#armadildo

[myvalzpival]

v Olomouci se tenhle víkend koná Tattoo Expo. Jsem sám doma a bez dozoru, takže jsem se tam rozhodl jít. Přišel jsem v půl 1 a připadal jsem si tam strašně nemístně. Představte si, že vkročíte do obrovské haly, na pódiu trapně hází džouky dva moderátoři, všude voní dezinfekce a neslyšíte nic než bzučení strojků. Ve stáncích sedí tatéři a na lehátkách leží jejich plátna. A nikdo. jinej. tam. není. OuO

Takže jsem byl jedinej, kdo tam chodil mezi těma stánkama a bylo mi trapně. Rychle jsem proběhl spodní patro a vypadl do parku dělat, že se jen tak procházím. Během procházky jsem se ale naštval. Nezaplatil jsem drahocenných 350 korun, abych tam strávil 5 minut a utekl. S výrazem naší kočky, která se blíží k plné misce našeho kocoura, jsem se vydal oklikou zpátky a řekl si, že si to tam prostě hernajs užiju. Už tam byli i další lidi, uf. Takže jsem se začal prodírat stánky. Našel jsem kopii terminátora v lidské velikosti, figurku Kakashiho, několik hentai tetování a umělce, co tetuje jen různý mimoně.

A pak jsem spatřil jeho. Nejnádhernější stvoření, jehož krása a goofiness byly přeneseny rukou umělce na papír hned vedle zakřivené dýky a trsu jahůdek. Stvoření, které jsem před pár dny viděl na instagramu dožadovat se nejroztomilejšího mazlení. Ňufaté zvířátko s ňufatým čumáčkem a ňufatýma ťapinkama.

Po dvou a půl hodinách slovenských vtípků, lidí, co potřebovali pomoc s tiskárnou, protože si jako zkušení tattoo umělci neuměli udělat stencil, a křečí v nohou, je na světě.

Čenda

[kuchipark]

id be such a good armadillo

[douenjan]

INKTOBER DAY 15 - ARMADILLO

2022

[grizguts]

Jus' your average day in Furcgaydia… Bunny guy, Space cat, Dragon armadillo, and a Bear. Gift for my three friends I hung out with in Furcadia, in Old Town. They chipped together to give me a few bucks and get me my bear avatar, so as a thanks I said I'd do them a sketch. But then I liked it so much I wanted to at least line and flat colour it, so I did.. then gave up on the idea of shading because.. I'm lazy. OH-And I don't have enough flat colour examples.. yeah that's a good reason. Bunny ~ chaz-fox Space Cat ~ spacefag Dragon Armadillo ~ @not-fun Bear ~ ME Art © Myself, and Characters © their respective owners.

[pussy-van-fag]

[iceical]

Mmmm just a little lad

[random-strngr]

armadildo

[dying-acc-idk-man]

Why does this exist???

that be an armadildo

[its-haughty]

armadildo

[ribbitrrrbitxhs]

Thinking about that time my mom once said “Armadildo”.

[chadgoldenretrievers]

Are furry dildos called armadildos

[icantremembe]

armadildo

[bearcina]

I posted 14,671 times in 2022

That's 1,820 more posts than 2021!

151 posts created (1%)

14,520 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@deloreandarling

@deadly-operating-system

@thebadwulff

@boss-of-armadildos

@mens-rights-activia

I tagged 452 of my posts in 2022

#bear babbles - 143 posts

#ophelia amana - 79 posts

#the outer worlds - 65 posts

#bear writes - 28 posts

#ada/the captain - 21 posts

#zora blackwood - 18 posts

#zora blackwood/female captain - 14 posts

#fanfic - 13 posts

#tow ada - 11 posts

#ada/female captain - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#and the colors the healer would wear that match the locals and how her new dress and wardrobe are especially luxurious

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Masterlist

13 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

#4

I Think I Prefer To Stay Inside

Rating: General Audiences

Portal (Video Game)

Relationship: Chell&GLaDOS, future Chell/GLaDOS

Tags: lonely glados, glados missing Chell, it's rainy at Aperture

Part of We Have Science To Do series, this is part 1/?

Words: 552, written 8/31/2020 (💀 sorry it took so long to cross post here)

GLaDOS realizes that it's lonely down in the once-salt-mine without her favorite test subject around. It's raining. She longs for her unpredictable anomaly of a test subject.

It was raining above Aperture, pitter-pattering against the tin roof of one of the many sheds. A camera whirred, scanning an endless wheat field, capturing bits of the starry sky in the distance.

Pitter-pattering rain, not particularly heavy or too light, just enough to hydrate the soil again for the wheat to grow another few inches in time for it to be frosted over and die for the beginning of fall, which was just twelve days away- scientifically speaking.

The facility was quiet, the buzz of nuclear reactors far away, no bubbling of acid pits in tests, and the fan system in her chamber was running quiet and efficient for the first time in months. Microphones were turned off, the endless drone of the buzzing of lights ground away at her patience- the co-operative testing units were powered down, having been far too annoying to be of any use. Her circuits buzzed with useless energy, calculating stray needs for electricity on the hundreds of test chambers awaiting in standby.

Her crows had died last week. There wasn’t even a cawing of a single crow through the facility.

Empty. The facility was empty. No matter how hard, how far down she reached with cameras or just curious pulsing of wires and flickering lights, there was nothing but Herself. It was all just her facility- everything was Hers.

The facility had been slowly cleaned, panels put back together, turrets melted down, old weighed storage cubes melted down and remade, and that awful potato plant was finally trimmed back down into place, only encompassing the Bring Your Daughter To Work Day rooms. Even then, that wing of the facility was left to its own devices, locked away to hopefully be forgotten about, at least until she needed the plant trimmed again.

She looked out the cameras mounted on the shed again, far off as she could view. The rain drizzled onto the camera, clouding the lens, filling her chambers with the gentle pitter-patter of rain on the tin roof. A puddle of rainwater was forming near the door of the shed, an old indent of where something very cube-like had sat for weeks. It was gone, the wretched thing. It had sat there for three weeks, scorched and covered in soot and dIrt, before it was retrieved by the ex-test subject.

She missed her test subject. Science had been ground to a halt, her co-operative units far too predictable after three months of unending, unproductive, “testing.” All the humans that had been kept were vegetables, not worth the time of an hour to revive, just for it to not be able to breathe on its own.

Not a single test subject left in her facility.

She was just content to listen to the rain and watch the wheat field, hoping for her test subject to return back to her.

And eventually, her test subject did come back. She was dragging along the scorched companion cube, the once bright-orange jumpsuit torn and soiled with blood and dirt.

GLaDOS was happy to open the door to the shed, an elevator ready to bring her favorite test subject back home, even if she would have to clean the facility and fix her wounds.

Maybe after all of this Chell would prefer to stay inside, just like she does.

14 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

#3

Olarom!

17 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

#2

Just a few fun Ophelia's for the evening!

Top is based on the Anti-Riot Iconoclast armor, bottom is her in her sleepwear! I'm excited to doodle more, since it wasn't as hard drawing the armor as I thought!

18 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ADA and Captain Ophelia Amana in this cute little picrew!!! rb and toss your blorbos in!! 💖💖💖

I finally decided Ophelia 100% does space buns for her hairstyle instead of the junlei style I chose in-game 😂

21 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[cats-coffee-castiel]

Dean being a dumbass is honestly so important to me. Sure he's very clever in a lot of ways but you know he makes a sandwich and forgets to take the plastic off the cheese at least once a week. He's really worried about the other 96% of the milk. He calls them "armadildoes" on accident 30% of the time and thinks they lay eggs.

[bpd-foot-lettuce]

Armadillo bugs!

[voidingintotheshout]

“Kate, are you okay?!?”

“... I’m obviously not...”

Genius.