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[im literally in pain with how much im enjoying this]

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and then an andoyle

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I’m actually at 116, but who the fuck cares! ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

Anyway yeah, I’m giving away three pixels to three *followers* by March 5th!  You can get one by liking or reblogging this. that’s two whole shots friends. I don’t care how many times you do it, do whatever you want! I don’t even know how giveaways work man. who cares free art for you for no effort at all! I’m just happy because in the month I’ve been on tumblrfort, my art productivity has increased tenfold. It usually takes me months to do��anything, and now every week is something different and I want to keep drawing. It’s crazy and I’m not used to it. Also the legitimate size of these dorks is actually the second image, but I can make huge pixels as well. I suppose whoever gets the first spot can get one of these bigger pixels and the others can get the little baby ones. Thank you for sticking with my cutesy ass pyro blog. (◡‿◡✿)

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"S'aces, thanks fer askin'." He turned to Albrecht and flexed the wing to show his point, just barely missing some sensitive equipment in the process. The assistant made no indication to whether he noticed or not. "Did a brilliant job, if Oi say so, an' moi two cents's worth mo'an that. Still a kink he'ah 'n' there, but Oi 'magine that just comes wit' being somethin' that ain't quoite natural."

Andel continued to meander around the medbay as the Medic spoke again, tapping absently at the shaft of the ceiling mounted medigun with the claw of his thumb when he stopped by it.

"Been 'round, lots'ah work to do when yer bringin' a base back from the brink'a bein' a rat hole. Again." He laughed, but it was without much mirth. "Sure you'd know 'bout that 'avin' to work with that flood of incomin' foiles. Speakin'a, 'ow'er our mercs settlin' in on RED side?"

"Ah, well that’s a relief, anyway." he offered a small smile. "How is your wing doing after all of that, if I may ask?"

He would step aside and let the hybrid wander the medbay. There was a slight sense of self-consciousness at having his workspace examined by someone from administration, but the feeling was fleeting. Albrecht would fold his hands behind his back and simply watch Andel as he moved about. “It’s quite nice to see you again, you look well. I have been meaning to try to see you too, but I was rather unsure exactly where you were.” he shrugged slightly.

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OC Art Meme!!!

Send a number and I’ll draw my OC:

In what they normally wear

In what I’m currently wearing

In a school uniform

In swimwear

In underwear

With no clothes on

In winter clothes

In fancy clothes

Making 3 different expressions

Standing on their hands

With their favorite animal

Hanging out with a friend

Sitting on the couch

Doing something they don’t normally do

Eating

Playing a sport

Beaten up

As a kid/adult

Wearing a funny hat

Sleeping

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[i’m probably gonna be taking a hiatus for a little while] [at the very least, i’m gonna be hella slow at replying to stuff] [not feeling too great about much rn esp when it’s come to rp recently and i need something of a break from my blogs] [i’ll be back]

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He's not sure if he should feel amused or sorry for her.

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[updated blog theme and organization for this butt uvu plus a noivern sprite until i figure out what else to fill that awkward gap in the description with]

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"No need to 'elp me, doc, not this time. Would be awfully unfortunate if Oi 'ad to see you again so soon 'bout anoth'ah broken wing, eh?" The wrists of his wings propped on his hips. As compared to the last time the hybrid graced Albrecht's medical bay, did indeed seem much more uplifted and outgoing. "Thought Oi'd come 'round for a visit, seein' as've been meanin' to."

Andel walked around the Head Medic and into the medbay a little further, lifting one wing as a more pressing (but otherwise inconsequential, at least in his own opinion) thought crossed him. "Well, visits asoide 'n' oll, he'ah to pick up paper work, too. But Oi've got the time to spare."

All the lights in the medbay were still lit at this hour, which they usually were. It wasn’t nearly late enough to be thinking of turning in, despite the slight drowsiness he was feeling. Though, coffee was aiding in that aspect.

The door to the Medic’s office was open as he read over some paperwork, idly tapping the end of his pen against the top of his desk as he worked. Sounds coming through the medbay were not hard to notice, and when an oddly familiar voice spoke up asking for him, he raised a brow and stood away from his desk. The distraction couldn’t have come at a better time.

"Yes, I am?" he spoke as he exited his office, still feeling a bit odd about his new title. A small smile took to his face when he noted the voice had indeed belonged to someone familiar. "Oh, Andel. How can I help you, Herr?" His hands folded together behind his back after he took a few more steps into the main room, leaving a few feet distance between them.

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The Admin team of Nightfall! I enjoyed this a lot but it was so much more difficult oh my gosh.

Teddy

Andel Mr.WiggliesGuntram

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they have a symbiotic relationship

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Um…. I have no idea where this came from… But uh… I just… I’m sorry.

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Shutting off the comm, Andel cleared his throat and slumped back in the chair, exhaling heavily.

"'ow th'ell's Guntram do this every week."

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[i really need to go in and reorganize andel's blog |': probably get 'im a new theme while i'm at it]

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Sentence Meme (Strangers edition?)

"I think you dropped this." 

"Sorry, I thought you were somebody else." 

"Uh, have we met?" 

"Wow, that’s one fancy looking [specify a thing] you’ve got there." 

"You look really familiar." 

"I swear it was an accident." 

"Oh uh, looks like they mixed up our order. That one is mine." 

"You ever been here before?"

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"Think I might have't spritz 'im with that wator bottle of yours, Gunny. To test that theory. 'ope you've water proofed yourself, mate. This base's got a lot of it."

Employee NC-B053922 has been approved for transfer to Nightfall.

First a tenta, and now a robot. Well, this base certainly lacks standards! Again, the BLUs get another noncombatant, though our RED team will certainly be seeing use of this one as well. How fitting that you are an electrician, Mr. Edison. Does that come in handy when you break down, I wonder? Really. I am curious.

Welcome to base. You will be…useful.