#tarminator

[simplyrali]

Mackenzie Davis attending the "Terminator: Dark Fate" premiere at Hilton Bayfront during 2019 Comic-Con International on July 18, 2019 in San Diego, California.

[ksclaw]

Inktober day 31 - Fanart of fanfic

Last fanart of fanfic, from a short cracky drabble by @emeraldembers

I don’t know, I just picked the first thing that caught my eye from your Three-Sentence-Fics and it ended up being this one XD; I think my brain needed a break from the dark stuff.

[bowlingforgerbils]

I am in the mood for some silliness, so the askmeme about "who does / who is" for NDU Tarminator and NDU Purradox, whichever questions you think fit their dynamic.

who hogs the duvet

Tarminator snuffles under the covers and rolls himself into them. Purradox then sleeps on top of the entire lump.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Tarminator barks in Purradox’s face when she’s been gone too long. BARK BARK WHERE YOU BEEN?! He earns a swipe across the nose for his troubles.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Purradox’s gifts – small dead animals – are rather traditional, whereas Tarminator brings his master all sorts of stuff! Socks, dustbunnies, toys – all slobbery and half-chewed, of course.

who gets up first in the morning

Tarminator

who suggests new things in bed

Umm….

who cries at movies

Tarminator will bark if a dog in a movie barks.

who gives unprompted massages

Purradox

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Nope, no fussing, the pets get quarantined if they are sick.

who gets jealous easiest

They’re about the same. If Pitchiner is petting Purradox, Tarminator runs right over like ME ME PET ME!!! If Tarminator is getting more attention, Purradox sulks in a corner.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

…

who collects something unusual

Purradox has a collection of toy mice under the fridge. 

who takes the longest to get ready

Purradox

who is the most tidy and organised

Tarminator, because he is a good boy and puts away his toys.

who gets most excited about the holidays

Tarminator has NO IDEA what is going on, but loves all the activity on any major holiday. Purradox also has no idea what’s going on, but she doesn’t care.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Purradox is the big slinky bendy spoon that wraps around Tarminator.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Tarminator gets into playing way more than Purradox, he’ll keep chasing her or her tail long after she’s done playing.

who starts the most arguments

Purradox, with a bop on the nose.

who suggests that they buy a pet

LOL

what couple traditions they have

…snuggling together?

what tv shows they watch together

Tarminator does not “see” things on tv, although Purradox will sometimes try to catch something on the screen. (And gets yelled at for her troubles.) So they both stay away from the tv.

what other couple they hang out with

Pitch and Pitchiner. HA. 

how they spend time together as a couple

snuggling, play fighting, fighting for real, hanging out on the couch

who made the first move

Tarminator was the first to make overtures of friendship. Purradox finally warmed up to him.

who brings flowers home

Well, Tarminator digs UP more flowers…

who is the best cook

Animals without opposable thumbs are not allowed to use the kitchen.

[ksclaw]

For the fashion art prompt: NDU Tarminator in F2 with D2 as the accessory; and for NDU Purradox, G3 with the C# accessory. Thanks!

didn’t realize until too late I’d forgotten Purradox’ accessory ;^^ sorry about that

From the fashion meme

[ksclaw]

Commission done for @mira-eyeteeth <3 She asked for an NDU cuddlepile. Pitchiner probably just decided to drag everyone into said pile, with Jack and Pitch being pulled in first, and Piki and Proto just following suit on their own.

[sataanlovxr]

"Talvéz el futuro está escrito, no lo sé."

[alphaplus052things]

#Repost @katamuffin (@get_repost) ・・・ 今週の土曜日は大阪レゲエの聖地‼️ 築港でダイスマン先輩もとい池田先輩と地元熊取町のパイセン、チョコボール向井先輩率いるターミネーターのdanceでLIVEかますんでみんな遊びに来たってやぁ〜💪💪💪💪💪 #築港 #tarminator #arm_strong

[plush-anon]

NDU Ficlet: Furry Fashion

A stray story idea that caught me while I was cleaning out some files led to this. I hope it entertains.

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Pitchiner opened the door to the apartment filled with the sound of Proto humming a distant, eerie cousin to "Teddy Bear's Picnic" and Tarminator's whimpering.

Oh God.

"PROTO!"

"Hmm, just a minute LoveMuffin, Daddy's almost - *snip* - ah, finished."

"Where are you and what the fuck are you doing to my dog? And don't call me 'LoveMuffin', eulgh."

"I'm in my room, sweetums, come and find us."

Pitchiner violently crushed, beat down, and suffocated the zing of pure terror that shot through him at what Proto could be doing that involved his poor little Tar, before he vaulted over the couch and into Proto's Lair (he couldn't call it a room, a room was for sane, normal people).

Proto turned towards him with wide eyes and a wider smile. While that was disturbing enough, at least he was wearing clothes that covered everything this time. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"What do you think of my latest creation?"

"What latest - look, where the fuck is my dog, you psychotic-"

"He's in it, beefcake." Spindly fingers squeezed their prize and held it up for display, neon yellow nails digging into soft, wriggly flesh. "And I'm not a psychopath. My connections to reality are quite strong, thank you."

"Yeah, well that's questionable some... days..." Pitchiner trailed off and stared in abject horror at his dog, stuffed into a weird sweater-ish thing made up of pastel pink and a shade of green that could only be described as 'vomit', frilly pom-poms exploding around his head like weeds. "What... what is that?"

"Oh, isn't it lush? I call it 'Floridian Spring'. I'm thinking of making it a go-to item in my Zibbet shop."

"What the FUCK is that? And why is it on my dog?"

"I just said what it is. Goodness, weren't you listening? I think you need to get your ears checked. I'd be happy to do it for you if you'd like, though it will cost you - "

Pitchiner shrieked as he smacked the questing fingers away from his face. He danced away, before dancing back to tug his dog out of Proto's arms. "You, just stay away from my ears, and keep the hell away from my dog."

"Oh, poo, but he's such a good model, and your ears taste ever so nice."

The larger man shuddered, whimpered, and decided not to ask. His dreams were bad enough as it was. "I don't care what you think, you don't get to dress my dog up like something Godzilla spewed after a rave. Only I get to dress up my dog, and I don't wanna. It's gonna take forever to cut this off anyways. What the hell do you make this shit out of, pigskin?"

"Hmph. It's a poly-blend fabric, you uncultured lugnut." Proto plucked Tarminator back into his arms, ignoring Pitchiner's protests as he worked on detangling the dear. "And there's no need to destroy a perfectly good outfit just because you don't like it. Honestly, I don't know how my cousin puts up with you some days."

"You know how, you hide under our bed often enough. Lucky for you you weren't there when we broke one of 'em."

"Mm, yes. Lucky." Proto neatly pulled the clothing... thing from the squirming mass of pug, and handed him back. "Well, there he is. But if you won't let me dress him, you better start. We can't just let these poor creatures run amok naked, can we?"

Pitchiner sputtered. "They're dogs! They're supposed to be nak- they're dogs!"

"Be that as it may, we have a duty to these creatures to keep them socially acceptable, and you just aren't doing your part, Cossimo. Fortunately for you I'm willing to pick up the slack. Now, if you were willing to do something about this pressing social faux pas you continue to foist upon poor little Tarminator, I might desist. I'll still offer up advice on what would look best, of course - but I would move on and find another model. Just a piece of advice, of course, you don't have to take it. Now, unless you want to stay and join me in a bit of Soviet Plyometric Flexibility exercises, divest yourself of clothing and get into position. I'll help you fold your nude limbs for the first six - "

SLAM!

He huffed. "Well, that was rude. It's not even like his little darling is that good of a model. Squirms too much. Not like you, Mr. Pickles," he cooed, tickling the taxidermied chin. "Now, where's my tape...?"

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Pitch came home that night to a stern Pitchiner watching some repetitive action drama show on TV. Well, at least he thought so - the oaf seemed to switch between staring at the TV and giving Proto's door a death glare. The jingle of dog tags heralded the coming of drool-spattered shoes.

"I'm home," he called, pushing the door shut with his hip. "I brought leftover pizza from the rehearsal, it should still be warm if you want - some." He stared at the little mutt that was bouncing at his feet. "Um, Pitchiner?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Tar wearing an NDU hoodie?"

"Yeah."

"How and why?"

"They sell 'em at the campus bookstore."

"Okay..." he trailed off, looking at the little stinksack hopping around his legs. He set the pizza down at the counter. "That still doesn't explain the why, though."

"I won't let my dog look like a swamp monster toilet."

"What? Pitchiner, what on earth are you -"

"And the sweater is loose so that if he wants to shrug it off he can!" He yelled at Proto's room. "I won't force my dog to wear clothes. If he wants to be a nudist, then he can be a nudist! This is America, if he wants to be naked he can be!"

"And because this is America, I can cover up that which offends me in whatever manner I so choose." Proto's voice floated through the wall.

"Shut up you - you communist creep and stop messing with my dog!"

"Come in here and make me, stud."

Pitchiner choked in rage - or was that a sob? Pitch couldn't quite tell - and turned to Pitch. "Gimme a box."

"Excuse me? I'm not your - 

"Fuck, nevermind." He got up and grabbed a box before storming back to his room and slamming the door, making the floor tremble.

Proto stuck his head out of his room, a string of beads dangling from his neck. "Shame you can't slam into me like that, honeydew. It'd be better for the integrity of the apartment foundation." A strangled battlecry answered him, and he descended back into his domain, chuckling.

Pitch was left standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding two pizza boxes and wondering what the fuck happened while he was gone. He sighed, scooped up Tarminator and went hunting for the remote.

If he was going to be left in the dark like this, at least he'd be watching something that wasn't absolute trash.