#built silly

[ticklepinions]

HOW have you booped over 1000 people?! This is black magic!

I connected with my inner cat

[claypigeonpottery]

I’m afraid I have a new favourite mug lmao

(I say this every time I make a new mug)

[veryintricaterituals]

but babe, you ASKED me to gaslight you, don't you see? I'm honestly so hurt that you dare to insinuate that i would erase my horrible behavior and your attempted suicide all on my own! And to think that I have to put up with this AFTER all the effort i went through to murder your daughter and your only fledgling! I sometimes feel so underappreciated in this relationship 🥺

[maxanor]

TOM GLYNN-CARNEY Behind the Scenes The House That Dragons Built | Season 2, Episode 5

[crystallizedtwilight]

Like a cat in a tree.

[blackkatdraws2]

The narrator and the ugly ahh protagonist [Blank Scripts AU/non-canonical]

[boiledprawn99]

p.ai.nter robot design :3c

wanted 2 incorporate their canon design into this one a bit so their torso and left shoulder resemble their computer form!! and then I wuz like Okay their other shoulder needs smthing too and I’m like OKAY TURRET!! and they have a lil power switch thingy on there too to reference . The power switches that u turn turrets off with ^_^

and then I wuz gonna give them boots or something and ended up designing shoes OOPS!! based on the turrets (again)

will draw more of them tomorrow I am so tired rn zzzzz

[smaland47]

Render Distance

[sunsbleeding]

Broke up with my long term lover, it was my choice, my goodbye, but damn the hole you left in my life…. I can’t even write about it, this is REAL pain, I’d lose everyone else again just to not to lose you, but the person I fell in love with was gone long ago and I was just holding onto some kind of cruel angry ghost….. I wish you the best, and my heart breaks thinking I may have been the one to stop you from healing, either way, you were my true hand in unlovable hand, even if you didn’t know the song, in another life, in another time, everything I made was forged from our love but it’s time for me to grow up and go my own way, I’ll miss you always Thomas, you really were my everything and the times that were good will linger on my skin for the rest of my silly little life.

[secondbeatsongs]

going through some old logs, and I need you to understand just how truly unhinged early 2010s RP omegle was.

genuinely you could stay on there for hours with just one person, hashing out complex traumatic backstories, drawn-out love confessions, detailed action scenes...collaboratively describing graphic violence, past abuse, comfort, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, any number of sex acts...and then one of you would be like, "oh haha it's 2AM! I have to sleep :(" and the other person would say, "omg saaaame. :( gnight!!!" and then you'd exit the chat and never speak to each other again, and this was. fine.

you could just spend an entire evening shoving your wretched, bleeding soul into a chat log with someone you'd never meet or learn the name of, achieve some form of emotional catharsis, and then go about your day or night like this was an average way to spend your time.

I'm really normal about this, actually

[chloesimaginationthings]

Rohan Kishibe just built different

[outer-andromeda]

What 5 hours of puppet rigging does to a man (that's me I'm the man)

[ryssbelle]

Hes dieded

[cloudpalettes]

behind the scenes 🌟

[yourplaywright]

did i manage to get sidetracked and write something COMPLETELY unrelated to all of my projects?

yes of course. you can blame this post plus @whalemleck and @yuukirita for injecting this into my bloodstream (i'm banning myself from scrolling Tumblr while writing)

Piece below the cut <3

The basics of gun safety are easy. Simple. Never look down the barrel, never point it at something you’re not planning on killing, keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot.

Thus, it is reasonable to say that it’s a liability to have a loaded weapon with a hair-trigger. This is the argument Sentinel receives over and over whenever his bodyguard is mentioned.

(Though, to be fair, B was ‘the weapon’ or ‘the project’ for a long, long while. Airachnid was the one to suggest calling him a bodyguard— it’s softer than ‘weapon’, with the connotation of protection and defence rather than something meant for war.

It’s a good thing Sentinel is adept at lying, because B-127 is absolutely meant for war.)

He stands in his throne room, overlooking the city. It’s a quiet night, the sounds of flying muted through the thick glass.

He has a problem. A rather large one, at that. Someone has been getting into the Archives, bolder and bolder than before. Normally he’d leave it to his guards, but it kept happening. Incompetent morons. Even worse, they’d managed to breach the upper levels, meaning the highly classified information Airachnid had been so long suppressing was in danger of being leaked.

Despite how Sentinel’s more impulsive side languished in the boredom of Iacon now, he knew better than to go in guns blazing as a Prime. This is a delicate situation. It needs to be solved quietly, without a fuss. 

In the dead of night, he whistles a short tune.

If Sentinel wasn’t listening, if he hadn’t trained the mech behind him up, he wouldn’t have been able to sense the additional presence in the room with him. He must have dropped from wherever he hid, Sentinel’s advanced scanners unable to ping him.

“Sir?”

He turns to address his mech. The moon glints off yellow armour, reflecting Sentinel’s face back at him from B’s visor. “I have a pest problem that needs eliminating,” he responds, smooth as ever.

B’s helm tilts. “Of course.”

“Someone’s been breaking into the Archives. I need you to find them and dispose of them, quietly.” Sentinel stresses the last part— sending the people into a panic wouldn’t do. B hasn’t messed that up since his early days of training, though he still emphasises it.

“Of course,” B says, looking past him and out the window, surely to where the looming shadow of the Archives lies. “Shall I begin now?”

“The sooner, the better. This will be no problem for you, I presume?”

“Of course. Newbuild’s play.” B gives him a sharp nod before lowering himself to the ground and jumping back up onto what he assumes to be a ceiling beam. No matter how many times Sentinel watched, he still catches himself in mild awe at how easily B can do that.

(No he hasn’t tried to, shut up.)

Sentinel lets out a pleased hum. One less thing to worry about, then. The job’s as good as done.

[sleipliir]

Ok so I played it 🪓👉👈