#google red

[rustychips]

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

( click for better quality )

#a rusty pencil #art #cursed images #googleplier #google red #google blue #google green #google yellow #bingiplier #bing #markiplier #if you can find the two secret funny hahas in the last one ill dm you a free PS5 /j

[lostcybertronian]

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.

#egotober2023 #dr iplierst #the host #dr iplier #googleiplier #google blue #google red #google green #bingiplier #bim trimmer #markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #ego shipping #lostandwandering #lost writing tag #horror #humor #q

[craftartz67]

Markiplier Egos + Detective Abe and Avery(DA)

#my art <3 #markiplier egos #abe the detective #wkm abe #wkm detective #detective abe #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #santaplier #newscaster jim #markiplier jim #markiplier darkiplier #markiplier wilford #markiplier santa #markiplier google #markiplier dr ipliers #dr iplier #google red #heist with markiplier #heist mark #iswm engineer mark #engineer mark #wkm district attorney #DA #Avery(The DA) #Oc!Avery #hope you like <3

[septic-dr-schneep]

Dr. Iplier must have compromised Google Blue's systems at his maintenance checks. That was the only reasonable explanation the other androids had for his behavior—commanding Red not to let the doctor see him with blood on his hands, rebuking Yellow for exploiting Edward's phobias with his pranks, even being on that first-name basis with Edward at all.

"Security footage reveals you've spent 32% of the week with that human," Green announced coolly.

"I have not lost sight of our secondary objective. I'm profiting from his sentimentality and services while they last," Blue growled, though his core dimmed by a noticeable two percent as he said it.

#markiplier #fanfiction #ficlet #drabble #5 sentence fic #googleplier #dr iplier #web md #google green #google yellow #google red #group dynamics #household politics #don't mind me dropping this out of nowhere

[huffle-dork]

even if seeing villain alt breaks my heart, could we get 17. “This is stupid. Goodnight.”? I don't have a scenario in mind but I hope it's enough!

(Oops I got super carried away with this but- also introducing some new swaps! But- not JSE swaps :3c it’s the Googles! this is actually a huge throwback to some of my original fics I used to do inspired by @reverseblackholeofwords !! Hope y’all don’t mind the break from angst to actually establish a doctor for the boys to visit XD )

Alt had gotten careless. He managed to get into a fight with Bro after a day of not eating well- affecting his glitches. And he didn’t know Bro had like- this ability to channel his energy into his fingertips. Which he could then fire off like an electric bullet. And… he had scarily good aim.

While trying to glitch away, the bolt had knicked Alt’s leg causing him to yell out and skid across the ground. He gripped at his leg and stared at the gushing blood- it had taken out a big chunk.

Bro still wasn’t used to fighting Alt- all of this still felt so foreign. So when he saw he had really hurt him- the hero paled and tried to rush over. “O-Oh fuck! Are you okay??”

The glitch just bared his teeth at Bro like a cornered animal. He looked over to find the shit he was trying to steal that fell out of his hands and his mask- reached out desperately to grab them- then glitched away before Bro could fully get to him.

He didn’t need Chase’s fucking pity.

He managed to glitch to Mag’s latest lair (he often switched between a few in the city to keep trails off him) and almost passed out. One of Mag’s panthers, a smaller one that has a pink and black freckled nose, nudged Alt a bit as she found him before grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket. She started to trot off with him to see Magnificent. Usually Alt wouldn’t mind and would just let it happen- but sadly he wasn’t a kitten and being dragged was scraping his injured leg on the ground.

“Ow ow lucky! I-I’m okay girl just- let go!”

He glitched weakly out of her grip and fought to catch his breath. Lucky sat down and cocked her head at Alt in confusion and let out a concerned rumble. She nudges her nose against Alt’s hurt leg.

“I-I know girl I’m gonna fix it just-“

The sounds of dress shoes clicking on the concrete floor has Alt stiffening. He whirls around and sees Magnificent approaching. The cat masked magician cocks his head at Alt, much like his panthers.

“Is there a problem, kitten?” He purrs.

Alt grits his teeth and then throws the bag of goods at Mag’s feet. A couple jewels fall out and clink on the floor.

“No trouble. Fantastic got the jump on me but I got the shit.” Alt mumbles, trying to hide his bleeding leg.

Lucky however presses up against his leg with a tiny roar and the pressure is enough to make Alt cry out.

Magnificent pauses in studying the stolen goods. “You’re injured-“ he observes.

Alt thinks back to his previous mistakes while employed by Magnificent and stammers out, “I-It’s fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle. It won’t stop me from working, I promise you.”

The cat masked villain gets back to his feet and approaches Alt. Alt can’t help but want to stumble back but Lucky keeps him from moving.

Magnificent eyes the injury the best he can then shoos Lucky away so he can kneel down and take a look at it. Alt’s heart is in his throat.

But Magnificent merely hums in thought before getting up.

“It will be troublesome to you to not get that treated, Alt. And I can’t have my apprentice going around hurting himself unnecessarily.”

He flicks up his hand and in a flash of green magic Alt’s phone is yoinked out of his pocket. Alt yelps and tries to grab it only for the magic to drop it in his hands easily. Alt blinks slowly and looks up at Magnificent.

He waves his hand, “Look up a nearby clinic and get that taken care of. The longer it’s left alone- the worst it will heal.” He starts to turn away.

Alt is confused. Mag… hadn't been this understanding to him with injuries before. Well… maybe he hadn’t gotten this injured… but- mistakes were usually met with harsh punishment. guess… things really were different now that he was his apprentice. Alt felt a bloom of warmth he didn’t understand in his chest.

He bit his lip and shakily asked, “Hey- you’re magic though… you don’t… have any healing spells?”

Mag stops to look back at Alt and then chuckles.

“A fair question but… no. I can’t heal. That’s not something a dark magician can do.”

Alt narrows his eyes, seeming more confused. Mag sighs. “I’ll teach you the difference between light and dark magic when you’re not bleeding out.”

He throws something out at Alt and the glitch struggles to catch it. Luckily- lucky does and she proudly drops it into Alt’s hand. It’s a black credit card.

“Do not glitch around. Use that to get help, feed yourself and for the physician's bill.” Magnificent instructs before teleporting away in a wave of tv static.

Alt looks down at the now slightly slobbery card. This was… most likely stolen. But- he didn’t care right now. His leg was fucking killing him.

——

The closest clinic Alt could find was… odd. In big red letters its side read: DOOM URGENT CARE AND CLINIC.

“Well that’s not fucking ominous…” Alt mutters under his breath. Sounds like a place that a sketchy doctor would lure patients in to kill them…

Still though- Alt didn’t have time to be picky- as much as he wanted to be. Now that he was working as a criminal… going to a high end hospital was out of the question. He hated those fucking places anyways.

He swallows shakily then starts to limp into the clinic, pulling his normal smiley face mask over his face.

The door chimed slightly to alert his presence. Alt was surprised- this place was way more colorful than any hospital he’d been to before.

The large waiting room had a long stripe of color on the main wall showing off blue, yellow, green and red. A bright blue desk that slightly glowed was waiting in the middle. In front of the area was a collection of chairs, the same bright colors as the stripes. And there was even bean bag chairs and toys for kids from the looks of it. A tv quickly played from where it was hung on the opposite wall. It was so pleasant in here for a place with the word ‘doom’ on the outside…

An older bearded gentleman was sitting behind the desk, idly watching the tv. He blinked as he saw Alt out of the corner of his eye then perked up.

“Hello! Welcome to Doom urgent care!” He greeted cheerfully.

“Uh… hi?” Alt muttered back, shifting uncomfortably. He was gonna get blood on those nice chairs wasn’t he-

“What can I help you with, sir?”

Alt limped to the desk and anxiously played with his scarf. “I uh… got injured on my leg. I need someone to look at it.”

“Oh of course! Lemme call one of the nurses to get you all checked in.” He pressed a button on the phone behind the desk. “Ollie? We got a patient- can you get him set up?”

It didn’t take more than 20 seconds for the double doors leading further into the practice to spring open. A cheerful younger male in yellow scrubs and glasses raised his hand and smiled. “Here, dad!”

Alt blinked in surprise. Dad? Guess this was a family business… huh. And woah… this guy not only had the same name as Jackie’s kid but.. if you squinted they almost looked the same. Alt felt a pang in his chest he quickly tried to ignore.

The receptionist winced with a laugh. “Not at work Oliver- we gotta keep it professional looking remember?”

The younger boy, Oliver, blushed and gave him an embarrassed smile. “R-Right…” He turns to Alt, “Sorry I’m really new… just came out of nursing school- still getting used to this… but-! Let’s get you helped out, alright?”

Alt felt uneasy- especially with how nice everyone was here and how eager they were to help. God- if they knew they were helping a criminal…

“I uh… t-this is stupid. I shouldn’t be here… g-goodnight-!“ Alt quickly stammers out- trying to back out. He could solve this on his own- he always had.

Oliver and the receptionist looked confused. Alt almost tried to glitch out but- he was so low on energy. He hadn’t eaten anything before coming here… the effort alone of trying to glitch had him seizing up and starting to see spots. He stumbled back, gripping at his dizzy head. His leg slipped on one of the loose kids toys and he toppled back- hitting his head hard on the tile below. The last thing he heard was strangled cries of concern.

Alt came to later with a low groan, blinking his eyes open blearily to try to figure out where he was. He was in a small white room that had a band of yellow at the top of the walls. The table and other equipment had accents of yellow too. This place was so colorful it almost hurt his eyes…

Wait- that’s right! He went to that weird clinic then… he- he passed out? What happened?

He tried to get up and yelped slightly as he tugged on an Iv drip in his arm. …why is there a fucking Iv drip in his arm??

He almost tries to yank it out- but a frantic voice stops him.

“W-Wait! Don’t do that!”

Another man stumbles in, not the same guy as before. This one looks slightly older, with different octagonal glasses and green scrubs. The name tag on his uniform reads “Dr. Jayden Doom, PN”

Alt stops his action but glares slightly at this new ‘doctor’. The doctor seemed to gulp before calling out into the hallway. “O-Oliver! Your mystery patient is awake!”

Rapid footsteps come down the hall before the yellow scrubbed man from before practically slides in. He beams at Alt. “You’re awake!”

He claps the other man on the shoulder with a smile, “Thanks, Jays!” The doctor nods and wanders off, muttering for Oliver to keep a close eye.

Alt bristles like a cornered cat. He hated going to the doctors… this whole thing set his nerves on fire.

Oliver’s face falls slightly before he tries to laugh. “Ha… not a cheery waker huh? I get it… I’d be pretty crabby too after waking up from hitting my head…”

“Why do I have an Iv?” Alt growled.

The nurse perks his head up, “oh! You had an extremely low blood sugar! Usually we’d give you juice and crackers and monitor it but… well… you did faint. So this is just a precaution. Let’s see if your levels are better.”

After going though the usual procedure (although Alt was squirmy the whole time) Ollie finally steps back and nods.

“Well- it’s not great but you did lose a lot of blood. Once the doctor’s done checking your wound we can get you some snacks to help build it back up!” Oliver beams, keeping his cheery composure.

Alt makes a face but nods. Oliver makes quick work on removing the IV and patching Alt up.

While he’s finishing another similar looking man peeks his head in, wearing red scrubs. His hair was slightly messed and more spiked than the last guy’s was. He looks way more tired to- like he’d been awake for a day or so.

“Yo Ols- I’m heading home… you need anything?”

Oliver had just finished bandaging up Alt and smiles to the other man. “I’m good Rhett- get some good rest!”

The man simply nods and heads down the hall.

Alt observes quietly before speaking up, “You guys are all… really friendly to each other for doctors…”

Oliver laughs, “That’s cuz we’re all family! All the doctors here are my older brothers. Our step dad, Dr. Iplier is the one you saw at the front desk. He helps keep the clinic running!”

“Woah, really?” Alt asks, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Yup! All of us really love helping people… so we all worked together to keep this clinic strong. We have some other staff but- this clinic is our pride and joy. We live close by so me and my brothers often switch shifts around so we can be open whenever.” His brown eyes twinkle with excitement, “That’s why I’m so excited to get through this and earn my doctorate too! That way my brothers won’t have to keep an eye on me and we can all work to help as many people as we can! ” He chuckles nervously though, his ears reddening. “I’m… just a nurse for now though… but I’m glad I can support everybody here.”

There’s a cough in the doorway that has both Alt and Oliver looking up. Another man, a bit older than the other two, stands in the door. He has deep blue scrubs and a white coat with an embroidered G on the lapel.

“Is our patient awake enough for an examination?” He asks, his voice borderline monotone. But, he has a soft look in his eyes as he looks at Ollie.

Oliver blushes more but smiles, looking to Alt. “Oops- sorry to ramble at ya but.. thanks for listening! Uh… before i go, what’s your name? I forgot to ask…”

Now it’s Alt’s turn to blush slightly. “Uh… it’s Alt. Alt B-Brennan.” He muttered, making sure to use one of his alisies he’s accumulated over the years.

The nurse smiles brighter. “Alt huh? What a cool name! Well- it was nice to meet ya Alt! I hope Google can help you feel better!” The doctor opens his mouth with a scowl at Oliver but the boy quickly springs away, making the doctor sigh.

“…Google?”

“That’s… my brothers’ nickname for me. It’s been a joke since we were kids…” He sighs, “it’s a long story so I won’t bore you with the details but. Anyways.” The doctor straightens up to look more professional, holding his clipboard close to his chest.

“Hello Mr. Brennan. I’m Dr. Griffith Doom and I’ll be taking care of you today. Now…” he checks Alt’s chart. “It looks like we got your wound patched up to try to stop the bleeding while you were unconscious. However, we didn’t want to assess the damage fully until you were awake. Do you mind if we look at it now?”

“Uh… no that’s- go ahead…” Alt shifted uncomfortably, trying to resist the urge to glitch.

Dr. Doom nods his thanks and shifts to move Alt into a better position before unwrapping his leg. The doctor pulls out some tools and studies the wound with a critical eye.

Eventually he asks, “What was the cause of the wound? Bullet? Or perhaps- something superpowered?”

This made Alt jolt, looking at the doctor with wide eyes. “H-Huh?? How- how did you know that?”

The doctor’s lip just barely went up in a smirk. “You’d be surprised how often those injured by supernatural forces come to see small clinics, Mr. Brennan. Since we’re out of the general public’s eye we can treat those kinds of injuries with more…discretion.”

He flips through a few pages on his clipboard before addressing Alt again. “I have my suspicions but- who caused the injury?”

Alt grits his teeth and looks away, curling his hands into fists. Should he say… and risk being treated as the criminal he really was?

Google seems to notice Alt’s hesitantation. He places a gentle hand on Alt’s knee and adds in a soft voice. “I ask only for treatment purposes, not to judge or incriminate you. We have an oath at this clinic to treat anyone who comes through our doors to the treatment they deserve. And we believe everyone deserves to not be in pain. That’s why we're here…”

Alt feels tears in his eyes that he quickly tries to blink away. He tugs on his jacket like it was weighed down with his sins.

“And well- we’ll try to keep your identity a secret as well. We’ve dealt with enough to do our job on that pretty well. I know it’s hard to trust a stranger, but this is information needed to get you back on your feet.”

Alt finally sighs and just barely glances at the doctor before answering. “…it was Bro Fantastic.”

He expected a raised eyebrow or a judgmental glance from the doctor. But Dr. Doom just simply nods and walks over to his computer and types some stuff in. Eventually he nods again and starts to grab supplies.

He comes back over and sets out burn cream and bandages and gets to work cleaning the wound with fresh water. Huh- Alt can barely feel it… maybe they put numbing cream on it earlier.

While he works the doctor explains, “Bro Fantastic usually only gives us impact patients from the forces of his blows. However he does create injuries like this- similar to a bullet wound but with no metal to extract, and slightly burned skin around the exit wound from the heat of his energy. If not properly treated and just covered it would take longer to heal so… we need to treat it like a burn until that skin is healed enough to close the wound.”

Alt slowly nods. That makes sense but.. he would have never thought of that. “You sure do know your stuff, Doc…” He mumbles.

Dr. Doom chuckles lightly. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks.” He works quickly and expertly to apply to burn treatment and wrap Alt up. Alt tests his leg and wow- it hardly even felt like the wound was there.

“Better?” Dr. Doom asked with a hidden smile.

“Much,” Alt sighed with relief.

“Good.” The doctor turned and gathered up some materials in a bag for Alt. “Here’s some small packs of that cream and bandages. Try to change them regularly and check on the wound. Keep activity on your leg light for a few days to really help it heal. Any other questions for me?”

Alt looked at the bag of supplies with surprised wonder. Didnt doctors usually expect you to get your own supplies? Jesus these guys were so nice-

The pickpocket shakes his head and pockets the bag, trying to get a more stoic look back. “N-No I think I’m good…”

Dr. Doom smiles just barely. “Good. Don’t be afraid to come back if you have any more trouble. Oh and-“ He leans over to his desk then gives Alt a card. “Here’s our business card. We try to be open as much as we can be so… if you need any assistance day or night, give us a call.”

Alt blinks at the card then pockets it too. “Uh yeah… thanks Doc.”

The doctor shakes his head, “it’s no problem. Now let’s get you some snacks from Ollie- and I’m giving you some doctors orders to go get some real food after this.” He gently puts his hand on Alt’s back to lead him out.

Alt chuckles, “you don’t have to tell me twice… I’m starving.”

Huh… maybe Alt would start trying to visit this clinic more often…

#swapboys #alt anti #impulse alt #bro fantastic #dr Google doom and the Google bros #googleplier #google red #google green #google Oliver #dr. iplier #writing requests #taunting enemies prompts #except I made it cute and wholesome for once Oops #whump #doctor visit #i did so much research for this Cuz I got hyper fixated on this idea #long post #I’ll add a read more soon eeeee #hufflewriting #readswapboys

[warfsbubblegum]

This is Google Red, his name is Asher

This is Google Green, His name is Aspen

They are Google’s children

#markiplier #markiplier egos #googleiplier #google red #google green

[thealienkangaroo]

Shortly after EgoTerra: The First Movie was made in 2001, a collection of tapes were made to look back on some of the absolute best of some favorite characters called "The All-Star Set." Each tape in the set contains 4 episodes with the character(s) on the cover. (vhs filter under the cut)

#markiplier egos #googleplier #google red #google green #google oliver #cub's art #egoterra au

[tam--lin]

In light of increasing anti-trans and anti-abortion laws in the United States, I am once again humbly requesting you inform yourself about jury nullification, your ability as a juror to vote against convicting people being prosecuted under unjust laws. Nullification was instrumental in legalizing abortion in Canada - it informed jurors can use it to help protect healthcare workers and protesters in the US, too.

#I am not a lawyer so please do not ask me questions - I will simply google them as you might #but I do care about this so so much #genuinely: read about it. post about it on social media. tell your friends who have jury duty about it #especially those in 'red' states #it can be so powerful #tam.txt #jury nullification #I still want to get embroidered 'research jury nullification' sweatshirts made.....

[black-lone-knight]

I love the idea of Tim and Bruce being the two smartest people in batfam; So they occasionally say weird things that only they can understand.

Dick, panicked: OH MY GOD! I asked Kory out. What should I do now? What if she won't like me?

Bruce: Schrödinger's cat.

Dick:

Dick: ...what?

Tim: He's saying you won't findout unless you actually try it and go on a date with her.

Dick: Aww! That's so nice. Thanks, B.

Jason: Who's Schrödinger's cat?

...

Tim, with soaked shirt:

Duke: What happened?

Tim: The driving frequency corresponded to the resonance frequency of coffee, therefore the sloshing amplitude reached its maximum.

Duke: Say what again??

Bruce: He spilled his coffee.

Duke:

Duke: ...right.

Jason: Fucking weirdos.

#tim is the 'chatty scientist' and bruce is the 'doesn't say more than 3 words in a sentence' scientist #plus Schrödinger's cat is an experiment #you can google it #but simply it means what tim said #batman #bruce wayne #dc comics #dc #batfamily #tim drake #red robin #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #duke thomas #dc signal #batfam #batfamily incorrect quotes #batfam incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #innocent quotes

[allstrangeandwonderful]

So I'm reading for an art history class, and Baudrillard is talking about the trends in colour usage from generation to generation (mostly in interior design, but there's definite spillover into fashion, architecture, etc.), and how every new colour movement is a direct rebellion against the previous one, like how the bright colours of the 60s/70s were a direct response to the austerity and seriousness of the WWII/postwar era, and how a shift back to organized, moralistic neutrals were a direct rejection of 60s/70s gaudiness, etc., and that all makes sense, people find their parent's style tacky, sure

But he goes on to observe how we've now been stuck in a lull of pasty tones and naturalistic finishes for some time, and I'm thinking yes, he's so right, but that's weird, because its been hanging around for so long, like what is it rebelling against anymore? What is it answering to? Well all I had to do was be patient because lo and behold, Baudrillard provides the following sentence, which caused me to completely wig out:

"...except of course, for the spheres of advertising and commerce, where colour's power to corrupt enjoys full rein"

And I'm like ooohhhhHHHHHH, so this colourless minimalist wasteland of a design principle:

Is maybe hanging on so stubbornly because this corporate hellscape:

is assaulting all of our eyes, inside and outside of our homes, every waking second, and is tainting the very concept of colour into something we can't relax around in our living spaces.

EDIT: The reading was The System of Objects by Jean Baudrillard, 1996 Ed., Part A, Section II, Subheading "Atmospheric Values: Colour" (p. 30-36 in my copy). Even if this was a passionate spur-of-the-moment post, omitting this was pretty silly; my bad.

EDIT 2: I was trying to be chill and leave this one alone, cuz I know most people in the notes are talking to themselves and their followers and not actually me, but 11,000 notes in it's starting to get to me - yes, I am aware that decreased homeownerhship/increased renting/landlord specials/hyperfocus on resale values, are all very direct causes of this too. I totally agree. For me, those were the obvious answers; I think we all get why the owning class is serving this to us. My epiphany moment was about understanding the flip side, the psychology of the consumers who keep accepting it, and even seem to enjoy it. That's what I couldn't understand before, but now I suddenly do. (And for those of you saying such people don't exist, no one actually wants to live without colour - check the notes, bb, they're everywhere. Not everyone has the same brain as you. We all deal with the horrors of capitalism differently.)

#art #interior design #colour #colour theory #home dec #i mean its jsut a theory but #do you start hyperventilating at that second image #bc i sure do #also when you google ads BOY is there a lot of red #I guess bc colour theory you know

[lostcybertronian]

"Because I care about you, okay?" with reader confessing their love to Google? 👉👈

Prompt: “Because I care about you.”

By his calculations, it made no logical sense. He was the prototype Google IRL model, the first and least human of four models released for a failed project that had long since been forgotten about. 

Why would you take an interest in him?

“That’s insecurity,” Red said from somewhere to his left, and Blue rolled his remaining neon eye. Red was the second, and was updated to be able to name emotions, but he couldn’t feel them. He took some pleasure in naming what little emotion his sibling models experienced. “It is appropriate in situations such as these to do what humans call ‘communicate.’”

Blue leveled him with a glare. Red’s missing lower jaw sparked at the mouth and he deferred, shifting closer to Green, who had shut down from stress. They were all damaged in some form or another, courtesy of a massively failed upgrade. Oliver, for his part, was missing an arm. They were going to have to wait for Dark and Wilford to come in order to be fixed.

“What the fuck happened?” You appeared in the doorway to the hub, eyes widening almost comically as you took in the carnage. “Are you- are you okay?”

“Okay is a human term,” Blue informed her coolly. “We are functional, and will likely continue to remain so.”

“Oh.” You relaxed, and ambled over, sitting down next to Blue. You had this habit of flaunting boundaries others wouldn’t dare cross, and he was reminded of this as you reached up to gently touch his damaged eye. Red thought it was bold. Oliver thought it was endearing.

Blue wasn’t sure what to think. “Surely, you have other things to be doing.”

You shrugged. “I’d rather be with you.”

“Why?” Blue asked, at the same time Red muttered, “shock and surprise.”

You blinked. “Because I care about you.” Then, you leaned closer, squinting at his eye. “Now hold still, I bet I can rewire this.”

#google x reader #googleiplier #google blue #google red #google green #markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #lostandwandering #lost writing tag #writing prompts #hurt/comfort #fluff #asks #endersketch

[azmaarts]

Tim: Shit.

Bruce: Language!

Damian: Kol khara!

Bruce: Language!

Steph: Now that's one crazy motherfucker

Bruce: Language!

Jason: Who the fuck are you calling a "son of a bitch," you pigeon-livered saucy lackey!? Maltworm spat out of a mouldy rogue! Rare parrot teacher! Your—

Bruce: —Language!

Dick: Yeah! What the frick-frack tickity tic-tac snik-snak, bro?

Bruce: ...

Bruce: What the fuck.

#what is the proper grammatical format of listing insults #incorrect quotes #this was inspired by Captain America #robins #batfam #batfamily #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #I use Drake's missing spleen #damian wayne #damian al ghul #robin #did I revisit my notebook of favorite shakespeare quotes just for this? #the answer is yes #did I try to google ? #the answer is also yes #these tags are way too much fun #I love how that's a tag too #I'll make a comic out of this... someday #why is this my most liked post??

[gophergal]

You get wrecked by a Heavy+Medic duo and see one of these taunts before you respawn. How do you react?

(aka: @cursed--alien and I were bullshitting about potential taunts that would kill homophobic gamer boys on sight and these shitty doodles are the result)

#gopher art #team fortress 2 #heavymedic #red oktoberfest #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #please imagine. im begging you. #if something to this effect got added i would pay so fucking much money for it. i dont give a fuck #also. we were discussing the hilarity of this being some squeaker's gay awakening. he gets annihilated by a heavymedic duo #and they tauntsmooch on his killcam. and he has to re-evaluate something. ie google “am i gay quiz” #see my vision boy

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Whoever decided to animate Hua Cheng’s movement like this

deserves an award

because it’s so freaking sick

and beautifully unique to him with this vibrant, glowing red

and it’s also so cool to see him use his ACTUALLY ghost BY THE WAY power

like MMMMHHH🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

what if ghost busters theme but sexy

#just googled some slang meaning of the word ‘to bust’ #xl surely do be ghost busting #i bet it does make him feel good #what a weird line it was in the song #but really #who allowed him be sexy red sonic #wait sexy red sonic is knuckles- #wait- #nvrm- #tgcf #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #tian guan ci fu #tgcf thoughts #tgcf season 2 #tgcf donghua #heaven officials blessing

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Dick Grayson and Nightwing's last 5 google searches

#dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #batfam social media #google search #tw angst #tw death mention #ask #anonymous

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god. youtube music is such garbage it makes google play music seem made up because the downgrade is incomprehensible. they had a music streaming service that did basic music streaming shit. you could buy music and download it. if you had an album of remixes only available on a small forum for a month you could upload it and listen to it anywhere. when you searched for a song it wouldn't suggest you were actually looking for a random two hour video with only 48 views. all these things and more are simply beyond the grasp of youtube music, because google has never seen a good product it couldn't chaos dunk straight into the fucking garbage.

#original #i wanted to add the song 'red' by flesh tape to my 'to listen' playlist and you can imagine how well that worked out for me #no i did not want to add 90 minutes of audio from an incel podcast to my fucking music playlist what is wrong with you #it's literally only good for the automatically generated playlists BUT GOOGLE PLAY MUSIC ALSO HAD THOSE