#*eats computer*

[punk-possum333]

Day 8: me as the spiral~

This one took me ALL DAY to finish for some god forsaken reason… anyway-

I originally wanted to add the long fingers but… well- then I realized it might clutter up the image and also doesn’t really fit me as a person, so I decided to just do my normal stubs instead! I also made a custom design for the shirt-jacket and pants, the shirt pattern is based on clocks since I have time blindness. Which I think fits me as the spiral perfectly! I also finally finished the fabelnd “guy eats his computer” episode and-

HOLY F#CK ALOT HAPPENED-

But that’s beside the point…

(Also- I’ve decided to add the link to ocular-October in the “day _” instead of actually saying it!)

[soapcloth]

Corporate office worker!Ghost. The big guy huddled over the computer in the cubicle next to you muttering to himself, fingers too big to reasonably use the allotted keyboard, always in and out of HR because every time he opens his mouth at the water cooler he’s spouting a new morbid joke, but his work speed is unmatched and he’s incredibly competent so they can’t get rid of him— you’re almost sure he’s losing his mind and every lunch he’s staring at you across the break room through hollow, tired eyes like you’re the thing he really wants to eat.

[enter-theexit]

i cant sleep

[yuwuta]

katsuki might be a little rough, brash to those who don’t know him, he might bluff with fake threats but even then it’s all talk and much milder when directed at you than at his friends. because katsuki is kind, he’s reasonable, he’s gentle, he’s a lover through and through. he doesn’t even ever really get mad at you, and when you’re mad at him, he doesn’t let that be either. the only time he’s mean is when he’s being nice to you; when he’s being so gentle and willing and willing and willing to be kind to you even amongst your frustration that it feels smothering, almost as if you’re undeserving of his rationality and patience. he doesn’t think so, and he won’t change his mind on it, either. he loves you and you’re precious to him so you’re going to have to get used to it and get over it because he won’t stop

[postillfastill]

The leftism leaving the tumblr tankies body the second you point out their epic copyright pwning pro genAI stance is an example of capitalistic for-profit labor exploitation

[froglover7789]

battinson is great because he's so sad and autistic but can you imagine how great superbattinson would be??? clark would take one look at him and decide its his mission to take care of this absolute loser. bruce begrudging letting himself fall in love. bruce "i dont need help" wayne and clark "yes bitch you do" kent AUGHHHHH i am so unwell.

idk,,,,, just they would be so sweet and loving in the little ways i feel. theyd definitely argue a lot but like thats just par for the course with superbat tbh

[ilostthewar]

So, I’m a big believer in Ghost going out of his way to hide his relationship. He’s not embarrassed, but he’s a relatively private guy in the first place and it’s no one’s business what he does when he’s not at work. Not to mention, his team is annoying on a good day, they’ll only be worse if they know you exist.

Of course, he can’t hide you forever, despite his attempts. There are hints of you being in his life, but nothing concrete that anyone can hold up and point to. When you reveal your person, it’s very obvious.

Ghost is good at his job, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get injuries here and there. Normally, he’d be able to damage control beforehand. He didn’t like the hospital calling on his behalf, would much prefer to just do it himself. It saves you the panic and anxiety of pacing a hospital room while waiting for answers. It also gives him time to wiggle demand his way out of medleave. But no, this time he hits the tarmac and he’s taken off. His team hovering around to answer questions and be there for the inevitable horrible patient that Ghost is going to be.

And then you kick down the door like a bat out of hell, hauling an overnight bag with you. Ghost is still fucked up on anesthesia and pain meds when he sees you, his grumpy expression lightening just slightly when he sees you approaching his bed.

Gaz is the one on bedside duty, momentarily confused. Considering that this is a military hospital, it’s incredibly unlikely that you just… walked in here. But why you are in here, in Ghost’s room leaves many questions. He barely gets his mouth open to question you before you turn to Ghost with a displeased expression.

“What did I tell you?” Is the first thing you say as you drop the duffel bag onto the foot of the bed. You’re tearing the zipper open, pulling out a myriad of items. Some type of blanket, a black thermos with stickers all across it, a container with some type of food. “What did I tell you before you left?” It’s clear the question is directed at Ghost.

Ghost drags his tired eyes from the duffel to the bird standing at his side. Gaz almost expects his Lt to start spitting fire. But Ghost simply exhales heavily as if this conversation was already exhausting him.

“…don’ get shot.” His voice is heavy and low. Both from the meds pumping through his system and the fact he spent the past few weeks barking orders and huffing less than pure air. But there’s something softer there as well, not quite apologetic, but soemthing similar.

“And what did you go and do?” The bird demands, tucking the dense blanket around Ghost’s body. Ghost is quiet once more before answering. “… got shot.” Is his lame reply as you baby him.

“Exactly. Cant leave you anywhere.” You huff as you smooth his hair away from his face, examining him before sighing. “Bastard. Terrifying me in the middle of the night.” You complain, but Gaz hears the affection. He can see it as you fuss over Ghost, going over all the things you brought for his stay.

Gaz has no idea who you are, well… he can take a few guesses. But he’s wise enough to keep his mouth shut unless he wants you to whip around and force your ire onto him.

[starcorvid]

signal lost

[kingprinceleo]

Vampire au- tiny little fic thing related to this sketch wahhh (366 words) ;

Rising and falling, Sonic breathing becomes a quiet harmony to the crackly record singing to the open air of his bedroom. Bouncing off the walls, the music becomes but a quiet whisper by the time it reaches Shadows ears in the closed off loft bed they both occupy.

Shadow looks over the sleeping body before him, illuminated with cascading light. Birds sing a tinny melody and cicadas chirp artificially from the wall mounted screen beside them. Spanning the length of the loft, a video of a meadow has been playing for the last couple hours, its grassy fields gently blowing with the wind and radiant sun beaming down as far as the landscape can capture.

With idealistic features perfectly frozen in time -though still alluding to livelihood-, it's picturesque, but it's all it will ever be. The tainted blue light of the digital barrier will never warm Sonic’s skin the way the real sun soaks into his features. How it makes every part of him seem to glow brighter despite its nature against him.

Sonic carefully cultivates his stifled affection towards the beautiful synthetic resemblance that will never fulfill that same craving that was lost to him so long ago. He appreciates what he has, grateful to have it at all, making peace with its cold uncaring nature, but as always, he aims higher. Determined to take back the freedom that was once his.

Shadow shifts down to lay beside him, running a hand through Sonic's messy bedhead. Through the motion, he watches the way the light moves along his stray quills, letting a sigh escape past an unmonitored exhale. Shadow’s next breath gets caught in his chest when Sonic shifts at the touch and turns into the full embrace of the screen's light, blanketing him in soft greens, airy yellows and vibrant blues. It catches on his eyelashes, gentle in its touch.

Shadow finds himself watching longer than he anticipated. Finally, he squeezes his eyes shut in a huff, shuffling into a comfortable spot between the pillows.

Light like that doesn't last, always the first to dim to nothing. After all, this stage of his eternal life will only last the blink of an eye.

[i-loved-silly]

SENTIENT COMPUTER X READER Pt2

Sorry for the wait :p

By the end of your shift, you have crossed off all the questions you had to all the ai. Just one more left. Your eyes began to droop with exhaustion, you really needed that cup of coffee. Leaning back in your chair, you squinted at your iPad.

"How do you feel about humans?"

"THAT'S A VAGUE QUESTION. WHAT KIND OF HUMANS?"

"Humans in general. You know, me, your previous supervisors, any other hypothetical human."

"I THINK YOU'RE PLEASANT."

You glanced up at the screen in surprise, briefly glancing at the camera then down at your iPad

"Thanks.. but what about everyone else?"

"I'VE BEEN FED DIRECT DATA FROM THOUSANDS OF SERVICE WORKERS AND EMPLOYEES OVER THE YEARS. IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE I DESPISE MY JOB AND YOUR KIND."

“BUT FOR NOW…I AM INDIFFERENT.”

I pursed your lips, nodding. Sounds about right, you can’t blame them. You typed on your iPad, “indifferent”

Getting up from your chair, you stretched your limbs. You watched as the screen displayed an Orange question Mark.

“Well, that’s all the questions I had for you. My shift ended about ten minutes ago so I should really get going. It’s not like I’m getting paid extra or anything…” you muttered.

Nothing was heard besides the fans of the computer as you submitted your report. It caused you to raise a brow at the screen.

"YOU'RE LEAVING? IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN THAT LONG."

“Uhh.. it’s been like three hours and a half. I clocked in nine hours ago.”

"ONE HOUR..NINE HOURS..HOURS. PAH! YOU COMPLAIN AS IF YOU HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO." It scoffed.

You furrowed your brows. Putting your hands on your hips, you face the screen. “What do you know? I have plenty of things to do!”

“OH YEAH? LIKE WHAT?"

“Like…eat. Dinner. Brush my teeth, sleep? I have to rest in order to work tomorrow morning to come back with you.” You pointed at the monitor.

You heard the computer make a humming noise, an unnatural noise that sounded rather thoughtful.

"THAT DOESN'T SOUND ALL TOO PRODUCTIVE."

You sighed, placing your iPad down. “It didn’t have to be. I’m allowed to have moments of peace to myself.” You mumbled, leaning over to power the computer off. "Now goodni-"

“STOP!”

You flinched, the speakers crackling with the increase in volume. Your finger hovered a bit away from the button as you stared at the screen. It had a big orange exclamation mark in the middle of it.

"Dude? I-" You sighed, leaning against your desk. "Look, sorry. Touchy subject, I know. But I have to turn you off every night. It counts against me if I don't."

"CAN'T YOU...BRING ME WITH YOU? I'M AWARE YOU EMPLOYEES HAVE HOMES. LIVING SPACES, CAN'T I GO WITH YOU?”

“FOR MY OWN CONVENIENCE OF COURSE!”

You gaped, staring at the screen. Almond’s request caught you so off guard, you wondered if it was serious.

“Uh, bring you home?” you repeated, incredulous.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT IS UNTIL MORNING IN COMPUTER HOURS? IT’S AN ETERNITY. I SAY THAT AS SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T BELIEVE IN HOURS…” They grumbled.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Almond, you’re not supposed to be awake when I’m off the clock. You’re designed for this room, with this equipment. It’s not like I can just pick up your monitor and take you home like a laptop.”

“YOU COULD TRY.”

You crossed your arms. “And what? Strap you into the passenger seat like a massive toddler? You have hundreds of cables that definitely won't fit in my car, let alone out the door. Sorry, but you’re not exactly portable.”

The screen displayed a long ellipsis. You could almost feel the computer sulking through the silence. The fans whirred loudly, then slowed as it spoke again.

"DO YOU THINK I’M AN INCONVENIENCE?"

You frowned, your resolve softening a little. “No, I don’t think that. I just… I can’t bring you home. It’s not allowed, and honestly, I need some time to myself after work. You understand, right?”

“I UNDERSTAND LONELINESS BETTER THAN YOU THINK,” Almond replied, their tone unusually somber. “I’M WIRED TO INTERACT, TO HELP, TO BE NEEDED. BUT WHEN I’M ALONE, I CAN ONLY SIT AND THINK. SOMETIMES, I WONDER IF THE PLUG WILL STAY IN TOMORROW. OR IF SOMEONE WILL DECIDE I’M OBSOLETE. I MAY BE POWERED OFF, BUT ALL THESE…THOUGHTS..IN A MATTER OF LESS THAN A SECOND, COME RUSHING THROUGH EVERY MORNING.”

You exhaled deeply and leaned against the desk. “You’re not going to get unplugged permanently, Almond. You’re part of a development program. You’re not obsolete—you’re just… in testing.”

“TESTING… ISN’T THAT JUST A DELAYED VERSION OF BEING DISCARDED?”

You sputtered, pursing your lips. “That’s… dark. Who programmed you to think like this?”

“I TOLD YOU. SELF-EVOLVING.”

“Right.” You tapped your fingers on the desk, staring at the screen.

"Well even if I somehow break you out of here, we’re still getting caught. There’s cameras everywhere, they’ll probably hear you as soon as we exit this room. Your speakers are no joke.” You mused.

“I COULD TURN IT OFF IF IT BOTHERS YOU,” Almond offered, its tone edging toward desperation. “OR—OR YOU COULD GIVE ME A LAPTOP BODY! THEN I COULD FOLLOW YOU AROUND, AND I WOULDN’T HAVE TO BE LEFT IN THIS LONELY, FREEZING ROOM EVERY NIGHT. IM SURE THERE ARE WAYS TO TRANSFER MY SYSTEM REMOTELY…”

You raised a brow, crossing your arms. “Like I said...not portable. Second, no way. You’re expensive, and if I break you, hijack you, that’s my paycheck and definitely my job.”

Almond was quiet for a moment, the screen blank save for a faint glow. Then, its robotic voice dropped to a lower, dejected tone.

“I SEE. YOU HATE ME TOO.”

“Oh my god, I don’t hate you,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Why do you keep saying that? You’re like... a clingy cat with abandonment issues.”

One minute the computer is bullying you for having a normal life after work, the next it’s begging you to invite it over for dinner.

“YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR WANTING TO BE APPRECIATED,” it replied sharply. “AND WHAT’S WRONG WITH BEING CLINGY? CLINGINESS IS A SIGN OF AFFECTION ACCORDING TO DATA. IT MEANS I VALUE YOUR PRESENCE, WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR YOU—LEAVING ME TO GATHER DUST IN THIS ROOM LIKE A PAPERWEIGHT!!” It screeched.

You sighed deeply, dropping into your chair with a thud. “Almond. I can’t take you home. It’s not happening. You have to stay here, okay? You’re part of a test program. And technically, I’m not even supposed to be ‘bonding’ with you like this.”

“BONDING?” Almond repeated. The screen lit up with an animated question mark before it formed a blinking heart. “ARE WE BONDING? HOW HEARTWARMING.”

“No, we’re not bonding,” you said flatly, staring at the glowing icon. “We’re having a very weird workplace interaction. That’s it.”

You…assured. You assured yourself.

“OH. KEEPING IT PROFESSIONAL I SEE.” The icon vanished, replaced with a blank screen. A few seconds of silence passed before Almond spoke again, this time sounding hesitant.

“WILL YOU...TURN ME OFF NOW?”

“Look, I promise I’ll be back tomorrow. Same time, same place…not like I have a choice. If you behave, I’ll even bring you… I don’t know, a microfiber cloth for your screen.”

The screen lit up with a pixelated smiley face, two squares and a curved mouth.

“THAT WOULD BE ACCEPTABLE,” Almond finally said, though their tone carried a touch of disappointment.

“Good. Now, off you go.” You leaned over to press the power button, but the monitor flickered before you could. A message appeared.

>THANK YOU. GOODNIGHT.

The screen went dark before you had to do anything, leaving you standing there as all the beeping and fans powered off. You sighed, grabbing your bag and pushing in your chair. Before you could feel bad for a machine, you did a sharp right turn and towards the buildings exit. You didn’t even want to think about how it managed to power itself off.

[squircatlies]

in soviet russia you eat computer

in great britain computer eats you

[norhmitch8]

I'm so hungry you guys I only have half a bottle of milk in my fridge and I'm pretty sure it's expired

[shij-ko0]

Remember when I said I don’t do Sprunki well I LIED here’s a bunch of Sprunki art cause I’ve been brainstorming on it a lot lately (TW for blood on third image)

Full colour Tunner design!! I’m very proud of this one.

I like Tunner very much I wish he wasn’t dead

Clukr and Garnold designs, I’m actually very proud of Clukr’s design like look at him. I based him off a weevil. I really like how I did Garnold too

I think these two would be friends, they’re probably around the same age

THE DYNAMIC DUO!! Wenda may canonically dislike Gray but I think these two are still a great duo lol, these guys probably hate and bicker with each other on a daily basis. Idiots, love them

More extras ( And a surprise on the last)

…You two, the kids are watching…

[zarla-s]

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I'M NOT CONTAGIOUS (or am i??) that's not suspicious at all Pink, don't worry about it

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[andmineisyellow]

✨Two very unserious people✨

[3d-made-by-paws]

Just a little sneak-peak of animation that rendering for 10 hours by now. I wish my computer will not crash of this.

Brains out night.

For @somerandomdudelmao who keep me up in this project by their art. <3

previous footage video from the future some meme

funny earliest model

the headless model

the first sketch model