#MiniB.

[biscdraws]

Here are artblock gudas cos I need more practice drawing him. (feat. mini oberon)

I might not be able to upload anything for a while cos I’m working on ~secret project~ but hopefully I’ll have something to show for that next month!

[biscuitdetective]

So in Algernon Product’s own words, their cute little FGO bottle charms and acrylic stands feature, alongside the character, ‘things the character likes and motifs’.

So you can imagine the current state of gudaobe/obeguda fans with the summer Oberon version.

But that also made me realise who comes with both versions of Castoria.

H-Harold….

[team-mythic-beasts]

Team Mythic Beasts: Let’s Talk Designs!

Also Included: (Updated) Birthdays, Ages, MBTI, Heights

(Note: Special thanks to @levijonescc, creator of the Aveyond 4 x Hetalia mod, for inspiring this project; without you we may not be here today. Btw I suck at drawing humanoid characters so I used this base)

It took me almost seven years to finalize the boys’ designs, but here they are!

Besides the pictures, I’ve also invited them here to explain the thought process behind their outfits. They will go in order of color, so this time we’re starting off with… Jones!

❤️ The Wolf- Jones Fitzgerald

(Apr 25 ♉️ | 29 y/o | INTJ | 177cm / 5’9”)

It’s only fair that the best-looking guy in the bunch gets the first word… so why does Luke keep getting all the spotlight? I’m supposed to be the main character!

Anyways, hope you aren’t too scared from all the spikes and flame patterns that I wear. Intimidation is a huge factor in designing a villain outfit, and I take great pride in being called scary. The flames are for another reason too— I’m a fire mage, and those who cross me shall beware the heat.

The cape was a reward from a quest I took up long ago. I saved a village from a demonic wolf, and they gave me some of her fur to wear as a trophy. In a way, it’s a reminder not to let my beloved Hiro go down the same path as his mother… but I do look quite big with the cape, don’t you think?

Even without my armor, cape, and giant coat, I still look like I’m onto some villain-y business, with the vest and jewel… Wait, what do you mean “yeehaw,” Makoto?! I’m not a cowboy!

🧡 The Dragon- Ludovic Brant

(He forgot 😢 | 70+ y/o (physically 25) | ISTJ | 200cm / 6’6”)

… Hello there. I did not expect such a quick debut.

As you can likely tell from my hardened look, my story is about battling demons. I was promised greater progress by the others in Team Mythic Beasts, and they have been of great help in my quest.

I made my armor from various monsters that I have slain in battle, but the helmet, specifically, is from an a assassin sent by my former captor. It put up a tough fight, that’s for sure, but nothing beats the fury of a dragon.

Underneath my armor is a simple outfit I put together in Moriad, where I have lived as a refugee for quite a few decades now. I asked my dwarf neighbors if they could make me custom wear, but it was too much for them. Therefore, every piece is made by hand, by myself.

… Yes. That is all.

💛 The Lion- Mikkel Anderson

(Dec 5 ♐️ | 19 y/o | ISFJ | 183cm / 6’0”)

Evil beware, the Lion of Team Mythic Beasts is here!

When I was a young lad, I’d be carrying heavy stuff everywhere to build up strength for all this armor that I wear now. That means I have to eat a lot of food every day, too! But underneath all this steel, I’m just a humble little guy from the city outskirts.

Oh, this medal? I got it from Lord Kristan! He’s the legendary founder of my hometown, Alphica, and he’s been watching over me and my nan since I was born.

So… that should cover everything about my outfit. You can probably tell I’m not as flashy as my friends; they’ll have a lot more to talk about than I do, I’m sure!

💚 The Weasel- Arthur Blackwood

(Oct 23 ♏️ | 36 y/o | ESTJ | 175cm / 5’8”)

Ha ha ha ha ha!!! If trouble is what you’d expect at the sight of a witch like me, then you’d be right— but you’ve got to be a total numbskull to get on my bad side. My long, sharp nails aren’t the only things you should worry about.

Not a fan of heavy clothes, since potions is my specialty; a simple coat, protective armwear, and a ragged cape does the job for me. As for the bird skull on my shoulder, one of the Raven Lord’s “beloved children” decided it was a good idea to get in the way of my curses— (MAKOTO’S NOTE: THIS DID NOT HAPPEN.)

Purple and cyan? Meh. Black, green, and silver? Classic. No idea what the witchcraft school I went to was thinking when they designed our uniforms, but I’ve done a better job than they ever will. It’s a shame my brothers don’t think the same.

That’s all you need to hear from me. Now get lost before I turn you into a frog!

🩵 The Eagle- Finn Dentrad (né Teryekol)

(Aug 28 ♍️ | 24 y/o | INTP | 162cm / 5’3”)

Looks like my days as an adventurer are not over yet!

My outfit used to be a lot lighter. Shorts, summer jacket, loafers… they’re comfy, no doubt, but I needed something to reflect the things I’m actually good at— engineering and mechanics. So I decided to switch them out for some heavy duty wear.

Now, I’m fully covered up from the neck down, because building stuff, especially gadgets, isn’t really a safe activity. My coat is long enough for protection, but not too long as to get caught in the middle of moving gears. Yikes! Just thinking about that frightens me.

My eyes are just as important for my talent, so I’ve switched out my hat for a pair of goggles. Combine that with my new coat and waist pockets… don’t I look a lot more reliable now?

Oh, one more thing… I’ve had so many people tell me how heavy my backpack is. Is it really? The only stuff in there are bigger mechanical parts and my robot dog Hanatamago, that’s all…

💙 The Bear- Fra’ser Du’randt

(Jun 26 ♋️ | 39 y/o | ENFJ | 175cm / 5’8”)

*yawns* … Oh, hey there. Sorry, I was busy… looking into other people’s dreams.

How is that possible? Well, not long after I came to this world, the Lord of Dreams made me his assistant. He gave me the power to access the dreams of other individuals at any given time, whether I’m awake or in the process of dreaming. Dispelling nightmares is my job, as well as my specialty.

My Lord designed and created my entire outfit. Blue and purple are the colors of dreams in this world, so it’s only natural that he would choose such hues. The sleeves of my coat are styled just like his, and my base wear resembles the uniform I had at my last job. I do miss my friends back there, but I’m happy to be able to serve my Lord. He is truly a kind deity.

Of course, fighting night terrors is a dangerous job, so the cape and armbands serve as protection. My downwards moon earring also acts as a talisman. All in all, it warms my heart that my Lord had considered so much when he made me this costume.

💜 The Fox- Lucas Reynard

(May 6 ♉️ | 110 y/o (physically 20) | INFP | 178cm / 5’10”)

Oh wow, I’m finally last for once. You probably know me well enough by now, as I’m all over this blog as well as Makoto’s Instagram page, if that’s how you found us here.

Every single item you see on me is a gift. Most are from my sisters, but gods have asked of my favor as well. I have no idea what they saw in me, but… alright. Pretty cool, I guess. If you want to know from whom is which, do let me know. By the way, if you look very closely at my choker, it has my initials on it.

Somehow, training with my family had helped me grow a pair of wings, fox ears, and a tail. No, this doesn’t make my hearing any better, nor can I fly... These parts are made of mist, and depending on my mood or energy level, can sometimes appear translucent or not show up at all.

The face markings... I got them while learning how to shapeshift under the God of Colors. He told me that every shapeshifter, whether born with the talent or learned it later in life, has a unique mark, or a combination of them. It’s not evident in my main form, but when I turn into a fox, the canine facial structure reveals the full shape of my marks— four diamonds.

Oh, sorry, I spoke too much… Well, if you want to know more about our outfits, feel free to ask. For now, have this— our very own mascot collection, Team MiniB. It was my idea, by the way.

[markiplier-unofficialegotourney]

HELLO, FANS OF A SINGULAR Mark I. Plier, Okay SO IDK if anyone even actually cares. Except like 2 people. BUT THAT IS 2 more than I expected. SO, uh The tournament. Is STILL GOING. Okay, Lemme re-phrase.

THE TOURNAMENT IS RESETTING BECAUSE I CAN VERY EASILY ACTUALLY RECORD and SEE THE VOTES NOW. #thankyouforthenewvotingsytemtumblrverycoolofyou

And. Irl Note. MOD IS AWFUL AT ACTUAL MATH, yet here we are!

ALSO for the future I will be adding links to each artist's profile If I can find them and If I can't, I whole heartedly encourage anyone to help by sharing in the comments!

Also If there's MORE Mark Egos I'm missing, Please Add them in the Tags, or comments or DM me. This account is entirely made for this silly game, So Let loose.

NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED, SILLY CONTEST!

[sakew-region]

#90: Piglettel- Despite being several times smaller than more common housepets such Eevee or Rockruff, Piglettel makes up for it with its cheerful enthusiasm and extreme friendliness. It is covered in a very thin layer of fine, velvety fur, even though it looks hairless. This lumpy Pokémon is mostly made up of a type of specialized blubber that conserves heat to help it survive in even the harshest of climates. Piglettel can live in the hottest and coldest places on earth, withstand huge amounts of radiation, and even survive for months in space. In the wild, Piglettel live in tight-knit packs of up to ten members and forage for edible goodies underneath logs and leaf litter. When it’s pet on the top of its fluffy head, Piglettel purrs loudly. (Name from “pig” and “little”)

#91: Tardigoo- Evolves from Piglettel at level 29. Tardigoo maintains most of the properties of Piglettel. It is a tiny companion Pokémon that shows its affection by curling its heart-shaped tail around people’s legs. In spite of its name, Tardigoo isn’t actually very gooey, except in situations of extreme heat or cold. The heart-shaped patterns on Tardigoo’s back turn slightly more pink if it really loves its trainer. Due to its six pink eyes, Tardigoo has almost a full 360 degree field of vision. Tardigoo is extremely light, with the heaviest weighing up to 0.5 pounds. Tardigoo gets along with other members of its species, so it’s recommended to pet owners to have more than one in their household. It is quite intelligent and easily litter box trained. (Name from “tardigrade” and “goo”)

#92: Minibity- Evolves from Tardigoo when leveled up holding a heart scale. Even though it evolves, Minibity isn’t much bigger than Piglettel. This is great news for pet owners, who can give their Tardigoo a heart scale without worrying about it outgrowing their house or apartment. Minibity is incredibly resilient and can be found in some of the harshest environments on the planet. With its six malleable legs, Minibity can swim, run, dig, and even jump. In water, it is a filter feeder, eating various types of zooplankton and other small creatures floating around. On land, Minibity roots through the mud or snow, searching for roots and small bug-types. Minibity is the perfect pet for small children, taking no damage from being accidentally dropped or squeezed and able to eat almost anything kids might give it. (Name from “mini” and “itty bitty”)

[imaginethatbabygifts]

Cabbage Patch Twin Miniature Doll Beds

[minorisato]

even in another world, reality was just as lame

transformers, original work / miniber, background ships / wc: 1378 / warnings: past major injury / notes: dropping some psyber lore!??!!

“Don’t get me wrong,” Psyber says, burying his helm into a servo, “I’m glad I have friends. I like having friends. I’m just also terrified constantly.”

Rung nods, taking notes on his datapad. He pushes up his glasses. “It’s natural to feel anxious,” he smiles softly, “you were isolated for quite a while, after your accident.”

Psyber isn’t totally sure how hy ended up here, or why hy agreed to this. Hy swore up and down to Betamax that hy didn’t need help and Rung can’t fix hym and trying is honestly a little pointless. But then Betamax brought it up at Swerve’s, when everyone else was around, (including Minimus, dammit,) and everyone was actually agreeing with Betamax (figures) and Minimus looked at him with that half-stern-half-something expression and said hy should at least try–

And now Rung is psychoanalyzing hym, which is the opposite of what Psyber wanted. Hy can psychoanalyze hymself just fine, actually. So fine, in fact, that hy really already knows where hys anxiety about friendship comes from. 

It goes like this– you live on a neutral planet for a long, long fucking time. You have friends on this neutral planet. And then you get fucking shot. They all watch you get shot. They’re there, they see it happen, and they rush you to the nearest medic to save you. But the attack is still happening. So they leave. You don’t see them again after that.

It goes like this– you’re on life support, your wound only ever half-fixed. And this life support is mobile now, sure, you can carry it around for a while, but it wasn’t always. So you couldn’t exactly go looking for your old friends for a while. Eventually, you figure, they move on, and looking for them feels sort of pointless. By the time you can actually carry around your life support and move and leave, you’re not even interested in finding them anymore. If they actually cared about you, they could always come find you, and they didn’t.

It goes like this– you find one mech who is okay. Who your processor allows you to cling to, and so you do, like your life depends on it. He’s your friend now, and you aren’t interested in meeting anyone else. He ends up garnering a somewhat large group of friends, one way or another, and that’s fine, ‘cause he’s still there, you’re there for him, mostly. So now you kind of have multiple friends again. Which is cool, sure, except last time you had multiple friends you got shot and it ruined your life, and your processor has decided to link having friends to experiencing pain, so you just have this ever-present feeling of dread following you.

Rung, essentially, repeats this verbatim, and Psyber nods along, because hy knew all this already. It’s a logical progression. Hy doesn’t need therapy.

“I think it’s good that we’ve addressed the root cause of your anxieties,” Rung smiles at hym, and Psyber continues to just nod along. “I think in our next meeting, it’d be a good idea to come up with some strategies to help you manage that anxiety.”

Psyber resets hys vocals, and pats hymself on the back for not shouting that hy doesn’t need to manage hys anxiety, and hy doesn’t need help, and it’s not a big deal, and hy doesn’t need to cope because hy’s doing fine, in the grand scheme of things. Hy stands. “Thank you for seeing me.”

Rung nods back. It’s not that Rung is a bad person, or anything. He really is sweet, and good at his job, and he’s undoubtedly helping a lot of mechs. It’s just that Psyber doesn’t need the help. “Of course,” he says. “Thank you for coming in. I understand you were reluctant, but therapy can be helpful, no matter who you are.”

Again, Psyber nods, attempting a smile and kinda failing. Hy needs to get out of here. “Good day, doctor.”

~~~~

The first thing Psyber does, upon entering Swerve’s, is beg the bartender to let hym drink.

“I know I’m not supposed to,” hy pleads, servos clasped together, “but like, please? Just one glass? Pretty please?”

“Absolutely not,” Swerve grimaces. “Pretty sure if I let you drink, I’m gonna end up thrown in the brig. We’ll probably both end up in the brig, actually. Bad enough you’ve been getting free drinks from Betamax.”

Speak of the tape player, and he shall appear, jogging up to the laptop. “How did it go?”

“It went fine,” Psyber spits, gritting hys dentae. “Nothing happened and it didn’t work. I tried therapy and it’s not for me, like I figured, and I’m not going back.” Hy huffs. “Did Swerve give you any high-grade? He won’t give me any.”

Betamax shakes his helm. “He won’t sell me engex anymore, either.” He pauses. “To be fair, I shouldn’t be drinking it anyway. Neither should you, actually. Didn’t Ratchet ban you from drinking it?”

Psyber groans, ignoring him, trudging over to hys usual spot at their usual table. Hy practically collapses into the seat, attempting to listen in for context on– whatever Chromedome is on about. Thankfully, no one asks hym what hy’s so pissy about, Betamax simply standing behind hym and rubbing hys shoulder comfortingly.

Hy actually starts to calm down a bit, until Rewind perks up, cutting off hys conjunx. “Stop drinking, Minimus just walked in.”

Psyber’s helm immediately slams down against the table. Hy lets out a little ow as small pedesteps approach their table.

“I hope everything is going well here,” Minimus begins, “you all seem to be having a nice time.”

“A very law-abiding time,” Whirl chirps, and then immediately gets smacked, probably by Cyclonus. Psyber’s helm is still pressed against the table, optics-down. “Ow. The fuck.”

Minimus seems to ignore Whirl, and for a moment, there’s quiet. Then, “is Psyber alright?”

“Not sure,” Rewind tells his fellow minibot, “hy’s been like that pretty much since hy walked in. None of us asked.” He thinks for a moment. “We probably should’ve asked.”

“Are you trashed or something?” Whirl asks, and gets smacked again. “Ow! Fuckin’ stop!”

Psyber is not trashed, unfortunately, and was actually perfectly fine with no one asking, ‘cause hy kind of wants to ignore that hy went to therapy at all and hy wants to ignore that it’s affecting hym in any way. Betamax, bless his spark, has not picked up on this. “Hy had therapy today. Hy’s just feeling a little insane about it still.”

Psyber raises hys helm just enough to slam it back down. Ow. If hy does that enough it’ll probably do some serious processor damage. (Hy considers it.)

Whirl outright laughs at hym. “You actually went?!”

“You actually went!” Tailgate exclaims, distinctly more excited than Whirl. He actually sounds happy for Psyber. “How did it go?”

“Yeah, I sort of… wasn’t expecting you to actually go,” Chromedome admits.

“It went fine!” Psyber hisses, lifting hys helm (and keeping it up, despite wanting to smack it down again.) “It went fine. Therapy was fine. It didn’t help, like I assumed, ‘cause I don’t actually need it.”

Chromedome makes an ehhh noise. “You can’t really judge if it helped or not after only one meeting.”

Tailgate nods. “It might help if you go again?”

Psyber grits hys dentae. “That is so fascinating. That is so cool. I am not doing that.”

“I think it would be beneficial to you to continue going,” Minimus pipes up, and Psyber snaps hys helm in the direction of the minibot. “Obviously, none of us can force you to keep going,” he resets his vocals, “but I agree that it’s hard to discern if it’s helpful or not after only one meeting. It can take multiple meetings before you start to feel it’s effects.”

Psyber studies his faceplates, biting hys own lips. Minimus is wearing that same expression he wore the first time he suggested Psyber try therapy, that half-stern-half-something look. It’s now, really staring at him, that Psyber can identify the other half as caring. Half-stern-half-caring. Minimus cares about hym. That thought does nothing to help hys a little bit insane status.

“I’ll think about it,” hy huffs, and behind hym, Betamax lets out a small yay.

[oneroom-disco]

I was gonna draw minibe in a pumpkin but

[riabirsblog]

Mənim arzularım çox zəifdir; Mənə istiqamət verəcək qədər güclü deyillər. Bir kötüyə minib çayı keçə bilərsiniz, ancaq taxta parçası ilə bunu edə bilməzsiniz.😉

👤-Fyodor Dostoyevski

📚 - Sahib

[gunel-25]

Mən bir az darıxmışam. Beş nəfər avtobusa minib sürücüyə 1 manat verdiyim günlər üçün darıxmışam. Həm yol pulu 20 qəpik olduğu üçün darıxmışam. Həm də yanımda o 4 nəfərin olması üçün darıxmışam.

[laviniaas]

Postu bəyənirəm, sonra deyirəm mən bunun nəyin bəyəndim ki, geri çəkirəm. İnsanların həyatlarına, tərzlərinə qarışmaq, onları yarğılamaq ən son istəyəcəyim şeydi. Ama buranın da heç dadı qalmıyıb e. O gözəl bloglar gözəl atlarına minib getdilər. Vaxt var idi, necə gözəl yazılar vardı, oxuduqca adam doymurdu, ruhun dincəlirdi, özünü, dərdlərini görürdün. Heç bir mesajı silmirəm, demək olar, burda. Aşağılara düşdükcə 90 faiz blogun deactive olduğunu görürəm, girib yazışdıqlarımıza baxıram, o günlərə yenidən qayıdıram. Ehhhh.....nə bilim

[biscdraws]

Forgot to upload my Cat Day pic for yesterday on here but here it is!

[biscuitdetective]

This scene never gets old.

[huseynmammad]

Çiçəklərim xəzan olub, bahar gələndə səndə gəl, Qərib bir ölkədən minib, qatar gələndə səndə gəl.

[ferideeliyeva]

Mənim sizlə necə danışıb, davranmağım sizdən asılıdır. Bu gündən istər böyük, istər kiçik lazım olan cavabları alacaqsız. Ailə tərbiyəsi bir yerə qədərdir. Normal ailədə tərbiyə alan insan özün əzdirməməyi, söz altında qalıb incinməməyi bilməlidir ən əzizi olsa belə. Susduqca adamın boynuna minib, ayaqların sallatmırlar. Hörmət qarşılıqlı olan birşeydir bunu dərk edin)

[mellowyouthkid]

Hazırlıq vaxtı bir qız var idi. Aygün. Çox xoşum gəlirdi, bəlkə də tarix fənnini sevməyimə, qəbulda 24 yazmağıma əsas səbəblərdən biri idi, Aygünün gözünə yaxşı görünəcəm deyə oxuyurdum fənni elə, testlərimizi həmişə bir yoxlayırdıq, hazırlıqdan çıxıb facebook-da danışırdıq, lakin utancaq kimliyimdən dolayı heç bir vəchlə Aygünə ondan xoşum gəldiyini deyə bilmirdim. Yəqin ki, bilirdi o da. gözləyirdi, amma mən bacarıqsız bir ergen idim və bu işi elə hey uzadırdım. Universitetə girdik, bütün gözəl qızlar kimi o da dillər universitetinə qəbul olmuşdu, mənim üçün bdu maraqsız idi, Aygün idi maraqlı olan, yenə yazırdım bütün gün, könlüm də rahat idi ki, dillərdə oğlan zad elə çox deyil, Aygün mənim olaraq qalacaq, indi yazacaqlarım baş verməsə bəlkə də mən hələ də sevgi elanı etməmiş Aygünə yazmağa davam edirdim. Tez-tez görüşürdük də Aygünlə. Təzə açılmış park bulvar idi sevimli məkanımız da, ona Ali-Ninoda kitablardan danışırdım, həmişə də bir kitab verirdim, oxuyub qaytarırdı. Bir gün Aygünün artıq mənə gec cavab yazmağa başladığını gördüm, özümü sındırmırdım, amma bu həyatda da ən qəbul etmədiyim şeylərdən biri kiminsə mənlə etinasız danışmasıdı, sadəcə mevzü bahis Aygün idi deyə bir təhər vicdanımı susdurur, bütün bu laqeydliyə baxmayaraq aygünə yazmağa davam edirdim, və bir gün Aygün mənə ümumiyyətlə yazmadı. 2 dəfə yazdım ayrı vaxtlarda, amma cavab gəlmədi. mən isə hər həftə olduğu kimi yenə getdim park bulvara. Yox idi Aygün, gəlməmişdi, depressiv modlara köklənib Aygünü və ona verdiyim kitabı düşünürdüm, kitab mövzusunda dəhşət həssasam. Günün müxtəlif vaxtlarında gah aygünə, gah da kitaba görə kədərlənirdim. Növbəti həftə yenə getdim park bulvara. Birdən onun səsini eşitdim. Yadımdadı, MC-da sifariş verirdim nəsə, bütün səs-küy kəsildi park bulvarda, bircə Aygün oldu eşidilən. Döndüm, baxdım, eyni gözəllikdə idi. Bəlkə də daha gözəl. Özü də fərqli bir gülümsəmə var idi üzündə. Nəsə deyəsən əlavə bir şey var idi ona xoşbəxtlik verən. Mənə "gəl mənimlə, sənə sürprizim var" dedi. Kitab da əlində idi üstəlik. Nə sürprizi ola bilərdi ki. beynimdə min sual var idi, amma əsas aygün yanımda idi. Bəlkə də bu 10 gün ərzində yalnız qalıb, ona sətiraltı göndərdiyim sevgi ipucularını tutub filan deyə xəyallar edir, sürprizini də bununla əlaqələndirirdim. Sürprizi nə idi? Stolda bir qaqaş oturmuşdu. İbrahim. Tarixdən bizimlə bir yerdə hazırlığa gələn İbrahim, mənim kimi avtobusla yox, öz maşını ilə gələn İbrahim. öz maşına ilə. ( qeyd: mətndə məntiqi vurğu bu cümlədədi) Aygünlə sevgili olmuşdular. Çaşdım birinci, çox xoşbəxt olun filan dedim, İbrahiminsə gözünün içi gülürdü, həmişə hazırlıqda dərsə zəif cavab verəndə o mənim gözümün içində olurdu bu gülümsəmə. İbrahim amma son zərbəni daha pis endirmişdi. Aygün onun idi. Mən yenə öz 346 nömrəli avtobusuma minib getdim, onlar da yəqin ki mersedeslə gedəcəkdilər. 5 il keçib bu hadisənin üstündən. bayaq evdə həmin kitabı tapdım. Vərəqlədim, hələ də aygünün qoxusu qalır vərəqlərdə. ibrahim başqası ilə evlənib. Facebook-da görmüşəm bu yaxında. Aygün? o vaxtdan xəbərim yoxdur.