#Wonder Bimbo

[shirecorn]

Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.

The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos

[waifspiration]

lana how i hate those guys (tumblr creeps)

[your-fuccked-up-dad-volume61]

she wants me ….. I scare the shit out of her 🔪🌹

[arcadianico]

rotating this scene in my head

I just think it’s so fascinating the difference between elq’s dynamic with cucurucho here and the dynamic between qq and cucurucho the last time we saw them together.

like functionally both qs are doing a similar thing (asking questions and talking on when cucurucho doesn’t answer them) but the power dynamic is clearly different. cucurucho’s silence with qq felt like amusement, here it feels like shyness almost? and elq’s reaction when he sees that the others are coming to the station feels somewhere between a boss and your parent saying “i told you so”. idk it feels clear to me that elq is the one with the power between the two of them

[dazzlestarlalita]

[smolbimbo]

I finally did a full body of Lady Venus! She is quite mysterious. The second pic is her colors on a white background.

[xoxratedkitten]

hey new followers who’ve got really cool and sexy blogs I’d love to follow you back but this is a side blog :/

[kinokoshoujoart]

btw the piercings and tats i gave him in that drawing are based on how when you show him the medal in anwl and he is like “that’s ok i guess but i like piercings and tattoos better”

as if he’s not wearing one

[carnagesaw]

is taiyo a bimbo?

he can be anything ypiu want him to be babygirl. Taiyos a faggot.

[grimescum-2]

mini hyperfixation on this again

[infinitecyanroses]

I can't believe I just noticed this.

Two Cucuruchos.

Two Quackitys.

And one of each is clearly more favored/trusted by the Federation. HMMMM

[saucyzoo]

Bimbo Wonder Woman!

[smolbimbo]

Finally! The Lie-brarian. Beautiful and humble, although a bit of a night owl. The Lie-brarian only speaks in lies.

[educating-bimbos]

Christmas time. How come that one guy hasn't made a request to draw Bulma's mom from dbz going grocery shopping for wonderbread?

[hannibal-the-bimbo-cannibal]

Washing way too many ibuprofen down with an energy drink while blasting Kesha in my pink car felt awfully close to godhood

[moonfurthetemmie]

I feel like i gotta add ‘DS verses’ in the title for all of these but i really am just completely out of titles. I should’ve just called them part 1 part 2 etc. god

what part even is this now

No content warnings, except that there is Walmart

Previous

“That should do for now,” Pluto huffed, standing up straight.

“We should’ve just broken into someone’s house and taken over,” Slash grunted.

“Slash,” Byte warned.

“I know, I know. It just would’ve been easier, is all I’m saying.” Slash gave the heavy ivy one last tug, and a whole wall of it came down on top of her. “Bitch-“

Pluto and Byte snickered, watching her summon her sword and hack at the thick tangle of vines that had so rudely attacked her.

They’d found an old, old tree house, in the middle of nowhere, and decided it was their new house. Byte had been using her strings and some sticks to repair—or at the very least, shore up—the supports, floor, and ladder. Pluto was in charge of cleaning out the inside; clearing dirt and dust, making sure there weren’t any critters or creatures, so on. The ivy was creeping in through the windows, and that wasn’t so hard to deal with, but it was also all over the walls and the tree, and it was very resistant to their Pluto’s attempts to pry it off.

Instead he asked Slash, being the objectively strongest of the three, to deal with it instead, and he’d help Byte when he was done picked up inside.

It was looking pretty nice, so far. Empty, yes, but certainly livable for a period of time.

“I’m going to burn down this fucking forest,” Slash growled. “This fucking ivy-“

“You sure showed it,” Byte snickered. “Cmon, there’s only a little left. I’ll help.”

Pluto carefully climbed back inside the treehouse, while they were doing that. There was a good amount of room in there. They’d have plenty of room, especially if they rolled up their sleeping bags when they weren’t using them. …Ah, they needed sleeping bags. They didn’t have any, having been teleported to another multiverse very suddenly.

They’d need some other things too, he mused. Lights, something for food, maybe some chairs if they wanted to hang out and not sit on the floor…

“Hey, guys, what do you think of putting string lights in here?” He called. “Maybe ones with funky shapes.”

“Where are we going to plug those in?” Slash yelled back, ripping off some ivy.

“We get battery powered ones, dumbass,” Pluto said.

“Do they even-“ Cross huffed. “Ok, I need a break—do they even make battery-powered string lights?”

“Come join me in the tree castle. And yes, they do. I’ve seen them.”

Slash climbed up to the treehouse, and sat in the corner. “Man, I wish we had chairs.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that too,” Pluto drummed his fingers against the window frame. “Maybe we could get folding chairs?”

Slash hummed. “That would work. Not sure I trust the floor with anything heavier.”

“Let’s go shopping, then,” Byte said, climbing in after her. “We need to get a bunch of stuff anyways, and now’s a good time to take a break from the hard stuff. We can get a cooler and drinks while we’re out.”

“And dinner!”

Byte cracked a smile. “And dinner.”

Slash and Pluto cheered. The three of them grabbed what few disguise items they had, and did their best to find a Walmart. It was harder than usual, as they weren’t familiar with this new multiverse, but they only had to portal hop a few times. Once they did finally get there, Byte pulled out her phone.

“Alright, I’m sending you guys a list of stuff. I’ll grab stuff from the craft section. Pluto, you grab the stuff from the camping aisle. Slash, you’re on drink duty.”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Call me ma’am again, I dare you.”

Pluto checked over his part of the list again. He got the sleeping bags, a back-up lamp, camping chairs, and some blankets. He was about to swing over to the home improvement section for pillows, because they weren’t going to sleep on a hard wooden floor without pillows, when his phone buzzed. Slash was texting the group chat.

The Bimbo(TM): yk it occurs 2 me that we have no idea how long we’re going 2 b here

The Bimbo(TM): n we brought literally nothing from home bc of how we got dropped here

The Bimbo(TM): so uhhhhh. maybe we should get period supplies

Hard Drive: O shit good point

Hard Drive: Who’s closest to the health and beauty part of the store???

Purple Hobbit: im just passing it

Purple Hobbit: i was on my way to get pillows

The Bimbo(TM): Would u mind?

Purple Hobbit: nah i got chu

Detour time! Pluto swung his cart around, and down the toothpaste aisle he went, looking for where the hell this Walmart keeps their pads and stuff. Ah, he should probably get some ibuprofen or something, too. Slash gets really grouchy when she has bad cramps. Byte too, sometimes, but Slash especially.

Fortunately, the important stuff Pluto needed was very easy to spot on the wall. Even more fortunate, the few people who were there didn’t look like they’d be bitchy about him being there. The ones who noticed him just ignored him. Some of them were uneasy, but he figured it was just because they didn’t want to be, like, perceived there, especially by a dude. They certainly hadn’t recognized him.

He ignored them all, too, and tried to remember what Slash and Byte had wanted the last time he had to get supplies for them. Slash used tampons, right…? Or was that Byte? Or did they both use…

…Nope, he didn’t remember at all. Well, whatever; he’d just get some of each.

As he was putting stuff in his cart, a familiar voice behind him said, “What the hell are you doing here?”

He turned, a box of tampons in his hands. “…Is this a trick question? What are you doing here?”

Ink snorted. “I meant in Walmart, dumbass.” She lowered her voice, glancing at the other people in the aisle, most of which were snickering at Pluto’s comment. “Aren’t you supposed to be staying hidden?”

Pluto scoffed, tossing the box in his cart. “We are. I’m wearing my nice contacts, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He paused. “…Wait, how did you recognize me with my hood up?”

Ink shrugged, reaching past him with her tattooed hand to grab something off the shelves to put in her own cart. Which was full of food. Enough for two people, or one for several weeks. Odd.

“I don’t know. Dirty purple jacket, shittiest posture I’ve ever seen in my life, moves like a hunting tiger. It was either you or that other guy.”

Pluto folded his arms. “Are you trying to say I walk like a pussy?”

“No, you just are a pussy.”

Pluto’s eye twitched. It took a lot of self control not to threaten to stab her. Even if it was a joke (this time), now was really not the place or time. She grinned at him, like she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“You’re lucky there’s people around,” he muttered.

“Sure, grape boy.” She checked her phone, then glanced at his cart. “I gotta get going, I have shit to do. Have fun with your…camping trip.”

“Eat my ass, Stapler Lady.”

Ink’s head jerked to the side, but Pluto was already on his way to find the pain medicine.