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kitty-0verl0rd · 5 months ago
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i made some computer faces because i wanted my computer to have one, but i won't be using these. so you are welcome to edit and use them for anything (with credit, except for commercial purposes or ai)
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dioptasesystem · 10 months ago
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Hi Tumblr, it's Big Greg weird screen face expression time. Coincidentally the exact right size for a 1080p monitor background. More soon, if you care about that.
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In fact have another on the house. (The house is decaying away and slowly sinking into the bog.)
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paintedcrows · 8 months ago
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Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued
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inkpotsprite · 11 months ago
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This was after he blew up all of the Leagues tech.
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archivecloth · 1 month ago
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long friend
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golyadkin · 1 year ago
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it's because i wouldn't let you kill the bounty hunter isn't it
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halopako · 4 months ago
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biggest fumble in history…
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frostedstatic · 6 months ago
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Fake ass objectum I saw you telling plushums to DNI
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tempo-takoyaki · 9 months ago
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Memories of the past.
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vm-haunts · 7 months ago
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Red Hood Is A What Now?
Fact one: Red Hood is not a single person. No one agrees on how many guys are in the rotation, or whoever they might be, but everyone that works for Hood knows the boss isn't a single person. Hell, half of them had seen more than one Hood showing up to meetings by now, it's far from a secret.
Fact two: the twins, Jay and Gales, are connected with the boss. Again, nobody agrees on how exactly, but they most definitely are. Maybe they're Hood's son, maybe they're younger siblings. Maybe they're sugar babies even. Whoever they are to Hood though, it's clear that they're trusted enough to stand in at meetings when Boss is unavailable.
Fact three: the twins are metas, honestly it's really obvious in the way their eyes and hair change color like a mood ring. Nobody bothered mentioning it cause that's pretty much all there's to it, just some cosmetic change that isn't even helpful.
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Or, Danny and Jason is somehow running a gang together, the bulky Red Hood armor is very good at hiding silhouettes actually, and the two are known metas to literally every body except themselves.
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naffeclipse · 23 days ago
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Following SotM, would you ever be interested in writing a DCA x Reader story based in the SotM factory/story? There's so much detail and worldbuilding to the game, I think your writing would really shine working with the setting :D
I love the setting of SotM factory and just how tragic and lonely it all becomes with the Murray family, and I had a thought about a Y/N hired as a sort of secretary/investigator.
Technically, you're only here for the secretary part of the job. Edwin Murray has also instructed that you dig through all employee records, emails, and messages to find out who betrayed him. Sure. Why not. You're getting paid either way, and Edwin seems satisfied that you're not working for "them".
(You feel bad for the guy. He seems stressed and paranoid, and maybe he's dealing with a few things that more qualified professionals should broach than you.)
So, you get to work, day after day, on the slow and high-pitched droning computers before you notice a program on one of the security room monitors. Moon.exe. You boot it up, confused, before you understand that it's some kind of game. At least, that's what it must be, right?
It doesn't stay so. At least, you thought it was a game. The Moon character is no longer confined to the borders of the program but is now right there, popping up in your daily work schedule. You're very nervous about a possible virus that you accidentally downloaded, but the character doesn't seem to do much. His text boxes will bubble up every now and then, and his haunting gaze will occasionally pop over the files you're combing over in all of his low pixilated glory. (Who gave this computer figure sculpted pectorals?)
He has some odd lines, random script you assume, mindlessly being triggered by... you don't know what. None of it ever makes sense, but you like to read it, just for one moment's break from the mundane and often drivel work you've signed up for. Sometimes it's funny. He tells you to go to bed when the clock runs late, and that must be due to time-based triggers, or so you figure.
You think he's just here for... you don't know, moral support? A fun little distraction that someone must have worked on between big projects due at the factory. Who's to say.
One evening, vision blurry from reading a screen in a too dark room after hours of rehashing lines after lines, trying to decide if a disgruntled employee is suspicious or the average working joe for complaining about the boss to a coworker, when you drag the mouse onto The Moon's face and start clicking, and clicking. Out of dire boredom and need for something, anything new, you click and click as if to magically fix that clock and send you straight out of here. Click. Click. Click.
A new dialogue box pops up.
Stop.
You lift your finger off of the left click.
That's new.
So, you click again, and again.
What do you want?
The Moon's face almost seems annoyed in its half-eclipsed expression. You chuckle to yourself.
"Just pressing your buttons," you snicker. "What else can you do?"
Then you immediately look around the messy, file-filled room, as if you would somehow be caught dorkily chatting to yourself, well, a computer program. Good thing it's only you in the building. Occasionally Edwin will burst into the security office as if he might catch you red handed in something you shouldn't be, but you let your work speak for yourself, and that usually calms the man down.
You need to get out and enjoy your weekend, don't you?
You slump back into your chair and stare at the screen. Just you and The Moon.
You click on The Moon's face again. The satisfying sharpness of the mouse click fills you with bubbling amusement at the childish prodding.
The next dialogue box flips into view.
I can press your buttons too.
A loud slam falls behind you, pushing you out of your seat as you whirl back to find the heavy door locked into place. Heart in your throat, you blink as the lights cut out. You're plunged into tar-black blindness, save for the green glow of the computer screen.
Silenced by terror, you crank your head slowly back to your work desk. The computer hums quietly.
The green glow intensifies as The Moon stares at you. He fills the pixels, one eye piercing you like the end of a knife.
Your eyes snap to the next line of dialogue.
Boop!
For several, terrifying heartbeats, you stand and listen to the frantic scarping of your breath. Like prey spotted by a hunter, you dare not move. The darkness is absolute, and the only light is before you; a lighthouse or the last flicker you see before it all plunges into eternal night.
Who did that?
Then the flick of lights buzzing back on spares your half-suspected heart, and you unlock your limbs when the security door slides back open.
You hardly skim the next box of text as the computer returns to where you left off, files and emails crowding the screen side by side, and The Moon's head set in one corner.
You snatch your backpack and book it through the door. That's it. You're off the clock. You don't care if Edwin loses his marbles about you ducking out a few minutes early. You will not stay a moment longer.
It is only on your drive home, twisting your sweaty palms around the steering wheel, that your brain unscrambles enough to recall the final words on the screen.
Nighty night.
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beepboopappreciation · 1 year ago
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Reblog this post to kiss ur computer <3
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swan2swan · 1 year ago
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Until someone from the staff says otherwise, I will stake actual, genuine money that this was an exchange from the writer's room that made it into the show.
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bromcommie · 3 months ago
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just found a random single file from like four years ago that was all on its lonesome completely outside of my usual folder structures and it's just titled "SAME" so I open it fully expecting it to be a meme or a screenshot of a friend's text or something and instead it's just
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yeah no actually. yeah. 2021 me was right. same.
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skeytwfuny · 1 year ago
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clownowo · 2 years ago
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