#dr. linksano

[quixoticrobotic]

im just gonna keep making cursed comicrew memes until the sun explodes

[atopfourthwall]

Since Dr. Linksano is in the Atop the Fourth Wall movie for a moment, and he's canonically pan and poly, you could also say that the AT4W movie was more representative of the queer community than any movie James Somerton made.

But seriously, this has made me realize how much I appreciate your videos and community specifically because you emphasize how important it is to reach out and how you will find people who you can trust and talk to and nerd out with. I never feel alone when I watch at4w, not as a comic book nerd, not as a queer enby, not as an ND person, not for any of it. And it's because you talk about your friendships and your community and how they build you up and make you better. I've seen many comments about how James saw the people he was plagiarizing as his competiton- but I really admire how you see them as your community instead. Thank you.

I could, but that seems like a stretch, especially since his pan and poly nature was not really established at that point. XD Still, thank you for the very kind words! And yes, other content creators are my colleagues. There are certainly creators out there that I don't like, but fellow creative people are INSPIRING - they make me want to better myself, to learn from them and be friends with them and share in their interests and knowledge; to be excited about their triumphs and supportive in their hardships. It's one of the many reasons why James' actions are so disgusting - exploitation and theft of people he could have been friends with but only saw them as a way to profit off of their hard work.

[skarchomp]

Dr. Linksano outlived The Spoony Experiment

[fauslayer]

moarte, popping out of the shadows, holding one of the cats out: Diagnose her.

linksano, shaking: ........b-baby........

moarte: Correct.

moarte: (sinks back into the shadows)

[maniacsmaniacalart]

So I’ve been watching Linkara’s storyline videos and have I ever mentioned that I kinda love watching review series and that Atop the Fourth Wall is fantastic? Man, I wish I could do something like AT4W’s storyline... I’d love to have an excuse to fight cosmic horrors, fight monsters using Doctor Who, Pokemon, and other franchise toys, and cosplay all the things! Not to mention that being your actual job for actual gainful employment! But one can dream, can’t they? Maybe one day.

In any case, Linkara sure has a lot of friends that look exactly like him in his videos, doesn’t he? So I decided to try and draw some of them! From memory! With no references! So if they’re not entirely on model... Well... I don’t actually care! Seriously though, Linkara deserves all the subscribers and is probably like... The third most important internet reviewer ever. He’s great, makes great stuff and you should watch his stuff.

[posi-pan]

I don't know if you're taking suggestions for additions to the pan representation carrd, but if you are, there's a web series called Atop The Fourth Wall (comic book review show with storylines) and one of the characters there, Dr Linksano, is pan and polyamorous.

Also, he travelled to another universe, got elected president of the USA in that universe, started a polycule with one woman and two men, got impeached, then went back to the show's main universe after stabilising the time differential between the two universes so that he could still visit his partners. That's only slightly relevant but it IS iconic so I wanted to mention it

i'm always taking suggestions for the pan rep list!! thank you for letting me know about this one!!! 🥰

[ateptehfurthwhale]

Every one of Linksano’s appearances in this arc gives me a lot of questions. Didn’t he have, you know, family? 

[newtafterdark]

idk if youre taking any more asks for metalhead gordan, but is there any point where the science team is completely out of their depth when they meet bvr members and find out about MORE fucked up science other than black mesa

I'll always answer stuff about Metalhead!Gordon! Talking about it & drawing stuff related to it brings me a lot of joy! :D

Honestly, you can send me questions about the AU anytime!

Now to the question- OH YEAH! Absolutely.

I will go into detail about that in my fanfic actually- but the moment the Science Team finds out about the Kaiju War & the science that got developed during it? The lads are overwhelmed!

Coomer especially... just knowing that there is another AI as developed as he is, with the addition of an appreciation for violence in a way (talking about the Jaeger AI here) & their programming to be helpful to their players/pilots??? He'd be off the shits!!! Like "OH SHIT, SHE GETS ALL THE AI BULLSHIT THAT DUNKS MY HEAD INTO FEAR AND DEPRESSION??? Not that I don't trust The Science Team to listen to me when I talk about it but- I FINALLY HAVE SOMEONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THIS WHO UNDERSTANDS!!!". He'll also become rather protective of her, I think.

Tommy will spend HOURS talking to Newton about his biology studies on the Kaiju. And what I mean, is hours DAILY, if their schedule allows it! For one, Tommy's former job at Black Mesa is close to Newton's work & studies... but there is also that alien part of him that goes- "I want to know how this one human figured out single-handedly how an entire alien species works. And drift with one of them too!! The absolute mad lad!!"

Benrey thinks the giant robots & the concept of the drift mechanisms are cool as fuck! Just how it is with Tommy, he does think it's scary how humans figured this shit out on their own. In my AU Benrey is a very curious individual... so whatever he comes across that he doesn't recognize? That thing will be inspected thoroughly and poked at. ESPECIALLY if there is a sign that says to NOT TOUCH. He mainly gets overwhelmed by small every-day advancements in technology though than the big developments. Kind of like "I only get worried about something if I have to face it every day & I don't know enough about it yet".  

I think... all of them would have a big freakout when Chell sits them down to talk about her time at Aperature Science. Yeah, Black Mesa did some fucked up shit... but they were calculated. They knew what they were doing. Aperture Science though sound to them like true comic book mad scientists. Just seeing what works, consequences willingly ignored, no matter how much blood was on their hands.

Chell gets lots of tight hugs that day, and every day afterwards when any one of the team see her.

When they talk to Oscar about his universe jumping (and his current main job)... I think everyone, even Chell, would have trouble believing him at first. Where does Science stop and Magic start?

Oscar makes it clear that once you understand how Magic works in the universes he has been to so far... it's clear that it's simply another aspect of Science. He'd actually explain to Bubby how his fire powers would be considered "Magic"- while demonstrating his own power: Lightning. Or how he calls it jokingly: "Finger Beams".

I think in general everyone will be like "that Oscar guy is major sus" for a while. While it takes them a while to get used to the "common" new scientific developments... taking that guy & studies serious is a difficult task for most of the Science Team.

[yourfavisaferalscientist]

Dr. Linksano from Atop The Fourth Wall is a feral scientist

Requested by anonymous

[sailornimue]

In this house we stan a man of SCIENCE!

Doctor Linksano is the real Champion of this arc

[incorrectreviewaversequotes]

Linksano, who is drunk: Did you know, nine--nine times out of ten, when the forest is on fire...there's a forest fire?

Linkara, who is not drunk: -sarcastically-I did not know that.

Linksano: That's right Billy! It's like Smokey the Bear always says: keep on truckin'!

Harvey: I don't believe that's what Smokey says, goggles.

Linksano: Yeah, it's like his catchphrase!

Harvey: No, I'm pretty sure you got that wrong.

Linkara: My name's not Billy.

Linksano: Drink your Capri Sun, Billy!

[thevalicemultiverse]

You know what you'd love Alice? Comics! You know how you said you don't care for books without pictures or conversations? Well comics are nothing but books with pictures and conversations!

Alice: I said that when I was seven -- but I confess, you have intrigued me. What sort of stories do they tell? I generally like fantasy and adventure literature.

[orangeoctopi7]

Champions: Part 2

I said when I wrote part 1 for Stanuary last year that I planned on continuing this... it just took way longer than I expected. 

Well, now I get to use part two for @stanuary 2021!

Chapter 2

“Gather ‘round everyone!” Linkara called in his team one morning. “I just got the dossier on my first opponent in the Contest of Champions.” 

Jaeris, his coach, Dr. Linksano, his science expert, Pollo, his producer, and Harvey Finevoice, the general voice of reason, were all gathered in Linkara’s office. 

“Who’s the guy?” Harvey asked.

“A man named Stanley Pines.”. Linkara answered, passing out photocopies of the documents.

“Huh, so they set you up with another first-timer.” Jaeris observed, scanning over the information. “He even comes from an alternate Earth a lot like yours.”

“So, they have you fighting a sextagenarian old man who runs a tourist trap?” Linksano asked incredulously.

“He’s a sextagenarian old man who destroyed an interdimensional chaos demon.” Linkara corrected. “He wouldn’t be in the Contest of Champions if he wasn’t a serious contender. Besides, I’m a middle-aged guy who reviews comic books on the internet, I’m hardly one to judge what this guy’s day-job is.”

“So who gets to choose the battle this time?” Pollo asked. 

“We don’t know yet.” Linkara answered. “I think they’re supposed to let us know later today. But with the interdimensional temporal differences, we might not find out until next week.” 

One of the Temlin’s hooded envoys appeared in the middle of the room, interrupting the discussion. 

“Or, y’know, we could find out right now.” 

* * *

Meanwhile, in Gravity Falls....

It had been a few months since Stan’s preliminary round in the Contest of Champions, and the elder Pines twins were back at the Mystery Shack for the summer. The Temlins had left them with a sort of “open channel” for communication, which Ford had connected to his monitoring equipment.

It’d been so long since they’d heard anything, that Stan was beginning to wonder if the whole thing wasn’t some sort of elaborate joke. Then one day, while Mabel was making breakfast, the alarm went off, and that creepy hooded hologram from before showed up in the middle of the kitchen.

Poor Mabel was so startled she almost dropped her pitcher of Mabel Juice, and Stan nearly made a move for his nearest gun before he realized what it was.

“Ford, that thing’s back!” He yelled.

The old researcher had already been rushing to the kitchen after he heard the alarm go off, and he appeared in the doorway just a second after Stan yelled. A still-sleepy Dipper was not far behind him.

“What’s going on?” the boy asked, rubbing crusties out of his eyes. 

“It’s that stinkin’ contest thing I told you about!” Stan explained. “They finally remembered I exist, huh?”

“It’s all due to temporal differences.” Ford assured him. “I’m honestly surprised we didn’t have to wait longer.”

“Champion Stanley Pines, the time has come to set your first contest.” The hologram informed him. “For this round, you have been randomly selected to choose the nature of your competition.”

“Oh, really?” Stan grinned and slipped into conman mode. “Well, I’m really happy to hear that! Why don’t you have a seat and join us for breakfast while we talk?”

“Stanley, it’s a hologram.” Ford pointed out, but the Temlin emissary sat down at their little table.

“Why don’t you pour the nice alien hologram some Mabel Juice, Pumpkin.” Stan suggested. Mabel beamed and poured a tall glass for their guest. 

“Oh boy, you’re in for a treat! I added extra Fizz Flints this time!”

Just as Ford was about to point out that, as a hologram, their guest couldn’t even pick up the glass, much less drink it, the Temlin emissary stared intently at the drink, and it began to empty, almost like an invisible straw was sipping it away.

“Incredible. We have explored the vast reaches of time and space. We understand the most intricate machinations of the universe. And yet we have never encountered a beverage like this.”

“Aww, thanks!” Mabel accepted their compliment graciously. “There’s more where that came from!” She filled the glass again.

“Heheh, yeah, sure there is sweetie.” Stan scooted her away and took a seat opposite of their guest. “Don’t give ‘em too much at once, kiddo, we want ‘em to savor it!”

Mabel nodded sagely. “That is so true. Let me know when you’re ready for more, Mr. Temlin.”

“Alright, alright, you kids run along. Me and Bigwig here are gonna talk business.”

The kids left with only minor protests. Ford was still standing in the doorway, trying to wrap his head around what he’d just witnessed. 

“Ford, didn’t you have some sort of big project you were workin’ on?” Stan asked his brother pointedly.

“Hmm? Oh, no, nothing particularly urgent, at least….” 

Stan shot his brother a significant glare.

“Oh! Oh, yes, I do have er, temporal disturbances to, ah, compare. Just… let me know when you’re done.”

“Now.” Stan said slyly as he sat across from the Temlin Emissary and steepled his fingers. “About this competition…”

*  *  *

“Champion Linkara, the time has come to set your first contest.” The hooded hologram declared. “While for this round, the decision ultimately rests with your opponent, you will be granted time to meet together and discuss the conditions of the competition. Speak aloud your readiness to begin the meeting, and it shall be done.”

“What, right now?” Harvey wondered incredulously.

“Eh, no time like the present.” Linkara reasoned. “So, is he coming here, or am I going there?”

“Champion Stanley Pines has agreed to meet in this location. He has also requested permission to bring a guest. Do you find this acceptable?”

“Sure, why not.” Linkara shrugged.

With a shimmer, the hologram disappeared, and two nearly identical old men took its place. They were both tall, broad-shouldered, and square jawed, with large ears, bulbous noses, and fluffy grey hair. One word a navy blue hoodie, the other a dark brown fisherman’s coat and a red beanie.

“Huh, not what I was expecting.” The one in the beanie grunted. “Just looks like someone’s basement. I thought the file said this guy had a spaceship.”

“I do, it’s undergoing some repairs right now.” Linkara stepped forward and extended a hand in greeting. “So, which one of you is Stanley Pines?”

The one in the hoodie gave him a piercing look, but the one in the beanie grinned and accepted the handshake. “That’s me. You can just call me Stan. This here’s my brother, Ford.”

Ford was looking around at Linkara’s gathered team. His gaze lingered on Linksano and Harvey. “Triplets, I presume? Incredible, what are the odds that two Champions from sets of multiples would end up competing against each other?”

“Whaddaya mean, triplets?” Harvey asked in confusion.

“Oh, come on, you three look even more alike than me an’ Ford, and we’re twins!” Stan scoffed.

“No we don’t!” Linksano protested. “I wear goggles, and he wears a hat!”

“What hat?” Linkara asked innocently.

“Yeah, you two wish you were as good lookin’ as me.” Harvey quipped. 

“Er, weren’t we supposed to be setting the terms of your first match?” Pollo reminded them.

“Remarkable! Are you a sentient robot?” Ford leaned down for a closer look.

“Yes, and like most sentient beings, I don’t enjoy being stared at.”

“O-oh, of course!” Ford quickly folded his arms behind his back. “I apologize.”

“Uh, anyway, about that contest thing…” Stan steered the conversation back to the point. “I already talked with those Temlin guys, and it’s gonna be dirty boxing! They promised us a ring an’ everything!”

“What!?” Linkara protested. “How the h___ is dirty boxing a fair and reasonable battle? It has dirty in the name!”

“No hard feelin’s, kid, but you’re half my age, I need all the advantages I can get!” Stan defended. “‘Sides, I’ve read your file, I know you’ve got some experience fightin’ hand-to-hand.”

“I’ve read your file too, you used to be a professional prize fighter!”

“Tch, yeah, when I was in my 20’s. An’ it didn’t last long, believe me.”

“I thought the whole point of this meeting was to discuss the terms of the fight and come to an agreement!”

“Eh, that’s more of a formality than anything.” Jaeris clarified. “Since the final decision rests with whoever the Temlins chose, this time’s more for sizin’ each other up than convincin’ the other guy to even the playing field.”

“So what, whoever gets to pick the contest is basically guaranteed victory!?”

“Eh, not necessarily.” Jaeris corrected. “I didn’t get to pick my first round neither, an’ I still managed to come out on top by outsmartin’ my opponent.”

“Yeah, good luck with that, bucko.” Stan smirked.

“Stanley, don’t antagonize the man.” Ford chided him. “You’ve already literally given him an excuse to punch you in the face.”

“That’s the idea, genius.” Stan rolled his eyes. “But seriously, good luck with your preparations and stuff. I’m lookin’ forward to the fight, should be fun.” He grinned warmly at his opponent. “So, uh, are we done here? How do we get back to the boat?”

The air around them shimmered, and they disappeared just as quickly as they’d arrived in the first place.

“...He seemed nice.” Jaeris commented after they’d left. “H___ of a lot nicer than my first opponent, that’s for sure.”

“Oh yeah, perfectly nice!” Linkara agreed with false cheer. “If you ignore the fact that he’s basically been given permission to cheat. What a load of bullcrap!” 

“You’re not going to give up just because your opponent has an unfair advantage, are you?” Pollo asked. 

“Oh no, I told you guys, I’m in it to win it.” the comic reviewer assured them. “I just need someone to complain to.”

“I mean, I guess you could try and file a complaint with the Temlins, but I wouldn’t count on it makin’ any difference.” Jaeris said.

“Alright. Dr. Linksano, could you start drafting a complaint letter?”

“I’m a mad scientist, not your secretary!”

“I’ll pay you by the word.”

“Deal.”

“In the meantime, if I’m gonna beat this guy, I am going to need a really great training montage!”

* * *

The day of the first round came. Both parties were teleported to a boxing ring that had been set up within the Temlins’ stadium. Linkara and his crew were set up in the green corner, while Stan and his brother were in the red. 

“Why are both of you fully dressed?” Linksano asked. “Don’t boxers usually just wear a pair of shorts?”

“You really think folks wanna see two outta shape guys fight topless?” Stan reasoned.

“Well, yes. Many people throughout the multiverse are very into that!”

“If you both feel more comfortable keepin’ your shirts on, then that’s the fight the Temlins are gonna put on.” Jaeris said.

“Contestants, enter the ring to begin your first round in the Contest of Champions!” The Temlins’ holographic envoy commanded.

Stan and Linkara both climbed into the ring, meeting in the center to shake hands and exchange pleasantries.

“So, uh, how long’s it been for you?” Stan asked.

“Eh, a couple of months. You?”

“Almost a year and a half. I almost forgot about this whole thing!”

“The contestants are in place. Fight with honor, fight with pride, most of all, fight well. Begin!”

“Kick his a__ kid!” Harvey cheered.

“You can do it, Stanley! Show him what the Pines family is made of!” Ford encouraged.

Stan made the first blow with a quick pop to the stomach and followed up by stepping on his opponent’s leading foot. 

“...oww…” Linkara groaned and reeled back a step or two, but otherwise looked as ready as ever.

Stan raised an eyebrow in surprise. He’d expected the out-of-shape comic reviewer to be a push-over, but the guy could take more punishment than he thought.

Linkara landed a haymaker square in Stan’s chest. It was clear the kid had no form and no training, but he certainly packed a wallop. 

They exchanged more sloppy blows. Most of the time, Stan didn’t have any trouble blocking the kid’s punches, but some of them were so wild and out there that he either didn’t see them coming or didn’t know how to block them.

“I AM A MAN!!” Linkara shouted, and despite the fact that it was as clearly telegraphed as possible, the punch was somehow impossible to block. The blow knocked Stan onto his back, and he was pretty sure there’d been a flash of light and some sound effects.

“What the heck was that!?” Stan quickly pulled himself up off the mat before the ref could ring the bell on him. 

“I dunno, it does something different every time.” Linkara shrugged.

Stan squared his shoulders. It was time to end this. “Left Hook!” He wound up and socked the guy right in the jaw. The blow was actually enough to spin the comic reviewer on his heel, and he fell to the floor.

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1… It’s a knockout!” The ref declared.

Stan stood over his defeated opponent. “You ok, kid?” He asked, offering a hand up.

“...and tha’s why Pow-Rangers Megforssss.... Iz zah bes’ seezin of all…” The comic review offered only a slurred non-sequitur as a reply. 

“Champion Linkara is unable to continue the fight! This match goes to--” The ref was about to hold Stan’s hand aloft in victory, when another Temlin Emissary, this one clearly different from the first, appeared.

“Stop these proceedings at once!” The hologram commanded with a booming voice. “There is reason to believe that Champion Stanley Pines bribed one of the Temlin Judges in order to receive an unfair advantage in this contest!”

“Ha! What? I dunno what this guy’s talkin’ about!” Stan insisted nervously. “I don’t even know what a bribe is!”

“How could anyone possibly bribe the Temlins? They’re all-powerful!” Ford asked. “I know Stan is quite the charmer, but what could my brother possibly offer them as a bribe?”

“A good question. We never would have guessed it was possible either, but Champion Linkara filed an official complaint. As we looked into his concerns, we found that our representative sent to determine the first competition with Champion Stanley Pines made themself unobservable for approximately 10 Earth Minutes. As for what Champion Stanley could have offered as a bribe, the answer is as simple as it is shocking: A new experience.” 

“What the h___ is that supposed to mean?” Harvey asked.

“The Temlins started this competition because they were bored with all their limitless power.” Jaeris recalled. “So if this guy was really able to show them somethin’ new, that might actually be enough to work as a bribe!”

“When we further investigated the representative in question, we found them in possession of a large quantity of a heretofore unknown beverage called Mabel Juice. Upon interrogation, the representative confessed to accepting the beverage in exchange for approving ‘Dirty Boxing’ as the round’s competition.”

“Dang it, should’ve known that alien jerk would rat me out.” Stan muttered under his breath.

“As a consequence, the representative has been suspended from duty, and Champion Stanley has been disqualified from the Contest of Champions.”

“And you guys couldn’t have disqualified him before he beat me up?” Linkara asked incredulously as he picked himself up off the mat.

“The match was already set to be broadcast, and there was no alternative to fill the time slot.”

“So, what, this guy wins after all?” Stan pointed to his opponent.

“Champion Linkara will be assigned a new opponent for his first round. We shall choose another Champion who had previously been in consideration for this tournament.”

“Oh come on! So I have to fight two first rounds!?” Linkara complained. 

“We shall inform you when your new opponent has been chosen.” The Temlin emissary continued as if they hadn’t heard him, before disappearing.

“So, uh, no hard feelings?” Stan grinned sheepishly, extending a handshake to Linkara.

“Yes! Yes, some hard feelings!” Linkara shouted at him.

“Welp, that’s my cue to get outta here. C’mon Ford!”

The elder Pines twins ducked into a portal back to the Stan’O’War II before the comic reviewer completely lost his temper. They sat down at the table and shared a hearty laugh.

Ford shook his head. “Stan, you’re the only person I know who could possibly bribe a race of all-powerful beings, and get away with it."

"Didn't quite get away with it, did I?" Stan shook his head. 

“Well, you may have been disqualified, but you weren’t zapped or banished to a featureless void, which is more than most people who have crossed the Temlins can say.”

Stan grinned. “Heh, well, that might’ve been because they all want a shot at trying Mabel Juice. I’d better call her. Somethin’ tells me she’s gonna get some extra-dimensional visitors in the near future.”

[fauslayer]

going to talk about my cringe scrimblo rq like i said i would at the end of that long ask o7 dr. insano posting under the cut

i have decided that i am doing ALL of them

✚  HEALTH :

I’m not going to call Dr. Insano the sickest motherfucker on Tbe Planet Earth, but I do think he gets ill a lot more than people usually do and I think a lot of the time it is his own damn fault. I’m not forgetting the murky ooze incident no matter how much I beg to.

I think his eyes are kind of messed up, as well. He’s almost entirely blind without his goggles, and his vision without them gets worse depending on how fucked up hypertime is trying to be today.

♕  CHILDHOOD :

There is no childhood, only Insano. Bwuhhhh.

Bits aside, Wayne was a stupid little cringe baby, and I count him as a Lil’ ‘Sano of sorts.. We have documented evidence of his childhood, and proof that he only got worse. I don’t think Wayne Schlumper in his adult years necessarily requires sympathy, but I think the home that spat out (a large fragment of) Insano and Linksano probably wasn’t as inwardly pleasant as the dress shirts and sweater vests would show outwardly. Incredibly smart, incredibly annoying suburban science kids that were placated with expensive toys by parents that didn’t care for their well-being. I always imagine that ‘nette, in their youth, was the only person that really ever tried being nice to the booth of them, until she couldn’t anymore. And while Oscar stopped, reflected, Wayne kept going into the obsession that would tear him into tiny, infinitesimal pieces.

I think if I were him, I would be thankful for that to only be real maybe once a week. But then I think about Wayne having to exist in what is essentially a hivemind of himself, and yet most of them are better than him. And it’s like huh. Fun.

✿  HAPPINESS :

Insano is a man of relatively simple pleasures. He wants world domination, he wants crazy amounts of sex. He’s a guy that gets bored really easily, impatient very easy, and generally just needs to get out of the house. I think that’s fun.

But I also like when we get more scenes of him as a person moreso than him as an archetypal supervillain. The sort of mutual hate-disgust he and Spoony had with each other at the start growing into Insano being genuinely delighted at saving him from certain death (or eternal torment, either one) makes me smile. Same with how he clearly loves his son very much. I like the little sense of family that the TSE goons have.

I think he’s happy when he gets to see Jaeris in pain btw.

␛  ANGER :

God’s pettiest, most petulant creature, thy name is Doctor Fucking Insano. Incredibly whiny to the point of tantrums all the time (this is just an observation of what’s onscreen), constantly screaming and howling at whatever’s causing him any issue. He has horrible anger problems, mostly.

I think they were starting to sort of chill out the farther TSE got, though, so I like to think the whole situation with Spoony was sort of sucking the rage out of him. Your funny little guy going missing, or worse, was kind of a bigger deal, and I think him not reacting to it with cartoonish rage, but genuine solemnity shows how important his stupid little goon was to him.

That being said, once more, I think he’s happy when he gets to see Jaeris in pain. I have nothing personal against Jaeris but I sooooo think he does. He thinks that cowboy is getting his sloppy seconds when he didn’t even really get the fresh firsts.

♆  BODY :

I talked about his eyes a second ago, but I like to think Insano is kind of stupid riddled with scars (mostly burns and the like). He’s been shot in the chest a shitton, most notably with a magic gun, and if we’re to take a certain murky ooze incident into account, he does incredibly unsafe shit in his lab regularly, to the detriment of his physical health.

It’s impossible to keep track of his scars, though, since they like to shuffle a bit depending on how hypertime is feeling. Clonesano doesn’t really have any of the scars, or at least as many, compared to Bonafide Earth-4W Doctor Insano’s (recognized as such pre-hypertime fuckery) carefully cultured collection. I’d like to keep the chest scars somewhat consistent, though. Linkara is an important part of his life, and all.

ϡ  MENTAL STATE :

Jesus fuck

ღ  LOVE / SEXUALITY :

Mr. Clumsily Confirmed Bisexual, I also always see him as genderfluid.

†  RELIGION :

I think Insano only really believes in a god if he’s trying to get Linkara to text him back (it won’t work), or if he’s cursing it’s name at his own existence while having a bad one. On the other hand, there’s also the days where he’s his own God. He definitely has a God complex at the least, and seems quite comfortable in this fact. What else would you call a Champion of a concept, anyways?

✄ PET PEEVE :

I’m keeping the canon answer. The fact that he hate hate HATES Ferris Bueller’s Day Off because the title character essentially does everything he wants to do but gets no shit for it is fucking hilarious. Doctor. Have you tried not being cringe. You fuckhead.

☂  FOOD :

Unhealthy, unhealthy, unhealthy. Junk food, can food, and freezer food addict simply on the basis that he’ll forget what he has around and needs it not to spoil. Despite this, will go days without actual meals, and will steal snacks from Spoony as he sees fit (not even on necessity, either).

I also think he gets really into projects with making food, though. Like yogurt and bread and pickled vegetables, shit like that, but he’s just really into it to the point where’s he’s genetically engineering his own cucumbers for his spicy pickled vegetable medley and it’s a whole ordeal that makes the house smell like vinegar for weeks. He also makes sure to feed his son well (and in emergency situations, like the fridge moment, instruct Spoony on how to do so as well).

ty lol

[year2000electronics]

based on the characters you like may i pitch you dr. linksano? just as smth to hold fondly in your brain

with the doctor honorific and the picture i see looking him up this is definitely a mad doctor. you know me so well

[missfinefeather]

Oh! It’s Dr. Horrible!

Or Dr. Insano.

Honestly, I only went with Horrible because he looked jealous at Borat and Limewire’s relationship, but he could be more an Insano.

Gog, remember when SpoonyOne was still relevant?

Remember when Dr. Insano had a gazillion rip off characters? Like Atop the Forth Wall had Linksano, and... I think Quentin Reviews had one...

I’m blanking on examples.