#I want the buhg

[seanofbeankeep]

He thinks it’s a bug

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

OC q&a time!

I desperately need something to pass the time and also to talk about some ocs im working on soo here we are! I also want more practice drawing with my wrist brace so these will all have doodled responses too

the participents this time are Dr. Dee Buhging, Viv the robot, Comp. and Dr Baxter Io Phase

Dee Buhging (he/she) is a mad scientist who's life work is integrating organic matter into robotics and computers (wetware, as she calls it). He's incredibly egotistical, a bit of a slob, and some have said a bit... too interested in her work, if you know what i mean.

Viv (it/she), or experiment 5-004 is one of Dr Buhging's greatest achievements, a robot with fully integrated wetware. It has a particular interest in music and dance, specifically synth and ballet respectively, though all forms are of interest.

Comp (it/its), short for computer, is a helper robot designed by Dee to help around the lab, mainly performing climate control and keeping tabs on various extremely sensitive experiments. It somehow gained conciousness and fucking hates having to work with Dee. All of Dr Buhging's subsequent sentient robots have had parts of their code sampled from the error that brought Comp to life.

Dr Baxter Io Phase (it/they, designed by @moderndaymadscientist ) is a sentient, human sized bacteriophage accidentally brought to life by some spilled super solution Dee was creating to try and keep neurons alive as wetware longer. The solution was scrapped due to the unforseen consequences. It has an antagonistic relationship with Dee but their also still roommates because it's so hard to find good rent now a days, especially as a 4 armed sentient virus.

[damnednyx]

//the things I tell him while we stay up late and get high on drugs then stay high on kisses// I tell him I want to take a blurry picture. Of a cigarette, the greying strands of my mother, the smile on his face when he looks at me. Blurry, because that's how I remember them all. I tell him I want to paint a red picture. My mother's tears on her slit wrists, my brother's crumbling Redvelvet cake, his unsteady bleary red eyes. Red, because that's how I feel when I see them. I tell him I want to sing a song about love. My mother's love for my father. My brother's love for success. His love for needles. Love, because that's what I think (read: hope) it is. I tell him I want to write a poem. About my mother's toe-ring that means much more than the scars they make, my brother's bakery class where he sees a girl but does not like her yet leaves her heart-shaped cupcakes everyday, his stuttering steps on the sidewalk of my street while he holds my hand and smiles at me saying "I love this". Poem, because that's the closest thing I can come to containing them all into words. ©nyx___malfoy https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt9KDI-BUHG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1egpqa8albx0m

[trinketchick]

aunt didn’t know there was a different name for firefly down here so when i told her it was lightning bug, i had an accent... and then Northern Family just went “LYGHT-NIN’ BUHG???’’ and i wanted to scream 

[trinketchick]

@puppetmon replied to your post: aunt didn’t know there was a different name for...

god ive done this every time my cousins have visited i hate it so much. its laihtnen buhgs and they can kiss mah ayuss

i say fireflies because it’s easier to say but god do i have a southern accent with it

i remember once i was visiting family in minnesota and a cousin of mine asked “why do you sound like that” and i wanted to hit him!! and of course after spending a week there, i got that Minnesota Accent and when i got back to school, all my friends made fun of how i said “house” and shit like that