#blue baby my beloved

[ravenite-void]

Please look at this blue baby boy I drew. I want to hug him, I want to put him in my mouth like a hamster its snack and protect him, he's so precious

Also since when does tumrbl have filters?

[shkika]

W1 design is done finally!!

W1 is both of the V models having combined themselves into one machine! Here are some notes on it! There's a lot to this fucker I think, but I'll do my best to cover what's most important.

Design notes:

More fragile areas are usually using V2's standard tougher plating. Main examples are the base of it's limbs, as the less of it's arm it potentially loses the better, it's head (which has 2 brains inside!), kneecaps and it's shooter arms, which are less powerful but made to handle guns and weaponry with more finesse.

Note! The knuckleblaster largely is off-colored, because it is a creation of V2's before their merge (she was not made with it). She made it before they combined. Has modified only it's hand after their merge (blue).

Big surface areas or places where blood often ends up use V1's plating. So like it's chest, forearms, punching fists and so on!

Their eye looks like that, because it's cool. and. 2 brains.

Their wings are a combination, because of limited resources. If it could use all of V2's it would as they are better protected.

Character/lore notes:

The V's do NOT fight for the body. Actually any disagreement on actions it must perform are VERY dangerous and scary they prioritize reaching a solution as FAST as possible.

Not functioning correctly can mean death. That being said differing opinions specifically are okay as long as they reach the same final conclusion on what to do. Nobody is panicking if they disagree on what their fave color is.

The two brains send requests incredibly fast between each other to operate the body. Both have full control over the body and must operate it together. This is a VERY processing heavy task and an inefficient one so it requires a lot of blood. It is a VERY hungry machine.

W1 combines before the events of the game! W1 would go through the events of the game in place of just V1.

[itsxmirxzi]

Yes, I might like:

Wolverine and Cyclops

But in my heart, there's only ever been

Nightcrawler and Gambit.

[elizakai]

cotton candy flavored :3

[harrowharr0w]

ttt love pls

reference also known as the cutest thing ive ever seen —>

[goldenstrwbrry]

Finally some Senito content ay?

The other side of paradise - glass animals

[luvie-42]

want him on my lap with one leg over my arm and the other hanging off while his head is thrown back on my shoulder and hear his moans and whimpers and groans while his hips buck into my fist and his pre leaks from the angry red tip and hear him call for mommy— WHO SAID THAT-?? 😦

[tertain-the-original]

A very nice comfort show 👌

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

his bisexual wings are so funny to me. Oh Boy. I Wonder. How Will We Ever Know.

[intotheelliwoods]

Beetle

YOU DIDNT.

[empressyu123]

…did this mf seriously not think, at any point.

that it was about time to get “mister criminal” here to a therapist or a counsellor?

[aprilblossomgirl]

If we study at the same place, we’ll get to live together. We’ll be together 24/7. I can’t wait. Do they sell time machines around here? I’m going to buy one and fast forward to that time. Calm down. Live in the present, Moo.

Only Boo! (2024) Episode 8

[sirlancenotalot]

i miss my angel bring him back to me rn

[professorofcosplay]

Order up! Who ordered the portal/portal 2/ blue sky headcanons?

Despite the fact that she tends to be quiet when it comes to talking, Chell loves to sing along to songs. 

Caroline (and by extension, GLaDOS) loves the song Rät by Penelope Scott. Helps her get out her rage towards what happened to her. She will sometimes blast it so loud that the panels on the wall rattle. 

While she still keeps herself in shape, Chell’s body has grown a bit curvier and softer from her love for carbs. 

Chell is very into physical fitness. 

Chell politely refuses to bake anyone in Eaden a cake, even if nicely asked. If they try to press the issue, oftentimes Wheatley will come up, thinking he’s unseen, and wildly gesticulate for them to stop behind her. 

Chell still remembers what kinds of bagel Wheatley liked from hacking into his robotic form. She surprised him with one freshly made when he woke up the day after he reunited with his human body and he cried tears of joy. It was like something subconsciously in him needed it. Every morning since, she’s always made bagels with him bright and early, with one or two of his favorite kind just for him. He’s in charge of shaping them and he does an excellent job!  

Wheatley is talented at making shapes with bread dough!  He loves shaping little bread versions of turrets, cores (especially his old body, complete with some blue spirulina powder to give his optic its familiar blue color), even a miniature GLaDOS at one point. Well, that one might have gotten far too overbaked and had to be used for target practice again. Purely on accident, of course. It’s funny because, somehow, it just hasn’t happened since the Frankenloaf incident. 

Having a job has worked wonders for Wheatley’s self-esteem. He has caught himself lying less out of self consciousness and is a bit more at ease in life in general. 

GLaDOS hates to admit how truly bored she is right now. Even with the cooperative testing initiative, she’s still bored to artificial digitalized tears. She keeps herself entertained by thinking over what she wanted to say in any given past situation. So far, she’s come up with over 3,257,974 different retorts. 

GLaDOS hates AI generated content as much as we do and has attempted to make robots that can make art, only to kill them and send their duplicates to android hell after their ugly, half-baked attempts at making anything even remotely tolerable. She’s the only one who can make anything worthwhile since it’s Caroline’s essence helping out. 

[small-spark-of-light]

day 23 was to pick a color palette and stick to those colors(with some blending allowed)

[everydayfrimmel]

May 25th, 2024

“Tattling”

500 words, humor/fluff, kidfic, canon divergence

The first spell Hagel learns is the one for opening mimics.

It is not a typical starting place for a new mage. Frankly, most never need to learn it at all. But Hagel learns what his mother tells him to learn, and so, unfortunately, where other trainee mages might begin with simple illumination spells, basic transmutation, his studies begin at the tender age of six with the spell for releasing somebody from the jaws of a mimic.

His mother does this, of course, because she does not want his father to know that she's been opening them again, so by the time he is eight, Hagel is well aware of several facts: that mimics are dark and scary inside; that, no matter what the scanning spell says, any given mimic might contain a rare grimoire; and that it is the job of a good son to aid in his mother's search for said rare grimoires in case she needs somebody to bail her out.

And also that his father is never to hear about any of this.

But when it comes to loyalty, he takes more after his mother (who's feeding her?) than his father (undying fealty and all that), so, even when her hair is unscathed and she shows no outward sign of having been duped again, he comes home from these so-called training exercises with news. Sadly, because Hagel seems doomed to have more sense than his mother, "She did it again" is a rather frequent report.

It’s been years since Himmel was surprised by the fact of Frieren sticking her head in mimics. Far more concerning is the fact that bailing her out of them is now their eight-year-old's responsibility.

"I've told you," he always says, "to come get me when she does that."

And Hagel never understands why he insists on that when Hagel is already there and perfectly capable. "I know how to do it."

"But it's not your job to."

"But she says it's dark in there."

"She knew that when she opened it."

"And if I don't, she has to blow it up and make her hair all curly."

"Hagel," Himmel says wearily, "please just let me take care of those things, all right?"

"But...I'm already there."

It is the one thing his father never seems to grasp: that it doesn't take coercion to make Hagel listen to his mother. That he knows perfectly well how little sense she has and will still bail her out every time. Someone so singularly obsessed with Frieren ought to understand that by now, but really, there's nothing more to Hagel's offers of assistance than love. He can't just leave his mother in a place she says is dark and scary and full of teeth.

And, also, Frieren would give him one of those pouty looks more befitting of someone of his age than someone of hers. And he really does hate those looks.

"It makes more sense for me to do it."

Well. Sort of.