitting in the middle of a flaming garbage inferno that you find just chilling and drawing boobs

[wilcze-kudly]

My Weilin roadtrip fic will include the pipline from :

building a wall of pillows between the two of them when they're sleeping in the tent

to

having difficulty sleeping without each other