#bottles the mole

[campcampkirbykirbykirby]

Just in time for Season 5, David's made his way to Garry's Mod! You can fling him around, throw a toilet at his face, blow him up, run him down with Thomas the Tank Engine, whatever! He'll bounce back (I mean, I would hope he does if he can take a bus to the face.)

The model was made by Puppiii, and ported with permission to Gmod by Akuago220 (commissioned by me), and props to both of them because they each did a great job bringing this to life.

Also sprang for an SFM port for those of you that are into that sort of thing:

So yeah, download the addon and go nuts!

[cabezilla142dxd]

Happy 25th Anniversary Banjo-Kazooie [2023]

Many years have passed since they first debuted in 1998, but the amazing memories they have left on thousands of players are still treasured to this day! Banjo and Kazooie, the bear and bird, are still as loved as they were 25 years ago! Happy birthday old pals!

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[hypnotised-hazard]

BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE RAREWARE POSTING

[dragondice42]

So I heard y'all like moles.

I present to you, Bottles from banjo kazooie. Gotta be one of my favorite moles.

[morwaldblog]

la cerveza y la barba

A drawing collection of a game about collecting

The Banjo-Kazooie series is another of my inspirations behind my art, I really like their world is full of wacky and cool characters

I guess it's very cliché to say this was my childhood, but I don't care, it was my childhood, I really enjoyed playing both Banjo-Kazooie and Banjo-Tooie

I remember that day they announced the Nintendo Direct with the new character for Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, I was excited like never before when that Jiggy appeared, and seeing Banjo again after so many years. Seriously, I didn't think that one day I would cry with joy haha

Well, the third drawing was what I decided to do when the event happened, but I really didn't like the result very much. Part of that disgust was what led me to do the first drawing of all these years later, and I'm quite satisfied with the result. You can see some sketches of how I wanted the characters to look in the second image And a couple of drawings that I did apart, I'm sorry for the excess of text in this post, I had a lot to tell lol

[bigt1e]

wow been a while huh?

Hi!! I'm back from my accidental hiatus!! I wasn't planing for staying off platform but I did, only because I was to lazy to post and life kinda got in the way

But I hope to be back at full force!! And here's an art dump to satisfy any of yall out there starving for my art !!

[pinkspaghetti-tblr]

One day later, but it's Day of the Dead today, so I think this still counts!

Finished the Ghost Bottles doodle from last week!

[lady-of-games]

Kazooie, you should probably stop harassing him so much.

[iwakuraz]

drank vodka and now I'm having an in-depth conversation with my parents about fonts. so basically I'm doing okay

[rainbowsky]

Funny thing happened. Bottled joy got blocked from wyb supertopic lol. Now c-bxgs are consoling tonton under the comments saying "it's okay. Come sit with us."

Yeah, it's funny but it's also sad and a bit disturbing.

This warlike, us-vs-them climate in fandom is just so utterly toxic, and the fans seem completely incapable of self-reflecting on how awful they're being.

Frankly, it all reminds me so much of certain parties I used to go to when I was younger, where I (who didn't drink or do drugs) was almost always the only sober person in the room. Everyone would be acting like lunatics, completely unaware of how unhinged they were being, and yet in their eyes *I* was the 'crazy' person in the room.

People are so steeped in toxic fan culture that they don't realize their judgment is impaired and that they're behaving in antisocial, destructive ways. They are so wrapped up in it that they are incapable of seeing outside of it. It's so depressing. I've come close to walking away a thousand times.

[dillyt]

so how many days are yall betting before tumblr emporium tries to sell us some stupid pin of a mole or something? two? maybe three?

[v-confused-212]

Nice

[blinkycravesviolence]

au where

[molluskzone]

"why do the GENERATION Z LIBERALS hate being BEAUTIFUL" to specifically piss you off and make you cry and to destroy society and everything you hold dear too

[emmyrosee]

“I didn’t know you had moles down your back.”

Kiyoomi pauses briefly to look at you over his shoulder, post shower body care being interrupted with your statement.

“We’ve been together for how long and you never knew that I had more moles on my body?” He asks, going back to applying his moisturizer. “Do you even look at my body?”

“Only the important parts,” you say, shrugging as you let your eyes wander slightly. There are more than a few freckles and moles on the broad space of his back, tracing like a constellation against the paleness of his skin. They lean along the right side of him, a few scattering on the left for an intricate design-

“Holy shit, stop staring at me,” he snickers, his eyes looking at you in the mirror. “I have moles. You kiss the ones on my forehead every morning. Chill.”

You get up and stalk over to him, arms wrapping lowly around his waist and face nuzzling into the dip of his back, “gonna have to kiss these ones too; they’ve been neglected too long.” You plant a few pecks to the bigger ones along his shoulder, and you smirk at the goosebumps that raise from your affection. “Ticklish?”

“I’ll knock you out with this lotion bottle,” he snarls, continuing his routine with you merely an add on to his body.

“Whatever.” You let your nails rake up the dip of his hips, only letting him go when he hisses and bumps his back against you to get you off. You kiss his warm skin one last time before making your way back to the perch on your shared bed, watching as his muscles and moles contort with every shift of his broad body as he applies his deodorant.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“I’m having an affair,” he says simply.

“With who? Meian?”

“Yes.”

“You could never score Meian.”

“You’re just mad because Meian saw and admired my moles before you.”

You let out a few snorty laughters while he smirks to himself in the mirror, the night settling down into nothing uncommon or surprising, but perfect all the same.

God, you adore him.

“You’re ugly.”

“I love you too.”

[sigh-tofm]

the night before they leave for deployment…

… price

- takes you out. you go to an expensive restaurant and eat the best they have. cost is not an issue. price orders two fingers of their finest bourbon and you get a glass of whatever you want. you go for a little walk after, hand in hand, just pretending to be two regular people in a regular relationship. you’re home at a sensible time (price needs to sleep a fair few hours before deploying) and you sit in the bathroom, gazing at him as he trims his moustache with that hard look in his eyes. he’s had last nights like these too many times to be wondering about what is waiting for him in the morning. he knows it won’t be pleasant, so there’s no use in pretending. later, in bed, he pulls you onto his chest and holds you there, knowing the next time it he falls asleep it will be with a cold, hard rifle in his arms. better savour your warm, soft body for as long as he can.

… kyle

- just wants to be intimate with you. not sex, but closeness. you sit him in front of the bathroom mirror and trim his hair, he lays you down on the rug in the living room and works through all your muscle knots. you do facemasks together. you sit side by side on kitchen chairs pulled into the bathroom with your feet in the tub, taking a footbath together. you uncork one of the your fancier bottles of wine (kyle only has a small glass, can’t risk getting hungover the day after) and drink it with your favourite takeout. you go to bed together, holding each other, breathing each other in. if this is the last night, it better be the best night.

… johnny

- has you in his favourite positions. you let him manipulate your body and fulfil his fantasies with you. afterwards you take a long shower together, you touch up is mohawk after, stroke him all over. committing every detail, every scar and mole, to memory. he does the same with you, although you suspect it’s mostly to have wank material for late nights or long watches when he’s deployed. no matter. you order takeout when you’re both dressed again, eat it on the floor in front of the sofa while watching a stupid comedy. anything to take your minds off of the inevitable. you go to bed late and he spoons you. you don’t mind how tightly he holds you, knowing that when you wake up, you will be alone.

… simon

- behaves a little eerie. you don’t know exactly how he changes, how he becomes this ghost-person you have only heard stories of from johnny. you know simon tries to keep you away from it all and never brings work home, least of all his mask. he spends the last night with you on the sofa, him sitting sideways and you on his lap. you’ve ordered good food, and while you eat and watch the movie, he watches you. boring into you with those amber eyes. you don’t comment on it, understanding that this is some kind of ritual for him. knowing that you are real, that you exist, that he needs to come home to you. you speak very little, only pragmatic sentences about passing the pop. the first few times it unnerved you, the way he was so quiet, but now you enjoy getting to be what he needs, however little you understand the process. eventually you both fall asleep on the sofa, and when you wake up you’re tucked neatly into bed, alone.