#buzz and delete

[11cleyvaart]

This toxic relationship that came back to me after years of it being asleep. Felt like drawing them for the fun of it, been years since I have.

[ravenlynclemens]

hacker's internalized homophobia

[cartoondrawer]

(P.S, these aren’t my final sketches and these aren’t all the villains!)

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

They are doing online bullying or something. A bit of a lazy doodle this morning but I love these henchmen sm. Cyberchase is a legendary show ngl.

[loudlyhappycupcake]

What if the hacker made wish instead of Betty part 4

@shironezuninja @golb @gothymaddieppg

@kuskicanlove @untitled14360 @cipedor

@collector-noceda-clawthorne @wolfie245

@cartoonfan21 @adriennsposts @waltdiegi

-rodriguez-theartist @sakulovejulius12

@d-blue02 @snoopierdass @evander2511

@wisefestivalloverpatrol @minijenn @buy

-some-motherfuckin-apples-iv @jazzyrazzy157

@jademz1711 @nevaehjwilliamsvaeh @sonicasonic

@aamericanotaku @miniaturejudgeturkeytree

@roselyn-writing @daydream358

@ladysegagenesis @entinullbutno

@enchantedchocolatebars @torkmadox20

@ppgdaily @ladysegagenesis @gametoon

@coldplayfangirl16 @bitter-yet-civilized @homuncvlus @sonicasonic

[princess-draws]

When they took the powerful red gem from Happily Ever After. As when it transfers the energy into The Hacker thinking about being a powerful borg but instead he transformed into a monstrous dragon

What have we done?

Hacker: Hehehe Buzz, Delete where is that gem?

Buzz: Right here, Boss!

Delete: Jazz has got it!

Jazz: Here it is, Hackie Just for you

Hacker: At last. This gem is finally mine! *he then takes the gem from Jazz’s hand* Now I shall take over cyberspace for sure

Delete: Are you sure about this boss?

Hacker: Of course I am sure you robotic duncebucket! With this gem I will be unstoppable and now time for a test! *he rubs the gem until it glows red and the energy transfer into him* Oh yes! I can feel it! I can feel the energy into me *chuckles*

Jazz: Did it work?

Then couple of minutes nothing happened

Buzz: I don’t think it’s working boss!

Delete: Are you sure you got the right gem, sis?

Jazz: Sure I did. I got what he asked for

Hacker: You duncebuckets! You got me the wrong gem! Go fetch me the right one now! *growls*

He growls and his eyes turn gold two droids and the girl were shocked

Buzz: Sis, what did you do to the boss?

Delete: Hey boss…. You got a tail

Hacker: What? *looks behind and grows a tail of a dragon* Rosaheart, what type of gem is this?!

Jazz: Uh oh… this isn’t a power gem, this is a dragon gem once you rub gem you will have a dragon form. This is not good!

Delete: Is there another way to change the boss back?

Jazz: I don’t think so

Buzz: Dede, can we go now? I’m getting scared

Hacker: *grows horns and begins to change form*

Delete: Good idea!

They both run away as Hacker‘s Dragon transformation is complete and they all hide in the forest

Jazz: We gonna change hacker back into his normal self otherwise he’s gonna do something bad

Delete: But how are you gonna do that?!

Jazz: The Cybersquads will help us how to reverse it

Buzz: You still have that necklace thingy?

Jazz: Sure do. Let’s go to the Control Central and contract Motherboard *uses her amulet to transform into a dragoness*

Buzz and Delete both hopped on and Jazz flies up soaring to the sky and flies to Control Central

[keferon]

could you share the adhd lifehacks please T_T

I have a feeling you’re not gonna like my lifehack it’s kinda unhinged

If I get stuck while writing I invite other people to watch me. Like writing in real time. Because the thought of a bunch of strangers waiting for the next sentence is enough to give my brain the constant sense of urgency and switch it into crazy-fast-productive mode.

I also almost never plan what I’m gonna write in advance because my stupid brain likes the constant sense of novelty as well. Everything is pure improv from start to finish.

Whenever I try to explain this method to other writers they get horrified ahahah I imagine for most of them writing is more of a private activity

[teawreckss]

hmmm cobel inventing/developing the severance procedure as this orphaned child laborer at the OSHA noncompliant ether factory. something something about grief being the motivator for both mark and cobel

[miki-13]

Also, Buzz needs therapy particularly for his self esteem and doubt.

Because a lot of the conflict between him and Delete lately have been centered on Delete separating from him. But because Buzz feels like Delete would be better off without him, it creates a loop of Delete vibing with someone or something different, worrying about being left alone or forgotten and Delete coming back because he couldn't leave Buzz behind.

Yet Buzz remains with Hacker and can't even imagine leaving with Delete. Why? Most likely because he doesn't believe he could thrive like Delete does and bond with people like the cybersquad. He'd always feel inadequate.

So yeah, Buzz in therapy.

Also Delete.

Things that would fix Buzz and Delete:

gay relationship

a union

things that would not fix them:

pretty much everything hacker’s ever done to get them to cooperate

[beesgav]

I'm a little surprised I haven't seen anyone do this before

[cartoondrawer]

I sometimes think my favorite characters (mostly villains) would be cool to be friends with but then I remember I’m a weirdass teen..so they would probably DESPISE ME..

(The characters in question)

Genuinely I think the only ones who would be nice to me would be Dabio and possibly Rex and Dr Fry..?

(There’s a lot more lol..)

(I would literally annoy the shit out of them with the way I act…LMAO..)

[king-minty]

[festerjesterr]

something something that trope where one thinks the other dies/is extremely injured/etc and goes apeshit

[oomelet]

My fandom rotation has come into full circle

[tuhhadkeryo]

Purple Liquor

I figured I'd start posting a bit more of my writing here :)

The near empty bottle of vodka dangled uselessly from his fingers. The glass neck was slimy with his own slobber. Hacker had lost control of his basic motor functions a long time ago, but his grip stayed tight on the only thing that gave him life right now. 

His mind was bleary. His thoughts bounced dully inside of his pounding head before it seemed like they fell out. If he tried to collect himself, all he would hear inside his mind would be the laughter. 

He’d lost. Again. 

He didn’t even know why he’d felt so surprised.

And so he simply chose not to think. The bottle tilted up and moisture reached his mouth. The taste was long dulled by his drunkenness, but his throat burned as he swallowed sloppily. A satisfied sigh left his chest.  

He clipped his shoulder hard on the doorframe. Was that doorway always so small? He stopped to glare at it beside him, but his gaze couldn’t seem to focus. His eyelids were so heavy. Hacker wasn’t even sure which way this door led to until the bitter cold air of his prison invaded his nostrils. 

Boots stumbled and dragged on rough ground, catching on pebbles and jagged roots. He peered down his nose at the puffs of vapor from his breath until he felt cross eyed. 

Purple used to be his favorite color. But purple on the ground, seared across the sky, painted across the landscape…Hacker could puke looking at it now. Or maybe that was the alcohol. 

Another hard swallow of the liquor. It could quite possibly be from his current state, but the mountains ahead of him stretched awfully far into the sky. He sneered. Their stature was impressive, but the rock was soft. Crumbling. They wouldn’t even be a landmark soon. They - Mount Rigoletto, Etney, and Julius, despite being supposedly immovable statues of nature and code, served no better purpose than trodding ground for the matted-fur mountain goats that shat upon them. 

Hacker wretched at the thought of the goats, his mindless wandering harshly interrupted by the primal need to bend over, clutching at his spasming core. This whole dismal site displayed similar traits. The trees bore no fruit or leaves of any kind, but they refused to be felled, stubbornly holding fast to the rock-hard ground. The acids they had soaked in over time made burning them fatal. 

The moonlight flashed against the glass, the bottle lifting once more. There was no heat or life-giving sun rays here. Only dry, treacherous ditches where there used to be streams of water. 

“This miserable piece of lint site,” Hacker spat, wiping vodka off his chin with a rough swipe of his knuckles.

He took some kind of misstep and swayed on clumsy feet. He glanced about the barren area, hoping nobody had seen, taking care not to twist too fast. He felt dizzy. Yes, he was alone. Hacker tried to chuckle but all that came out was a wheeze. He’d forgotten he’d sent Buzz and Delete away. 

Why should they stay? This dismal desert place was all he’d ever rule, and his subjects, hairy, smelly goats and sand spiders. No, they could leave him alone, just as he’d always be. 

Hazy memories overtook his vision. Empty threats, broken promises, meaningless lies, uncontrollable anger. Even with all of his determination, his intelligence, and cunning, he always was sent staggering back to fall onto the rough, lifeless, purple ground. 

Shaking green hands raised the bottle to his lips. The moon’s reflection in the glass stung his eyes, making them water. Nothing quenched his need to drown himself. Through the moisture in his eyes, he could see that his liquor was all gone. 

A guttural scream split the air. The glass flung from his cold, nearly numb fingers in a burst of violent rage and shattered upon the dirt. The crunching of the shards against the ground amplified his uneven footsteps. The sound filled him with hatred. Why, he probably looked like a cad, like a toddler learning how to walk, like…a drunk. 

“I’m not drunk!” Hacker yelled. 

But Hacker knew he was. He just couldn’t see right, no matter how he squinted. His insides churned and his movements didn’t feel like his own. And he was alone. 

“I’m not drunk!” he bellowed again. He didn’t even know why. 

Not even his own voice would echo back to him from those shadowy purple mountains. 

He sunk to the dirt, an overwhelming flow of emotion rising in his chest. He watched his own fingernails scrape through the pebbles, trembling as his hands lifted the powdery soil. His hands, built for work from building, to delicate circuitry, to binding difficult metals, now as useless as the mirage of wildlife in front of him. His drunkenness only worsened the shaking and loss of control from his power depletion. His eyes stung again as dread built to a knot in his throat, a harsh truth realized. He fit in here. 

Hacker whispered so quietly he hardly was even sure he said it out loud. “I belong here.”

The air felt still and tense as Buzz watched the larger cyborg’s shoulders shudder. Sobs reached his audio receptors even from this distance. While he was no stranger to his boss’s fits, it still felt wrong somehow to watch as Hacker sank impossibly closer to the ground. He should’ve thought to hide their alcohol somewhere after this scheme’s failure. 

“Buzzy…shouldn’t we go help ‘im?” Delete’s voice was a harsh whisper. 

Buzz glanced beside him. The younger bot was curled up tight against the rock, trembling from fear and from the freezing wind that was particularly vengeful today. He peered over the top, wary of their boss’s wrath should he catch them despite his wish to comfort him. 

“Nah. ‘Da boss told us to leave. He wants to be alone.” 

“I thought he fired us.” 

Buzz rolled his eyes. “He always says ‘dat. He just wants to be alone.” Hacker had sounded particularly meaningful this time, his tone strangely depressed and his order missing a malicious threat. But the bot was trusting his experience to guide him, and that meant that soon the boss would forget all about that. 

Delete looked at him in confusion. “Then why’re we here, if we’re not helpin��� ‘im?” “We are, Dee-Dee. He’s plastered right now, so he’ll need help soon, after he’s done cryin’ and all ‘dat.” He looked back to the borg curled on the ground, far enough away that he remained ignorant of their presence, and close enough that they could hear shaky whimpering. “Y’know, after the cold gets to ‘im more. When you drink a whole bottle a’ licker it gets hard to remember where you’s at. You wouldn’t know, you’s never been drunk.”

[beebundt]

that time google photos made a panorama of my cat's tummy for some reason