#high on life gene

[neon-entity]

I spent way too much time on this 😭😭

But anyway, have a snork mimimi Gene 💜

[glob-shot]

IF GOD EXIST, ITS FUCKING ME ‼️

(With OG pic)

[doodledork01]

The most gene image ever

[kleiner-ghost-high-on-life]

[pinkydee10]

High on Life incorrect quotes I can’t figure out how to put in fics;

Casey (Bounty Hunter): Gene, you’re not dead! Where’s my guns?

Gene: Name something a burglar would not wanna see when he breaks into a house.

Creature: NAKED GRANDMA!

Gene: Naked HUH?!

Gus: I wouldn’t wanna see that either.

Kenny: Can I have a waffle? C-Can I please have a waffle?

Casey and Lizzie: You better watch out, you better watch out, you better watch out, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT-

Casey: I’m a demigirl.

Kenny: I thought you were a human?

Creature: Let’s tell secrets about ourselves! Sweezy you go first!

Sweezy: Alright. I hate you.

Creature: Oh.

Lizzie: There is only one thing worst than a rapist. Boom.

Knifey: A child!

Lizzie: NO!

Gene: What do you have?

Casey: *holds up Knifey* A KNIFE

Gene: NO!

Kenny: Oh my god, why did she pick up that knife?

Gene: Carful, it’s a little muggy outside.

Lizzie: I swear to god if there’s a bunch of mugs out on the lawn…

Gene: *sips coffee from a bowl*

Bounty: It’s a white flag, and you might as well start waving it-

Casey: THE ONLY THING I WILL BE WAVING IS YOUR DECAPITATED HEAD IN FRONT OF YOUR WEEPING MOTHER!

Gus: Good lord.

Casey: I’ve only had these guns for a few days, but if anyone were to hurt them I would destroy the entire universe and then myself.

[vvi-glitch]

HE HAS 70 ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS

[randymansalien]

Lil Asha baby moment

[dilly-dahlia]

okay guys, hear me out

if any of y’all have read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid, imagine basically that but with Aphmau

like a similar concept. how do we feel about that

[granolahbarbootygreen]

More Bounty Hunter Sam

[faaun]

idk how to live so im going to talk to myself out loud until i do

[0thepurplenexus]

damn, I never posted this shit of my High on Life content. Whatever, here’s some food for you nerds that like this game, plus, my own silly guy.

[neon-entity]

Made some High On Life blinkiesss

Feel free to use these if you want!! Credit is appreciated but not required.

[glob-shot]

Apparently Bojack, Rick, and Gene  are almost the same that I can put them in a room and let them argue for about an hour 

Idk some stupid idea because I have a headcanon that Rick knows about Gene aannnnnd I watched Bojack and I saw that him and Gene have a lot of things in common soooooo yeah

[doodledork01]

Gene’s sister does not like him

[gahantism]

Most on the high on life fandom (on Tumblr anyway): crushing on Gus or Kenny

Me and my friend: GENE ZAROOTHIAN

[kleiner-ghost-high-on-life]

If you’re doing the drabbles still: Gus telling Creature about what Gatlus was like before the G3 invasion? Or just the two trying to bond sometime after the events of the game or between bounties

The drabbles are open, always 🤲 Thank you for the ask ^^

Here's to two sweet lil' guys bonding while BH and the rest of the team are out kicking butt. (and a tiny bit of existential angst)

"Hey, Gus, Gus," Creature called out.

"Huh - What-" Gus jerked awake, "What's up pal?"

He'd dozed off a while back, during a particularly boring part of a documentary on Earth sea slug reproduction that Lizzie had put on to annoy Gene. She’d “hidden” the remote by the staircase, before heading out, leaving the trio of Gene, Creture, and Gus to watch the thing.

Gene only complained for about 5 minutes, before falling asleep, and Gus was quick to follow. He hadn’t quite realised how exhausting a life of bounty-hunting would be, and didn’t complain too much, if at all, when Bounty Hunter left him and Creature at home during this one mission.

Creature on the other hand seemed utterly unaffected by fatigue. It seemed like the added stress of constant near-death experiences was comparable, or even lesser than, that of constantly having a dozen kids.

“Were you sleeping?” Creature asked.

“Yes pal,” Gus blinked in annoyance, “Did you wake me up just to ask that?”

“No, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead.” The Gatlian shrugged, as much as his shoulder-less body would allow.

“I was just sleeping, why would you-”

“This movie Lizzie put on, it’s got me thinking,” Creature turned towards the TV, he paused for a second, his gaze lost in the wavy colourful shapes of sea slugs merging into a singular non-distinct mass of alien bodies, “We are the last Gatlians out there. Our planet is gone, and we will never be able to repopulate it again, just the six of us. All our traditions, songs, dances,” he nudged towards the screen, with a melancholic look painted over his face, “We’ll never be like them. My little freaky babies … they will never get to have little freaky babies of their own. You know?”

Gus was at a loss for words. Sure, he knew what he needed to say, which just so happened to very closely align with what he wanted to say, but Creature’s unprompted nihilistic philosophic speech had taken him by surprise.

Thankfully it seemed that Creature’s children were unaffected, as they spent the few minutes they had staring at the mating sea slugs in silent and confused awe.

“Ah, I’m sure there’s more of us out there,” Gus scruffled over and gave Creature a little pat on the shoulder. “Bunty Hunter will keep looking, and so will we. We’ll be alright buddy, we’ll rebuild. There might no longer be a home for us on Gatlus, but we made a good home for ourselves here, don’t you think?”

Creature turned to face Gus, earning him twelve displeased groans from his back.

“You mean that? Because I don’t think you mean that, not after how you got mad at Kenny for destroying our home planet,”

“I mean, he literally caused the downfall of our fucking-” Gus cut himself off, shaking his head. There was no use getting worked up over something Creature didn’t remember, and couldn’t possibly understand.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

“You know, there’s something we could do before the others return. Bounty Hunter won’t get it, and Lizzie might yell at us, but it was somewhat of a tradition back on Gatlus. When someone close, like a best friend went on a very long journey, and we didn’t know when they’d return we’d throw them-”

“A surprise party?” Creatrue excitedly interrupted.

“No, not a surprise party. A bucket of Takeocot purée.”

“A what now?”

“Takeocot purée. I’ll show you how to make it. Well, we usually did it before they left, for good luck and to repel mud-bugs on their travels, but I’m sure they’ll get our meaning.”

The smile on Creature’s face was contagious, and Gus couldn’t help but mimic the grin. It had been so long since he’d engaged in casual tasks like this, and even longer since he’d done anything Gatlian.

“How are the two of you gonna make whatever that thing is, considering you have two arms between the two of you, and no way of getting down from this coffee table?” Gene suddenly interrupted.

“Aaah – I thought you were sleeping!” Creature exclaimed.

His children hissed at him again, in reaction to the loud noise.

“I woke up when you said repopulate,” Gene scratched his face. “Do you want me to call Lizzie to help you with your mushy-mushy bonding activity?”

“No thank you,” Gus dryly stated.

“I mean, he’s not wrong about us only having two arms,” Creature tried to argue.

“Two plus twenty-four,” Gus nodded towards Creature’s babies.

“Oh, right.”

With the roar of a dozen babies who were just told to stop watching TV, Creature’s children hopped off his back and helped the duo down from the coffee table before carrying them to the kitchen, as per Gus’s instructions.

When Gene straightened up on the couch, attempting to catch a peak of what they were doing, one of the babies ran up to him and hissed at his face. He would have bitten him too, had he not puffed out of existence that very moment.

“You know Gus,” Creature spoke while Gus rummaged through the cupboard he could reach, in search of the necessary ingredients, “We should do this more often; you telling me about stuff I’m supposed to remember, me telling you about how hopeless the future would be without my friends.”

“Sure thing, pal.” Gus smiled in reply, “Just maybe without the hopeless future part, next time.”