#google green

[justyoursicanon]

Headcanons I wrote weeks ago but didn't have time to post until now

📌 Google Red is a research extension, Google Yellow is an organizer/reminder extension, and Google Green is an in-general assistant.

📌 Google Red is usually seen as the 'angry' version of Google, but is actually the Google extension who shows more emotions rather than just anger.

Red usually gets frustrated whenever he is unable to make time or schedule his amount of time for research.

He prefers to be prepared with research and notes already taken down before he engages in anything else. Such as researching victims for Bim's show (referencing to my last ego headcanon post)

📌 Google Green usually assists Wilford and Bim in the studio with their interviews and gameshows.

📌 Half of the time, the extensions call Google "Primary" or "Primary Source".

📌 The youngest egos are Yandere, Heist Mark, and Eric.

Yandere is in her early 20s

Heist is in his mid 20s

And Eric is in his late 20s to early 30s

📌 Yandere uses the file of a nail cutter as a small, quick weapon when needed.

📌 Stan the Water Man ALWAYS waters the garden.

Keeps both the Egos and the plants hydrated at all times.

📌 Wilford breaks the fourth wall unknowingly.

Dark can too, he just doesn't care.

📌 Bing does 'your mom' jokes

(This one is just for shits and giggles)

[forcemetoartplease]

Incorrect Quotes from my life!

This is the only one I actually like. Some old quotes from an old work.

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Unus: Is a chipmunk microscopic?

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Remus: I'm the ketchup queen!

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Iplier: We learned about the Holocaust freshman year I think.

King: But, did you learn about slavery?

Iplier: Well, slavery's an American thing.

King: The Holocaust was an American thing..

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Patton: Roman, *points at Remus* what's his name?

Roman: ..Remus?

Patton: Logan told me you said you didn't know his name.

Roman: He was yelling at me! Like, "WHATS HIS NAME" and I was like "I-I don't know!"

Janus: Why was Logan yelling at Remus?

Virgil: He was snorting crackers.

Patton: 😦

Janus: 😦

Remus: ..They were Pringles..

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Dark: Don't pack up, you would have to wait there for ten minutes and the only person that stands at the door for ten minutes is Jesus.

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Mike: I wish I was homeless.

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Bim: *To Heapass* You're gonna die how a hamster dies; get stuck in the microwave somehow.

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King: Stop throwing sandwiches at me!

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Dark: *Leaves meeting to grab something*

Green: *Moves to Darks chair*

Oliver: What are you doing?

Green: Shhhhh *slowly holds up crock threateningly*

Oliver: *Holds up both his shoes* Shhh

Green: *Holds up other shoe* Shhhh

Bing: *Gives Oliver his shoe*

Oliver: *Now threateningly holding up three shoes*

Green: Crap! Wilford, gimme your-

Dark: What in the name of-

Green: *Shreaks and drops shoes*

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Remus: I'm an attack helicopter tchwtchw.

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Iplier: I was racists in first grade

[gotta-big-ego]

Are there any Bingle lovers still with us? Because if there is, I just got done with a fluffy Bingle fic based off of this cute post/art, if you were interested!

[doctordiscord123]

Google = Maverick

Google Red = Adam

Google Green = Elijah

Google Yellow = Oliver

[lostcybertronian]

Hm hm...there is never enough love for these two guys together soooo how about "you wont like the truth" with bingiplier and the host perhaps ?

Egotober - Day 24

Prompt: Fire / "You won't like the truth."

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They sat in a loose group at his feet, hanging on to every word as the most captivating story yet drifted through the warm, book-smelling air, floating like they didn’t hold the weight of the grotesque. 

“The subject stole the Author’s machete, thoroughly ruining the story he’d written. He swung it wildly in the Author’s direction, forcing him to back up, to shout. Then he turned and ran into the woods. The Author searched and searched, picking up his trail like a bloodhound with a scent, but he never did find his subject again.” The Host sat back in his wooden chair, its rickety legs creaking under his weight, and crossed his arms, dipping his chin to his chest. Sitting on the floor next to him was Dr. Iplier, leaning his head against the Host’s leg. He wore a thick, cable-knit sweater, and was clearly half-asleep. Still, he said, “I remember. It took you two weeks to get over that.”

From the back of the group, Google Red piped up, “I’m detecting a falsehood.”

“The Author rarely lost his subjects.” Green added, and Blue supplemented with, “And you’re arrogant enough to refuse to tell us such stories.”

“What’s the real story?” Bing asked, leaning forward and draping his arms over his folded legs. Bim nodded in assent. “You can’t hold out on us, bro.”

Dr. Iplier sat up a little straighter, suddenly looking more awake. He glanced at the Host; they both knew the Author had caught his subject. He’d then set the subject on fire and left him in the middle of the forest to burn.

The group waited, but the Host only shrugged. “You wouldn’t like the truth.”

Then, before anyone could protest, he launched into another story.

[naturalhandcraftedsoap]

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[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

tfw your brother thinks he is the braincell of the group but he most definitely is NOT

Thanks to @uncleskyrule’s tags on this post

Closeups! And a messier sketch of vio in the same pose that I didn’t end up using lol

Also. I’ve never really posted something with lots of blood before… should I add a version without blood, too? I’m not sure how bad this is XD

[bet-on-me-13]

Why are there so many gods here?

SO! One day, the Eternal Trio decided to Check if they had ant past lives using Magic.

They already knew that Tucker was the Reincarnation of some Pharoah, so maybe they were also some historical figures in a last life.

It does not go as expected.

Danny finds out that he was the Ancient of Space, and the reason Clockwork was so invested in keeping him from being erased from Time is because he's his Brother apparently.

Sam finds out that she was the Embodiment of The Green, and Undergrowths attempt at Adopting her was some scheme to become the Parent of his used-to-be Queen while she was in Mortal Form, therefore overthrowing her.

Tucker finds out that Duulaman was just one in a long line of the Reincarnations of the Sun God Ra, and that he had been quite a few more historical figures in the Past.

They were surprised to figure this out, but then they got curious.

They tested the Spell out on Jazz, and found that she used to be an Amazonian Goddess, alongside Pandora.

They test it on Dash, and find that he used to be Hermes, God of Travel and Speed.

Ellie was an Embodiment of something called the Speed Force, who was also a child of Space before their rebirth, apparently.

They slowly realize that almost every person of note in Amity Park is the Reincarnation of some kind of God or Spirit. And none of them seem to realize that.

Why are there so many reborn Gods in this town?

...

Constantine is actually asking himself the EXACT same question at that very moment, after a botched teleportation spell landed him in Amity Park.

[apofiss]

When it comes to green tones these two Live Wallpapers are my current favorites, both, illustration and how parallax works on these /ᐠ o ˕ oマ🍀🍃₊˚⊹♡ …these will work on Android devices only. Download LINK! ^_^

[sgtpeppers]

Beatles in Colour → John Lennon in GREEN For @electricnormanbates

[greenpeathonk]

Pretty 🌺

💬

SÉRIO ISSO FICOU TÃO FOFO

Peguei a ideia desse post aqui ⤵️

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny stared at his nemesis, slowing his walk to a complete stop.

“Don’t,” he pleaded.

The devil incarnate glared back at him, somehow conveying its disdain, disinterest, and malicious intent in one cold stare.

“I swear to Ancients-!”

Mr. Muffins, Jazz’s college cat, meowed loudly and slapped the glass off of the counter.

“No!” Danny dove at the glass, skidding across the tile just in time to catch Jazz’ favorite cup as tipped over and plummeted towards the cold hard floor. “Oh my- you little devil! Mr. Muffins, you little shit!”

Mr. Muffins flicked a tail and sat down calmly as Danny sprung back up to place the cup into the sink.

“You stinky bastard, Jazz would have killed me!”

Danny picked the cat up and held him by the armpits, dangling the cat. Mr. Muffins, no longer simply disdainful, meowed loudly and tried to wiggle away.

“Listen, here, Mr. Muffins- ah! No, you’re not allowed to run away! You have to take responsibility for your actions,” Danny slipped into Ghost Speak as he lectured Mr. Muffins, a rather harried look smushed across his face. He didn’t hear the door open, but he did hear Jazz call out to him.

“Danny, stop bullying Mr. Muffins!”

“Maybe if you parented Mr. Muffins right, he wouldn’t be trying to knock your favorite cup all over the place! If it weren’t for me,” Danny swayed Mr. Muffins, who had become docile as he caught sight of Jazz, like a fluffy and long pendulum. “Your cup would be pieces all over the floor right now!”

Jazz tossed her keys onto the table. “Right… and that definitely didn’t have anything to do with you putting your cup too close to the edge like I told you not to?”

Danny stared at her, mouth gaping in offense. Alright, so it did have to do with that, but it was offensive how fast she came to that conclusion. Danny said as much to Jazz, who smirked and plucked her cat from his grip.

“Have you considered that you’re easily predictable, dork?” Jazz cuddled Mr. Muffins, who was purring up a storm, and walked towards her room.

“Rude! Are you calling me basic?”

“If the shoes fit, Danny-O!” Jazz hollered back. Mr. Muffins mewed as if to punctuate her sentence.

“I hate that cat,” Danny grumbled, grinning fondly. “Now that you’re back, I’m gonna go visit Tim and Tucker! They’re over at Tucker’s for a project!”

“Kay!” Jazz yelled back. “Don’t run into to much trouble and be back before three A.M.!”

“Yes, mother!” Danny put on his shoes and started walking.

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Danny, along with a handful of dumbstruck civilians, stared down at the unconscious clown. Then, they stared at Danny’s hand in shock and awe. Danny too, stared at his own hand, but in abject betrayal.

“Shit. Jazz is gonna kill me.” He mumbled, pulling out his phone.

“Hey, Tucker. Yeah, sorry, I’m gonna be late.” Danny paused, glancing back down at the clown, up at the still shocked goons, and sighed. “I- uh, knocked out the Joker by accident. Maybe broke his nose.”

Danny heard Tim’s muffled “WHAT?!” and silently concurred because what? He thought villains in Gotham were made of sturdier stuff?!

“Can you tell Jazz? I gotta,” Danny held up the phone, so it could pick up the loud sirens approaching his position. “Deal with the cops.”

Danny pouted as Tucker laughed at him.

[lostcybertronian]

"Because I care about you, okay?" with reader confessing their love to Google? 👉👈

Prompt: “Because I care about you.”

By his calculations, it made no logical sense. He was the prototype Google IRL model, the first and least human of four models released for a failed project that had long since been forgotten about. 

Why would you take an interest in him?

“That’s insecurity,” Red said from somewhere to his left, and Blue rolled his remaining neon eye. Red was the second, and was updated to be able to name emotions, but he couldn’t feel them. He took some pleasure in naming what little emotion his sibling models experienced. “It is appropriate in situations such as these to do what humans call ‘communicate.’”

Blue leveled him with a glare. Red’s missing lower jaw sparked at the mouth and he deferred, shifting closer to Green, who had shut down from stress. They were all damaged in some form or another, courtesy of a massively failed upgrade. Oliver, for his part, was missing an arm. They were going to have to wait for Dark and Wilford to come in order to be fixed.

“What the fuck happened?” You appeared in the doorway to the hub, eyes widening almost comically as you took in the carnage. “Are you- are you okay?”

“Okay is a human term,” Blue informed her coolly. “We are functional, and will likely continue to remain so.”

“Oh.” You relaxed, and ambled over, sitting down next to Blue. You had this habit of flaunting boundaries others wouldn’t dare cross, and he was reminded of this as you reached up to gently touch his damaged eye. Red thought it was bold. Oliver thought it was endearing.

Blue wasn’t sure what to think. “Surely, you have other things to be doing.”

You shrugged. “I’d rather be with you.”

“Why?” Blue asked, at the same time Red muttered, “shock and surprise.”

You blinked. “Because I care about you.” Then, you leaned closer, squinting at his eye. “Now hold still, I bet I can rewire this.”

[enter-the-bear-circle]

Welcome to Sanremo 2025 green carpet! We have:

A grieving widow at the funeral of her 5th husband

Unconventional bride

Unconventional bride's bride

Your aunt and uncle on a date night

Miley Cyrus

10 y.o. girl raiding mom's closet

10 y.o. boy raiding mom's closet

Hailey Williams in her best era

Mom warned you about them

How dare you question my emotional support medieval helmet?!!

Enjoy your stay!

[lionfloss]

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[forbeswho]