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thomothysdoodles · 18 days
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May I also get a Litol Google? Just a small lad…
teheheh i’m so funney
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rustychips · 2 years
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Heyy, could you possibly do some of those cursed images with the Googles? (Bing, if you wanna add him somewhere, too) I love this cursed images series so much sdjv
CHOO chOO CURSED IMAGE EXPRESS
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lostcybertronian · 4 months
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For requests!!! “There’s always tomorrow” with DrIplierst please? <3
Post-Author Pre-Host ANGST
Trigger warnings for graphic depictions of blood and some gore.
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Prompt: “There’s always tomorrow.”
There were no windows and only one clock in the clinic– in his office, where he couldn’t see it– but Dr. Iplier had the distinct impression it was late at night. He was, of course, right, but he wouldn’t find that out for a while yet. In the meantime, he busied himself with cleaning up the globs of blood-pus-soaked gauze, dumping his instruments into a tin of isopropyl alcohol on his way to the biohazard bin. He talked in a futile attempt to break the oppressive silence. 
The Author did not talk back, like he might have a week ago. He slumped on his side in the hospital bed so his wounds might drain, empty eye sockets oozing blood and yellow-ish pus. He was deathly pale and had lost weight, but Dr. Iplier had gone to great lengths to keep him clean and well-hydrated; his hair thinned but it shone, brushed painstakingly back from his forehead. 
He returned to the Author’s bedside and checked his pulse, then took his blood pressure, though little had changed since the last time, then sank into the chair at the bedside, his knees screaming with relief. The doors slid open and Google Blue appeared, his face set in its constant calm impassivity. “Has the Author regained consciousness?” He asked brusquely, without offering any form of greeting or forewarning.
Dr. Iplier didn’t bother standing up. He massaged his forehead with one hand and avoided Blue’s neon eye. “Not that I know of.”
“Can you even tell?” Something like derision flickered across the android’s face.
A shrug. “He doesn’t have eyes to open. Whatever did this to him made sure of that. And his heart rate is the same as it was an hour ago.” Dr. Iplier sighed. “But there’s always tomorrow.”
“Inform me when he wakes up. Or if he starts to talk.” Blue left the clinic without another word.
Dr. Iplier sighed again. Then he took the Author’s limp, clammy hand in both of his and squeezed it tight.
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meo618 · 2 years
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Can you do googleplier? Maybe with blood please?
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Unidentified person detected. Do you feel lucky?
I feel like I should mention that this took about one and a half hours. I am currently wondering which art god has possessed me because I've drawn so much today, holy fuck.
ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!
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ashesofangst · 2 years
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I’msorry-
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Google and blue ringed octopus please,,,?
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Smug looking bastard. Deadly and poisonous honestly a perfect fit
ko-fi
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weirdandroids · 2 years
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Have some Google from the main account, as an apology for effectively abandoning this ask blog ; ;
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lionfloss · 1 year
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earth views
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garfield-milk · 8 months
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he’s such a fangirl. he definitely has a few scrolls of adventures (and fanfiction) of the Blue Spirit and reads them every night while giggling and kicking his feet in the air.
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peathepirate · 1 month
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
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squash1 · 4 months
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it’s always blah blah blah why are you Still so obsessed with the raven cycle blah blah blah it’s been 5 years give it up already blah blah blah seriously it’s embarrassing
like okay????
imagine reading the raven cycle, a literary masterpiece, and then simply, moving on. imagine Not making it your Whole Personality. i think there is something wrong with those people.
some of us have annotated all our books to the point of no return. some of us have spreadsheets. some of us are working on thesis length essays about the raven cycle for fun.
get. on. board.
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rvbyaoi · 7 months
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HELLO RVB NATION. here is all of the Complete Seasons downloaded since rooster teeth took it off youtube. thumbs up!!
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lostcybertronian · 6 months
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Hm hm...there is never enough love for these two guys together soooo how about "you wont like the truth" with bingiplier and the host perhaps ?
Egotober - Day 24
Prompt: Fire / "You won't like the truth."
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They sat in a loose group at his feet, hanging on to every word as the most captivating story yet drifted through the warm, book-smelling air, floating like they didn’t hold the weight of the grotesque. 
“The subject stole the Author’s machete, thoroughly ruining the story he’d written. He swung it wildly in the Author’s direction, forcing him to back up, to shout. Then he turned and ran into the woods. The Author searched and searched, picking up his trail like a bloodhound with a scent, but he never did find his subject again.” The Host sat back in his wooden chair, its rickety legs creaking under his weight, and crossed his arms, dipping his chin to his chest. Sitting on the floor next to him was Dr. Iplier, leaning his head against the Host’s leg. He wore a thick, cable-knit sweater, and was clearly half-asleep. Still, he said, “I remember. It took you two weeks to get over that.”
From the back of the group, Google Red piped up, “I’m detecting a falsehood.”
“The Author rarely lost his subjects.” Green added, and Blue supplemented with, “And you’re arrogant enough to refuse to tell us such stories.”
“What’s the real story?” Bing asked, leaning forward and draping his arms over his folded legs. Bim nodded in assent. “You can’t hold out on us, bro.”
Dr. Iplier sat up a little straighter, suddenly looking more awake. He glanced at the Host; they both knew the Author had caught his subject. He’d then set the subject on fire and left him in the middle of the forest to burn.
The group waited, but the Host only shrugged. “You wouldn’t like the truth.”
Then, before anyone could protest, he launched into another story.
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svnqsn · 9 months
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𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬
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☆. # SHIP — itoshi sae, gn!reader.
☆. # SYNOPSIS — you'd never thought you'd ever sit in the family box in a massive soccer stadium in spain while it's pouring rain, but here you are.
☆. # WARNINGS — none??? sae also calls reader pretty once. fuck off my blog if you think that these adjectives are gendered.
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— you asked sae to teach you a little about the rules of soccer before he takes you to the stadium to see him play
— his answer was “you don't need to know the rules. your only job is to sit there, look pretty f'me and watch me win.”
— (not that this man needs one but) having you in the audience gives him the biggest ego boost ever
— immediately hands you his jacket when you two get out of the car and it's pouring rain—he'll be out on the field getting wet either way, at least one of you should be dry and warm
you two step outside after the driver drops you off at the stadium and it's pouring. the rain is heavy and doesn't look like it'll stop anytime soon, if the big, dark clouds in the sky are anything to go by. and because you're in spain, you're didn't bring a jacket and you're standing there in a t-shirt.
you look up at the sky, when suddenly something warm and heavy is placed around your shoulders. you turn and see sae standing next to you, wrapping you in his jacket.
“here,” he says and pulls the hood over your head.
— he won't have time to walk you to the box off the side of the field that's reserved for family members, but he'll definitely have someone escort you there
— as if itoshi sae's partner would ever have to walk through a sea of people by themselves. that's a no go, especially because soccer games can get a little rowdy
— you're honestly shocked at how massive the stadium is. sure, you've seen it on tv and videos, but seeing it in real life is something else entirely
— once you're seated in the little booth on the side of the field, you pull sae's jacket tighter around your body and hide your face in the collar of it
— you watch as the players jog out, clutch the necklace with his jersey number in your fist and give it a little kiss
his eyes find you easily during the game. he doesn't look at you often during it, but whenever he does, his eyes seem to say “you only need to look at me.”
— honestly, the game goes as both sae and you had already expected: sae's team wins with 5:3 and sae makes the last goal
he definitely looks at you after he scores the final goal. his eyes immediately search for you and he looks over to see if you were watching him. you definitely were. he doesn't do anything, but a smirk lights up his face a little.
he feels so good when he sees you standing there, cheering for him. it's the only form of acknowledgment he really needs. he doesn't care for his teammates that come over to give him a slap on the back and he skill fully avoids a few side hugs, but his eyes stay focused on your face.
— i feel like he isn't the type to run up to you after a won game or anything like that. he wins all the time so he doesn't rlly see it as a special enough occasion to do anything like that?? like. he never expects to lose so,,, yk he doesn't see why he should make a big show out of it.
— but when you're both at home, you tell him how cool he was and how good and sae acts like it isn't a big deal
— goes on to say stuff like “it was obvious that i would win.” but inside his ego grows so much when you say stuff like that
— aka don't do it too much. he already has a big enough head tbh /jk
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bildads-shoes · 3 months
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'ohhh sorry i can't do sunday my schedule's pretty packed'
'oh no worries! what are you up to?'
uhhhhhhhh
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For MerMay. maybe dolphin Google? since both are ones of the smartest things alive
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One smart cookie
Buy me a Ko-fi?
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