#rat/chet

[starscoffeecreamer]

okay so hear me out on this

So what if there was a shortage of soldiers during the war, so the bots and cons decide to try their luck with pregnancy and stuff

Rat/chet is the most fertile of the bots, so he naturally offers himself as the bots breeding bot, getting his processor fragged out once per week to build up the many many newsparks in his belly<3

For the cons Sound/wave and Meg/atron both offer themselves up (megsy surprises everyone) and so soon the tic and leader get super pregnant and full of the cons babies, plus it stops star/scream's attempts to usurp Megs due to seeker coding

might expand on this more later

#mechpreg #valveplug #pregnancy mention #pregnancy tw #mpreg #rat/chet #meg/atron #sound/wave #star/scream

[withoutalice]

writing prompt- you cool with Tex x aid? Theme: playful cantor over a shared meal? If not, it’s cool. Alt pairing if preferred- same theme, ratchet and first aid?

Ough i'm sorry idk Tex's characterization very well so I did Ratchet x First Aid ;-;

Words: ~600

Warnings: Not much! Some descriptions of eating and full bellies at most. Just some medics having a good large comforting meal. Overall funny and introspective...

[ It’d been a long shift in the medical ward, leaving the CMO and CMO-in-training ravenous. Even though they both enjoyed cooking over eating out personally, the medics were too exhausted to make dinner themselves... ]

“What are you thinking to eat tonight?” Rat/chet asked. Fir/st Ai/d shrugged and flopped onto the couch.

“Feeling like…comfort food…maybe savory?”

“Hmm, how about pasta?” Rat/chet pointed out. Fir/st Ai/d mumbled an affirmative into cushions. After placing the order, Rat/chet got to cleaning off their dining table; he didn't bother to clean off all the dishes though.

"Well, Ai/d, don't fall asleep before you eat! I can't have you getting run down now..."

Fir/st Ai/d pushed himself into a sitting position and accepted the bubbly energon Rat/chet offered. Being a medic wasn't for anyone, and Fir/st Ai/d realized how resilient one must be to be the C/MO. Rat/chet didn't show much of an air of exhaustion, even though Ai/d knew he'd been working more this week than him by a bit.

They rested in silence, until their takeaways arrived! Fir/st Ai/d quickly unpacked the bags, Rat/chet watching him amusedly...

"The food is delicious, isn't it?"

Fir/st Ai/d looked up in surprise. He had been so focused! "Yeah, it feels like we haven't had a proper meal in ages..."

The C/MO shrugged. "It's nice to not be cooking for once, though."

"Mhm...though, it is always good when you do cook!"

"That's very kind of you to say..." Rat/chet hummed as he pulled his order in front of him. It smelled divine.

The pasta is deliciously al dente when they eat it, topped with a variety of sauces and toppings. Rat/chet got a heaping helping of pesto pasta. He sprinkles parmesan cheese eagerly on it, while Fir/st Ai/d breaks open his takeaway container of creamy alfredo with veggies mixed in.

As they eat, the two medics are relaxed and enjoying their meal, keeping up conversation as they do so.

Rat/chet takes a large bite, holding his servo in front of his mouth while he asks: "And how are your patients doing tonight?"

Fir/st Ai/d shrugs again. "Stubborn about taking their meds, but otherwise, they seem to be doing well."

"That's good to hear..."

They scarf down more pasta in content silence for a moment; before Ai/d speaks up again.

"I heard from some of the other medics that you've been more patients than usual lately. How are you holding up?"

Rat/chet twirls his fork around. "Not too bad, honestly. It's been a bit hectic, as our team has grown, but I'm holding up fine...."

Ai/d finishes his dish, wiping his face into the crook of his arm. "But don't you think you should take it a bit easier?"

Rat/chet tilts his helm back and scoops the rest of his meal into his mouth, setting the container aside. "Ah, probably. But someone has to do it, right?"

"Yeah, I get that. But I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself too, you know?" Fir/st Ai/d blurts out the last part awkwardly, hoping the C/MO doesn't laugh at him.

Rat/chet just smiles warmly and gets up to clean up, bloated tummy brushing Ai/d's side when he leans over to collect the dishes. Ai/d hums approvingly.

"I can't believe i finally feel full...when's the last time we ate something other than rations in between shifts?"

He hears Rat/chet laugh from the connected kitchen.

"Oh, who knows, but it sure was delicious. Might have been a bit too much for me even-"

Fir/st Ai/d ends up moving back to the couch, holding his own full belly. He sighs happily.

"No wonder they call it comfort food..."

#im sorry but i think instead of “cantor” you meant banter? that's what my brain autocorrected to so if i'm misunderstanding lemme know #english is not my first language ;-; #rat/chet #fir/st ai/d #chubformers #alice writes #drabble #siberat #omg i'm sorry this took forever ;-; #my english wasn't englishing for a bit there-

[void-draws]

May i ask a prompt about ratchet taking care of the reader after they did something incredibly dangerous and stupid?

You are sitting in Ratchet's palm, while the giant robot is giving you a long talk about your own stupidity.

Not only had you ignored a direct order from Optimus, went on a mission alone, but you also had gotten yourself caught by a decepticon! The decepticon Starscream, to be exact. The autobots had a rough time getting you out of the decepticon's grasp.

Now, you can only listen to Ratchet reprimand you the whole time, while he examines you for any injuries. Luckily, you aren't hurt, just exhausted.

But Ratchet doesn't want to take any chances and instead lifts you over his open jaws, before lowering you inside. You see a slight glow coming from inside his maw, the warmth radiating from inside.

You feel his soft tongue below you, as it carefully eases you down Ratchet's throat. The squishy walls of his throat hugging your body tightly as they work you down and into the bot's tank. You doze off for a little, but immeadiatly wake up when you land inside Ratchet's tank with a loud splash. You quickly sit up, caughing a little.

You sit inside the mix of energon and healing liquid. You sigh contently against the squishy tank walls, your body relaxing. Your eyelids start to droop once again, as the exhaustion sets in once again. You fall back asleep, knowing that the big bot may be grumpy a lot of the time, but cares about you to the point where he allows you to rest deep inside his core.

#Sorry this one isn't as long or as good as the other ones #i hope you still like it #safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #transformers vore #t//fa vore #willing prey #T//fa Rat//chet #This is after the story with starscream #healing vore

[im-just-a-little-freak]

if ratchet got his hands on a shrinking gun he’d make Optimus human sized and eat him.

overworked husbands deserve sleep

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #tw vore #g/t vore #non fatal vore #optimus//prime #Rat//chet

[deceptichubs]

Thinking about postwar KO and Rat/chet working more closely together than they'd like.

KO has plenty of opportunity to needle Rat/chet about his hefty frame...

...and plenty of opportunity to encourage him to eat.

#chubformers #what the hell is my rat/chet tag

[chunkytron]

How would the bots react to the very chubby warlord or very chubby assistant of sum/dacs?

I think they’d be shocked and confused.

Learning Sum/dac had new assistant is one thing, but that assistant being MEGA/TRON is another one.

They’re confused as to why they’ve never heard of his “assistant” before. They’re also confused as to why his assistant always looks likes he’s about to burst out of his clothes and showing off his curves. They don’t pay him any mind tho, they accept him as just yet another human they have to take care of.

But if they know/learn it’s Mega/tron than boy do they come up with different ways to contain his holo/form. Megs is more busy trying to eat than fighting at the moment. When he gets his body all fixed up, things will be different. Or not. The bots don’t even know how Mega/tron managed to get this big and why he still stays at Sum/dac tower.

Bumble/bee definitely makes fat jokes about Megs.

#chubformers #chubby warlord #thanks for the ask^^! #Rat/chet def calls him a fat bitch lol #Bee makes fat jokes about him because ofc he does

[jrueships]

quick hand hold before the game <3

#tw chet lol #SORRY I DIDNT CROP HIM OUT THIS PICTURE WAS CUTE #a mom telling off the other kids at the waterpark for pushing her ugly son #'dont listen to them baby one day theyll be your janitors' #jdub is so girlfriend and for what!!!! #intimidating hottopic goth girl employees who would give kids a free lollipop #hes so gender #he looks so small in photos but when you see him play it's terrifying!! #likes hes a 7ft 2k mod or smthin! #he should NOT be that tall but he IS #it looks like hes wearing a pencil skirt lol #his uneven socks #i love gay ppl #ALSO SPEAKING OF GAY PPL PPL HAVE BEEN LIKING MY STUFF THEN QUICKLY UNLIKING SO I WONT SEE IT #LIKE URE EMBARRASSED TO BE SEEN BY ME #good 😈. #stay on your toes. rats. #NO BUT I DONT BITE FR U DONT HAVE TO HIDE FROM ME 😭😭 #jwilli #anyways 🙄

[gayfandomnerd225]

There’s something deep inside of me that so badly wants to make a Dead Poets Society show. It would still take place in 1959, that wouldn’t change. The main changes would be the Knox/Chris thing. Mainly him sexually assaulting her (if you’ve read the book, you know), it could be changed to him getting drunk and talking about wanting to date Chris, and then Chet overhears, and things continue like the original. Charlie wouldn’t have the Nuwanda thing, I know some people like it but like, it’s racist, and there are other ways to show him rejecting society than the way he did. It would also put more emphasis on the struggle that Neil had, and maybe possibly make Anderperry canon, or deeply hinted at (I wouldn’t wanna push anything cuz it’s still 1959). Todd wouldn’t be directly stated to be autistic because the medical community didn’t really believe autism was a thing then, but it would also be deeply hinted at.

There could also be episodes dedicated to each individual member of the Dead Poets. I feel Meeks and Pitts are underrated and we don’t know much about them. It would be cool to have episodes dedicated to them all, learn more about their internal struggles (if they have any) and their family situations, maybe meet Todd’s brother, stuff like that. I also think it would be interesting to learn more about Cameron, possibly even why he ratted out on Keating.

This is just an idea that’s deep inside my head and won’t leave. Too bad I’m an 18 year old with no experience in television and can’t do anything about this idea. But now it’s out in the world, so that’s something

#dead poets fandom #dead poets headcanons #dead poets society #dps #dps headcanons #dps boys #dps fandom #todd and neil #neil perry #autistic todd anderson #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron

[siberat]

I saw a while back you did some art of pregnant chubby drift and honestly I'd love to hear whatever headcanons or short stories you got on it tbh, we need more pregnant chubby drift in life

( added the art pic as well)

Due to his current state, the living room was the most used room nowadays. Expecting their first batch of spark/lings in the next few weeks, Dr/ift spent most of his time lying in the berth or cozied up on the sofa watching podcasts. The heft of carrying three spark/lings weighed him down.

Literally.

As his servos rubbed over his swollen- and sometimes moving- belly, he recalled the time he discovered their carrying. All the classic signs were there: morning sickness, mood changes, excessive tiredness, and, oh boy, the food cravings!

While Dr/ift considered him to have a broad palette, the treats he suddenly desired were out in left field. His normal foods were healthy, nutritious, and tasty. Now, his belly had an insatiable desire for sweets, briny foods such as pickles, and cakes.

The start was simple at first- the medic's snacks would be stolen from cupboards, or extra sugar cubes would be placed in the hot energon beverage in the morning. But as the days passed, the yearning for junk food seemed limitless! He’d reach in to steal another packaged cake to find he had long consumed them all. After supper, he would take seconds on those desserts Rat/chet was fond of. Ice cream was usually devoured with crumbled-up cookies and chocolate. And who can resist chocolates, peanut butter, and rich and creamy puddings?

This binge-snacking soon caught up with him: he sported a belly bulge. Yes, he was mortified at first, trying to hide his weight gain from his lover. His once sleek and tight frame now dropped and sagged. How could anyone find this blobby mess appealing? The swords/mech spent hours in front of the mirror grimacing as he pinched at the squishy, newly formed rolls. He nearly screamed in horror when he checked out his now wider aft in the mirror.

 And when the CMO discovered that starter belly, Dr/ift, being very cranky, nearly bit his head off, whaling in shame and defensive anger. And then he locked himself in the berthroom and cried, feeling guilty for becoming so irate with his lover. That was the longest night ever. Of course, Rat/chet attempted to soothe his distraught lover through the closed door, but it was useless.

However, the next day, the thought hit him like a ton of bricks. Was he carrying? Dr/ift nearly squealed with joy after picking up a test and testing himself! And you can imagine the excitement to be had upon his con/jux returning home. Both were delighted and celebrated.

With cakes, ice cream, and pickles, of course.

The evenings now consisted of pampering sessions. That belly swell was cherished, treated almost as if it were another living entity as Rat/chet stroked, caressed, and baby-talked it at any chance. Dr/ift briefly got jealous. Just kidding! He loved how Rat/chet cooed over his baby bump, smiling whenever gazing upon its swelled mass. Slag, when snuggling, the medic made out with the belly almost as much as he did with Dr/ift.

Anything Dr/ift could ever desire, Rat/chet provided. If there was a midnight craving and Dr/ift attempted to wobble his larger frame to the kitchen, Rat/chet would bark for him to lay back down as he got up to fix the desired dish. Even better was how the medic insisted on spoon-feeding him the treat, then rubbed his belly, whispering adoring words of encouragement as they drifted back into recharge.

Let’s face it: Rat/chet comes across as a crotchety old fart at times, right? However, he was such a doting creator. Whenever ankles would be swollen, he was there to rub them. Needed creams rubbed on his stretching and therefore itching protomesh? Rat/chet would eagerly rub some on. Later on, when Dr/ift really got huge, Rat/chet would help him shower, washing all the areas the swords/mech had trouble reaching on his own. Yeah, servo’s wondered, but use your imagination for that.

All the while, the doctor would continuously tell Dr/ift how much he was loved. If there were any doubts of still being attracted to such a large, bloated frame, Rat/chet reassured how hot the T/IC still looked. The frame of an expecting mech was a glorious sight to behold- just knowing his spark/lings were healthily growing filled his spark with pride and joy. He’d also show this admiration with all the kisses, cuddles, and caresses. Slag, one evening was spent with the medic kissing every part of the carrying mech’s frame.

The spark/ling room was all decorated and prepared for the arrival of their little ones. Pictures of cute cyberducks hung on the walls, three cribs with an excellent wood stain lined the back wall, and a study rocking chair rested in the corner of the room. Whatever the carrier would want, the other provided. Many nights, while Dr/ift was still relatively mobile, the pair would just gaze upon the nursery. Rat/chet held Dr/ift in his arms, kissing at neck cables as hands lovingly roamed over that big ol’ belly. Rat/chet would smile, proclaim his love to his con/jux, and tell him how much joy the swords/mech brought him.

Rat/chet always wanted to be a father

…. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for the prompt!

#chubformers #siberatart #Siberat prompts #mpreg #mechpreg

[singlecrow]

Yuletide this year! Firstly this:

In the Consul's Court of Archon's Glory // Applicant No. #001 (on the instigation of the Temple of the White Rat) (5971 words) by raven Fandom: The Saint of Steel - T. Kingfisher Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Zale (The Saint of Steel), Bishop Beartongue (The Saint of Steel), Galen (The Saint of Steel), Wren (The Saint of Steel) Additional Tags: Slice of Life, the Temple of the White Rat, no spoilers for Paladin's Faith, Yuletide Treat

Administrative public law concerns the proper relations between government and governed; or, to put it another way, Zale and Bishop Beartongue have had it with this shit.

This is a treat for @naomitess, and I’m pretty sure a bunch of people guessed it was me just from the summary. Anyway it was a delight to do! and an interesting process in its way. I loved the idea of Bishop Beartongue inventing judicial review but it struck me right away that it couldn’t be American judicial review. It’s not fancy, like American judicial review is - none of this testing of lower court holdings and whatnot in high-profile whatevers. What she’s invented is ordinary administrative judicial review: the idea that any action taken by a public authority must be rational, legal and procedurally correct. Which is, I think, an interesting thought in the context of the White Rat. Because, you know, large-scale generation-defining constitutional law is fine. (It’s ok i guess. fine.) But my training and everyone’s training is one-man-and-a-dog JRs. I had probably done hundreds of them before I did the big stuff you’ve heard of. So none of this means that Bishop Beartongue and Zale can’t topple the Archon, it’s only that if they do, it begins with one person, some phallic mishaps and a horrendous stone gargoyle, and a whole bunch of other apparently inconsequential things. So that was great fun, and it turns out Beartongue is still my favourite. I wish someone would write me 50k of her just doing her thing.

The other story is my assigned story and the one that got wildly out of hand. It’s for a piece at McSweeney’s called We Are a Picturesque Small Town And We Refuse to Be The Setting For Your Romantic Comedy. That piece is delightful and hilarious! It’s 500w! And somehow I ended up writing a 9000-word romantic comedy that's essentially original f/f SF. If you like my pro work you will probably like it. At least I hope you do, I enjoyed writing it very much.

spirit falling (a ship's proper motion) (8723 words) by raven Fandom: We Are A Picturesque Small Town And We Refuse To Be The Setting For Your RomCom - Rachel McKenny Characters: Original Characters, Medical Practitioner (Picturesque Small Town), Chet Anderson (Picturesque Small Town) Additional Tags: Romance, Alien Cultural Differences, Telepathy, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Space, Romantic Comedy

While the aliens are on board, there will be no romance on the good ship Spirit Falling.

None.

Zero.

(Everything is fine.)

#yuletide #saint of steel

[starscoffeecreamer]

Rodimus letting Minimus drink from his breasts.

He let him do so as Ultra Magnus and the mech now being Minimus is no different. Roddy is a carrying type mech and his frame no matter becoming prime is still meant for emerging new sparks into the world.

It’s another thing he hates about himself. No one but a servo full of bots know and Ultra Magnus being one of them was an accident. The mech walked in on him with his chest plates off, breasts out, engorged and sore because he was about to go into heat.

Roddy didn’t know what to expect but Ultra Magnus shutting the door and getting on his knees blushing asking for some and to help was not what he expected.

Ever since they’ve had secret meetings where Magnus now Minimus drinks from his breasts when they become too full and the load bearer drains him of all substance.

Only problem is Drift and Ratchet keep trying to court Roddy who dodges their attempts because he doesn’t want to get his spark broken and he doesn’t know how to tell them his status or the arrangement he and Minimus has that neither want to end.

oughhhhh yesss Mini/mus helping Rodi/mus with his heavy achy boobs, draining them to help with his back (mini/mus has a lactation kink, 100% scientifically proven I googled it)

dri/ft and rat/chet trying to court him during all this? icing on the cake, imagine they find out and are just like "that's cool we'll still take you as our bf" and Roddy's just shocked at how much mental turmoil he was in just for them to be fine with it

then they alllll get to help with his achy, leaky tiddies as they fuck his holes into oblivion

#valveplug #titformers #t&t answers anons #silly rodi #rodi/mus #rat/chet #dri/ft #mini/mus am/bus #lactating kink

[withoutalice]

Yeah okay so basically, rat/chet is retired, dr/ift and ro/ddy see that rat/chet has been baking a bit in retirement and rat/chet ends up using them as his taste testers and as a result it spirals into the two of em gaining or eating more of rat/chet's baking to gain favour in a way from rat/chet

That's the au summarised haha

oh??? 😳

I just know Ratchet's a good baker...lookit those medic hands, he could make the fluffiest breads :3

#i'm not the ceo of drat/chet or dratc/hrod but i know someone who is... #sorry if my response is dry omggg #chubformers #rat/chet #dri/ft #rodi/mus #asks

[thestupidhelmet]

For the Jukebox Ask Game: F4, please! :D

F 4: Fever, Hyde

A Headcanon:

Hyde hates getting sick. His mother took him to the pediatrician when he was a baby and a little older. But once he hit the age of four, she told Bud to take care of him. Bud called his brother, Chet, to take Hyde to the doctor -- which Chet always did until Bud abandoned the family.

When sober, Edna told Hyde to "suck it up" whenever he got a fever. Hyde took his mom's "hangover" aspirin. But if he was really sick, he'd fight through the fatigue and pain to get to the Formans' house.

Kitty, a nurse and loving mother, made sure Hyde got the proper care -- going an extra three miles when Edna was drunk. Hyde stayed with the Formans, sometimes a week or two (if he got the flu), until he was better.

In middle school (or junior high), Hyde began to try to conceal when he was sick. Eric and Donna saw through it, though, and ratted him out to Mrs. Forman.

During Hyde's freshman year of high school, Kitty confronted Edna at lunch in the cafeteria about Hyde's bout of strep throat. It did not go well, and Kitty reported Edna to children's services.

Unfortunately, Edna had been reported several times and had an in with a corrupt social worker (she slept with him). So home visits resulted in nothing.

Once Hyde moved in with the Formans, his medical needs were always taken care of, despite that he continued to try to hide them. "A mother knows," Mrs. Forman told him when he became flustered. "Especially one with a nursing degree."

Jackie, as his girlfriend, soon learned the signs of Hyde's fever. Mostly, he told her he wasn't in the mood to make out -- which was completely out of the ordinary. He didn't want to risk her getting sick.

To get him to admit the truth, she offered to cuddle with him on the basement sofa while he watched Three's Company and wouldn't judge him for gawking at Chrissy's jiggling jugs.

"Jiggling jugs?" Hyde said in his room.

"I learned about alliteration in English class this week. Anyway, let's go!"

"I'm gonna stay in bed."

Jackie sat on his cot. "I'll stay with you."

Hyde groaned. "I just wanna be left alone, okay?"

"Because ... ?"

"Do I gotta have a reason?"

"Steven -- " Jackie touched his shoulder -- "your girlfriend is offering to stay in your bed."

"Fine. My temp's a little high. That's all "

Jackie felt his forehead. "How high?"

"Hundred."

"Oh, God, you're sick!" She gasped. "Three months ago, when you refused to make out with me for four days -- you were sick, then, too! What's wrong with you?"

He shrugged and rolled onto his side. "I'm sick."

Jukebox Ask Game

#that 70s show #that '70s show #jackie x hyde #steven hyde #jackie burkhart #Jukebox Ask Game #ask #70s-show-diary #ficlet

[daniarts19]

The Total Drama Characters if they are animals.

I’m doing a update to my animal au list, just for things

Hosts:

Chris McLean- Weasel

Chef Hatchet - Alligator

Blaineley - Fennec Fox

Josh - Labrador retriever

Don - Golden Eagle

Island/Action/World Tour Contestants:

Ezekiel: Opossum

Eva: Honey Badger

Noah: Aardwolf

Justin: Peacock

Katie: Meerkat

Tyler: Border Collie

Izzy: Red Panda

Cody: Mouse

Beth: Quinea Pig

Sadie: Chinchilla

Courtney: Jackal

Harold: Canadian Goose

Trent: Silver Fox

Bridgette: River Otter

Lindsay: English Cocker Spaniel

DJ: Deer

Geoff: Sea Lion

Leshawna: Brazilian Toucan

Duncan: Grey Wolf

Heather: Snow Leopard

Gwen: Corsac Fox

Owen: Panda

Sierra: Striped Skunk

Alehandro: Jaguar

Revenge Of The Island Contestants

Staci: Parrot

B: Elephant

Dawn: Owl

Sam: Sloth Bear

Brick: German Shepherd

Anne-Maria: Black Panther

Dakota: Flamingo

Mike: Mash Deer

Jo: Spotted Hyena

Scott: Red Fox

Zoey: Gazelle

Lightning: Zebra

Cameron: Rabbit

Pahktiew Island Contestants

Beardo: Bison

Leonard: Pangolin

Amy: Saluki

Samey: Saluki

Rodney: Moose

Ella: Squirrel

Topher: Black Footed Ferret

Dave: Abyssinian Cat

Scarlett: Rat

Max: Mole

Jasmine: Kangaroo

Sugar: Pig

Shawn: Amardillo

Sky: Cheetah

The Ridonculous Race contestants

Tammy - Tapir

Gerry - Cobra

Pete - Rattlesnake

Ellody: Mongoose

Mary: Beaver

Laurie: Alpaca

Miles: Goat

Jen: Ring Necked Parakeet

Tom: Hyacinth Macaw

Kelly: Mink

Taylor: Mink

Mickey: Chipmunk

Jay: Chipmunk

Lorenzo: Tazmanian Devil

Chet: Warthog

Rock: Striped Hyena

Spud: Sloth

Dwayne: Lion

Junior: Lion cub

Crimson: Hawk

Ennui: Vulture

Stephanie: Asian Rhinoceros

Ryan: African Rhinoceros

Carrie: Sheep

Devin: Dhole

Emma: Siamese cat

Kitty: Siamese cat

Jacques: Husky

Josee: Lyxn

Brody: Harbor Seal

Sanders: Doberman Pincher

MacArthur: Pitbull

Total Drama Island (2023) contestants

Caleb: Horse

Axel: Wolverine

Nichelle: Tiger

“Scary Girl” Lauren: Fruit Bat

Damien: Bat eared Fox

MK: Raccoon

Wayne: Reindeer

Raj: Emperor Penguin

Ripper: Spotted Skunk

Zee: Girafe

Chase: Coyote

Emma: Tabby Cat

Julia: Swan

Millie: Hippopotamus

Bowie: Crane

Priya: Indian Peafowl/Peahen

I just hope I do some fanart for their designs and maybe redraws too.

#total drama #total drama island #total drama revenge of the island #total drama pahkitew island #the ridonculous race #total drama reboot #total drama island 2023 #headcanon #animals #animal AU #my ideas #writing #my writing

[deceptichubs]

Thinking about a postwar Rat/chet slowly settling back into a world where fuel is once again easily available. The demands on him are more intellectual than physical, and most days he barely moves from his workstation...

Doesn't take long for him to grow a big, hanging paunch and a thick double chin. His bustling waddle shakes his whole body.

He's prickly about his weight--he's never quite adjusted to the notion that the war's over, that he can relax--but he's in no hurry to shift it.

#chubformers

[chunkytron]

Mega/tron getting fatter due to colder temperatures, winter weight.

He is large and warm, the perfect heater.

#chubformers #chubby warlord #Tbh this also works for Break/down and Shock/wave #probably Rat/chet too #ct-zero speaks tag☆