robot butlers

a family doesn’t have to be a mom, a dad and a kid. a family can be a parent, their android son, their robot butler, a very helpful man in a cowboy hat, a nosy reporter, a clockwork detective, a master of disguise with a pompadour wig, a cosplaying raisin, a manchild mercenary, an irish brawler, an android secret agent, an android doctor, an android knight, a macbeth-obsessed super mutant, a vengeful robot, a depressed hunter, a salty bandit, and Dogmeat


spent the last few days scribbling ideas for a couple of characters i’ve had floating around my head for a lil while

this is bonnie, she’s one of a pair of characters i’ve been scribbling recently
she has a lot of money and a fleet of robot butlers and servants at her disposal
she’s also a bit short tempered and very strongly bound to her principles
but obviously the important bit’s the money >:]

a coming of age story about overcoming any obstacle, no matter what limbs you have!
features epic heroes such as:
-bean sprout
-bean sprout’s robot butler
-long yaoi
-the Hawk Eye Ball
-mister hoe
and nefarious villains, like:
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang

The Batman Comic DC Doesn’t Want You To Know About

That’s right, folks! I’m gonna tell you all about the greatest Batman story you don’t know about. 

Batman: Digital Justice.

100% computer generated, in writing and artwork. Created by Pepe motherfucking Moreno, the greatest comic creator to ever grace this earth. know why you’ve never heard of him? Because his work is so flawless that it’d blow your god damned mind into a million little pieces. But enough about him, let’s talk about Batman.

Bruce Wayne? A punk ass bitch. Azrael? Punk ass bitch. Dick Grayson? Punk ass bitch. Damian Wayne? Punk ass bitch. Helena Wayne? Punk ass bitch. Terry McGinis? Punk ass bitch. Cassandra Cain? Not a punk ass bitch, but not good enough. You know who is good enough?

James motherfucking Gordon. This is Barbara Gordon’s son, the baddest bitch in Gotham. He became Batman in the year 2090, long after all of Gotham’s shitty vigilantes kicked the bucket. Dude eats nails for breakfast. He can do more push ups than you. He can kill you with his amazing hacking skills that he inherited from his mom. He’s got a god damned robot butler. That’s how cool he is. And because he’s so cool, he kicks ass through the internet.

With the help of a digital fucking batman. But that’s not his only ally. You really think he’d just have one? James fucking Gordon is swimming in allies. And while you’re all out there, trying to get DC to cast Ryan Potter as Tim Drake, you’re ignoring the best fucking Robin of all time.

Robert motherfucking Chang. He’s Chinese-American. He’s gonna steal your girl. He’s got a god damned hoverboard. Fuck Tim Drake, get Ryan Potter to play Robert Chang. But you know who else James works with? You’re thinking Catwoman, right? Wrong.

Motherfucking Gata. Shiela Romero is like Selina Kyle, if Selena was a cat themed pop star who’s never been whitewashed. You wish you were half as cool as her. And as for our villain, we’re not going down that BS route Batman Beyond did with Joker coming back to life. That pasty faced bitch is dead, and he stays dead. This is our villain.

The motherfucking Joker Virus. ‘Nuff fucking said.

Go read Batman: Digital Justice if you want a real Batman comic. Keep reading DC Rebirth if you’re a punk ass bitch.


Return to the Falls, a Gravity Falls fanfiction

Before heading back to Gravity Falls for the summer, Stan and Ford make a quick stop at an old haunt.  However, they are surprised to also find a familiar face waiting for them.

(Prologue of “Return to the Falls”, a Gravity Falls fanfiction.  The up-to-date entirety can be found here.)


The old man opened his eyes and blinked, confused.  He was in the living room, in the old recliner, the best seat in the house.  He must have dozed off while watching “Duck-tective,” but that didn’t seem right.  That show engrossed him far too much to put him to sleep, even if he’d seen the episode a hundred times.


The TV was turned off, but that in itself wasn’t odd.  If he’d fallen asleep with it on, his brother would have shut it off.  That old nerd hated wasting energy and had gone on a big power-saving kick after getting the house back in working order, insisting that the rest of the family keep their lights off and devices unplugged when not necessary.  Of course, that all seemed pretty rich coming from the guy who built a giant universe portal that ran exclusively on raw nuclear waste.  It was a miracle the thing hadn’t rendered the whole town uninhabitable when it went to pieces.


Stan looked around, frowning.  Had he imagined that sound?  Maybe his hearing aid was on the fritz.  The house seemed to be quiet, after all.  The kids must have been outside.  Or … what time was it?  Afternoon?  Night?  The fact that he’d dozed off didn’t help him much; he could fall asleep in the armchair no matter the hour.  Oh well, he felt no need to worry.  Right now, all he wanted was a nice cool drink to counteract the heavy summer air.

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resting-meme-face  asked:

I lowkey wanna be hipsters about Twelvedole, like, "We liked it before it was cool. Told you so," then take a sip of Pabst's Blue Ribbon, or w/e.

we saw that band before they were cool dogg like in a bar with 20 other people and we knew. we cheered to our future-vision with microbrew beers or w/e and then ate local organic ramp salads or whatever the hipster thing is

i’m just so confused about how it’s apparently a valid pairing like for regular people now as opposed to obscure headcanons and wild guesswork like it was not a pairing i needed canon to support and yet here we are

anyway i welcome all twelvedole shippers with open arms please come join in #snackboys is for all of us

Do You Know What That’s Worth - A WidowTracer Fan Fiction

She awoke from the darkness.

Soft sand caressed her lower body. Tiny toes dug into the sand as water washed over them. The warmth of a etherial sun was the next thing she sensed. Eyes closed she turned her face upwards, absorbing what the sun offered her while her lower legs combined the sun’s warmth with the soft waves of water. She held no sense of who she was. How she came to suddenly exist in this location was unknown to her.

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Codsworth With a Synth Body

(Spoilers to Side Quests ahead) Hear me out on this but does anyone else think Codsworth should get a synth body like Curie? Don’t get me wrong I adore his Mr. Handy body but it just seems fitting to me. Plus imagine:

Codsworth: After getting synth body, "Sir/Mum could I ask for a suit or tuxedo of sorts? I’m feeling slightly underdressed.“

SS: "Of course Codsw–”


SS: “Codsworth it’s fi–”

Codsworth: “ I DID IT AGAIN!” *Frantic running and screaming, along with lots of tripping because he’s not quite sure as to how to operate legs*

I feel if the Survivor got into a relationship with Preston/Cait/MacCready/Piper/Hancock or even Danse
They’d be doing like normal wasteland survival shit that they’re completely accustomed to doing like making a fucking campfire or some shit and the survivor who is a pre-war posh ass motherfucker with a robot butler would be all???? Holy shit??? They are doing so much and working so hard to survive they do so much???? I contribute nothing????
While MacCreadys making a fire out of sheer muscle memory scratching his balls wondering if they have any snack cakes left
Or Preston is stripping a radstag barely paying attention and whistling a little tune wondering if they should stop to stock up on ammo soon
Or Cait reinforcing and checking the perimeter before they go to bed arguing about whether or not they should ask the survivor to help her fix the underwire on her bra bc it’s been stabbing her for a good week
Or Piper stringing up traps and hanging their supplies from trees so critters don’t get into them and putting up a hammock asking herself if it’s REALLY worth it to badger that Warwick girl for an interview again
Or Hancock running down a radstag and fucking gunning it down thinking about how Fahrenheit and his boys are doing back in Goodneighbor and if she remembered Charlie needs repairs
Like Sole wouldn’t know how to do any of this shit and they’d feel so bad cuz as far as they see their companion is putting in all the work to keep them alive and they’re doing jack shit
But all the companions see is them doing stuff they’re so used to doing while the survivor is running down deathclaws and fixing holes in their clothes and finding ammo and unlocking doors they wouldn’t be able to find or do
And while the survivor is beating themselves up about being useless all their companion can think is ‘damn how’d I get so lucky?’