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daiwild · 1 year
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Was thinking about how in-canon-Tim is a huge Kord fan.
Also thinking about how he's probably a Booster anti solely because Booster reminds him of Kon.
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pinkavtomation · 9 months
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. um
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hollytayas · 1 year
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i tried to draw the new dark choco design but got so overwhelmed this was all i could do to show my feelings without bursting into tears
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adharastarlight · 6 months
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my best friend: you have such 1989 handwriting
me: *squeals and jumps and spins excessively*
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rysttle · 1 year
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OUGH I FORGOT TO UPLOAD LAST WEEK HERE'S PT 11
i made this last week and completely forgot abt it
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also i didnt check the text so teehee and all that if you see a mistake 😔
linke to masterposte
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nimilla · 11 days
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hi Nim! it's been a while~
I've been thinking about Sol and Aelf. How do you think he would react if he saw someone constantly flirting with her?
Let's say Kansuke (idk if it's ooc for him to flirt with her knowing she's Aelf' girlfriend) you said he was pretty bold, so even if Sol doesn't care about him, his comments can make her flustered
Hiya, Silly! Indeed, it has been a while~
Aww, those two again 💕 I miss them a lot!! <3 Oh boy, Aelfdene has gotten a little revamp, so his personality changed a little. Though it's more on when low heart events, so I wonder how things go when they first met... But let's get to the answer! ✨️
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If we're talking about Kansuke flirting despite knowing Sol is Aelfdene's girlfriend, then it's definitely on purpose to annoy/test him. Kansuke is not the type to flirt with women who are already taken and Aelf is well aware of this, but even though he knew, he can't help but feel the need to just glared at Kansuke. Either from being protective or jealous... or just don't like to see Sol being uncomfortable by Kansuke's flirts. Sol will have to say something and Kansuke will leave her be, haha.
Glare | Aelfdene (OC)
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| Threatening Glare |
Though... It's different if it's another person... For example, let's say a guy is constantly flirting with Sol, and she does not like it and tells the guy to politely back off. But some people are bolder than Kansuke, so it doesn't stop the person from flirting with her despite already being told that she is already taken, and so, it shows discomfort in Sol. Once Aelf notices this, he won't just glare.
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He will become threatening either by his words or his looks. Or perhaps both.
By the way, this is a POV of the person! Yes, he can telepath with a person once they lock eyes. On the outside, he looks normal, but on the inside, he is enraged in here.
Ahem, I hope that answers the question! Sorry, it took me a while. I got sick + a headache, but I wanted to at least sketch for this ask, haha. Thank you for the question, Silly! I haven't thought about the two for a while now. I miss their wholesome relationship 🥺
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fruitybashir · 2 months
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Haven’t stopped thinking all week about Kris’s intentions for what he wants to do to Bojan when he gets him home. Will that part feature in the next chapter (*giggle)?
aaa im afraid ill have to disappoint on that part :D this chapter is very much pure fucking fluff and self growth and realisations etc <3
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tsu-ramuu · 1 year
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paintings based off genshin places 
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draculagerard · 10 months
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WHAT. I FOLLOW 395 people..
I will quite literally follow anyone....
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hiroshotreplica · 10 months
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more attacks! decided to put some of the "pink" looking ones together for this one.
oc owners (left to right, then up to down. if that makes sense loll)
titan: @cambriancutie
primrose: Grapee
gawnz: polygawn
samantha: IcyGlaceon
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marlenacantswim · 7 months
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Fic ask,,, The Editor,,, "You're Gonna Need to Call A Doctor."
You're Gonna Need to Call a Doctor
He's alive. For a brief moment, he thinks this unfortunate, as if he were dead, he wouldn't be experiencing the ghastly stench of his pulverized boss. Former, boss, he remembers. As the events of the past few hours return to him, he tentatively opens his eyes, and sees only complete darkness— a rarity for him. The overall silence in his mind seems to indicate a complete shutdown of the thought broadcast system, and the darkness probably means there's no power to floor 500. It's strange: he almost feels asleep.
See, to minimize any excess heat, lighting on floor 500 was kept to a minimum, which of course necessitated ocular enhancement for The Editor. As such, since being chosen all those decades ago, he could always see in the darkest of environments, even with closed eyes. Add to that his constant operator-level access to the stream of consciousness only ever deactivating for his monthly rest, and it becomes pretty clear why his idiotic human instincts are yearning for a hearty nap at the mo. How blissfully unaware of them.
Alright, enough of this stupidity: where the hell is he? He hears the sounds of searing and thick bubbling, so he can't have been out that long. The amount of heat going on is also tremendous, but living and working in an icebox for several decades hasn't exactly tempered his perception of temperature. He tries to move. There's a lot of wet resistance; his backside must be covered in Jagrafess sludge. "So disgusting," he moans to himself, pushing himself away from the chilled wall of the lifeless computer system. In his panic from Suki's bafflingly strong corpse-grip, he'd rolled himself under the main console as a last-ditch grasp at survival. A typically brilliant call on his part, seeing as the metal paneling retained its cold temperature, and likely shielded him from the onslaught of molten innards.
His struggling motion must set something off, because a single light somewhere in the room hums to life. It's on for maybe a second before it fizzles out, once again leaving him blind. "Woooow, how thoughtful," he muses to no one. As he continues to inch his way out, he notices both his legs can move completely unhindered. A devilish smirk crosses his face: "Ohh, see that, you mole? Really tried your best, didn't you?" Feeling around for the edge of the console, he pulls himself up to a sitting position. "All the good that did you, ay Suki? Still had some kindle of life in you, and you wasted it! Your husk boiled away, and I remain completely untouched!"
As if on cue, that same bulb from before reawakens. The first thing he sees after the writhing masses of sinew coating the place are his legs: his left, loafer still shiny, and about two thirds of his right— the only two thirds that seems to be remaining. "Aw, what? No, that— c'mon!" How annoying. It'll cost him at least 3,000 credits for a new one. The end of it, still sizzling, sits in a pool of what he first assumes is anti-freeze, before coming to the conclusion that no, actually: that's just what his blood looks like. He's never really seen it before; always assumed it looked like everyone else's— just how much altering did Max do to him?
Whatever. No time for an identity crisis— he's got to get out of here. For one, it smells like absolute rubbish, but more importantly, it can't be good that he's... leaking, and of course he's got to get the bum leg thing sorted. He's still got administrator clearance for the lift, he'll just go down to the 417th floor, fork over the credits for a leg prosthesis, and blend in with the citizens of Satellite Five until some new, decent opportunity presents itself. He pauses, staring at his reflection in the blue-ish pool of his own blood. His irises are so massive, and his pupils more jarringly so in the dim light. Would the masses even consider him human? The surgeons would probably take one look at the foreign substance seeping from his wound and report him to... well, himself, he supposes. This is what he gets for being too good at his job.
Maybe their expertly curated xenophobia is right, though. Would his name— his real name— even show up in their systems? What would a medical scan reveal? They'd probably find his genome more analogous with one of those cold-faring species. Regardless, It's been so long since another alien's been on the station, the medbay no longer carries anything but iron-based blood— certainly nothing resembling whatever's flowing through his veins. A frown forms, unbefitting of his face. "Bloody hell, I look pathetic," he spits. Fine. Screw it. Guess he's having this identity crisis now. Who the hell even is he without the Jagrafess's influence? Not that it was particularly grand; must've been a pretty flimsy system if it only took one fool and a lucky break to blow it up completely. All that aside, it still gave him power and purpose, and now what has he got?
He perks up— Knowledge. He tilts his head, and a foxy grin sneaks back onto his mien. He's got knowledge. Valuable, valuable knowledge. Knowledge of the Doctor, and his time-traveling capabilities. That anomaly and his human plaything may have squandered his previous, let's say, "business endeavor," but they've shown themselves to be a far more lucrative investment opportunity. He brings himself to his fee— foot. To his foot, and cackles. "Oh Doctor," he sneers, "won't you be excited to see me again." Perhaps there are some benefits to his unexpected survival. How many people in the universe know that there's a Time Lord frolicking about spacetime unsupervised? How fewer can identify him by face alone? The Editor gives another scan of the alien remains around him, and bursts out laughing. "Sorry for the late notice, Max, but my resignation still stands. I think it will greatly benefit both of us." He points at a lifeless eyeball that wound up in the chair next to him— "Can I put you down as a reference?"
As he hears the metered sound of the approaching lift, he puts on his most pathetic pitiable face, and begins weaving his sob story.
It's about time he became his own boss, don't you reckon?
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pinkavtomation · 11 months
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I can still make this joke its not too late
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I ABSOLUTELY DON'T REMEMBER IF ITS BEEN DONE BEFORE BTW if it is uhm. Whoops
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memchiix · 5 months
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So I was bored at like 11pm and decided to also make a meet the artist thing
I was up until like 3 making this lol
Got the idea from @whosectype
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sp3ncer45 · 6 months
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shitty mc cringe ass higesona
(BONUS BOMBERMAN OC)
I have yet to actually give him a ref besides doodles and sketches but like his name is sugar glider bomber !!
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jkgnggj · 8 months
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In honor of mikus late birthday today I am posting all the mikus I've done for my friends in the past. The first drawing on here is my most recent one I drew as a gift for my friend on insta @/jaykay_artz and the other three were gifts for my other insta friend @/mustards.not.a.plant (new acc, old acc was @/mustard.is.a.plant) actually the first ever Miku I drew was that Sakura Miku and it was for valentine's day and it's like my second fave Miku after the cute one I made for Jay (SHES HOLDING A STUFFED LEAK I LOVE HER)
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brookiedaaroacecookie · 3 months
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You are giving me so much enrichment. Thank you <3
i exist to purely blow up your activity feed.
y o u c a n n o t g e t r i d o f m e
in all seriousness tho, you’re welcome! I love all your shit and you shall see me always loving it. :)
Ilyyyyy!
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