#mrs hal gibson

[inkmoller]

I haven't drawn monkeys for a long time

I hope it turned out well

[nannibetelgeuse]

The Ocean Boy~

[sophie-laurel]

otp 💙🖤

[desaturatedblues]

tadaaa @musekicker

a little bit of Otto and Gibson for you for yippee :D I was happy to see that I got you for the exchange. Every post you make is a banger!

Thank you @sweetcircuits for hosting this srmthfg trick or treat echange

[happyfroglegs]

@agithamoon happy trick or treat!! You asked for Gibson and/or Mandarin and I just went with Gibson because the amount of spoons I had were low. I hope you like it!

@sweetcircuits thank you so much for the event this was fun!

[pumpkinachai]

Decided to upload some doodles of my SRMTHFG babies that I had done throughout the year but just never really finished. Most of them are figuring out Mhairi's new look and a couple of my sweet boy Flint who I don't draw enough and needs a ref sheet of his own. Also included an adorable pic of Mhairi and Gibson that I swear I'll finish one day, but here's a rough drawing for now.

[grungekitty-77]

Dear Wormwood by The Oh Hellos

Ok I know you didn't know what you were choosing and didn't do this on purpose, but KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH KISSES YOU ON THE MOUTH KISSES- I went off a little on some Sprx angst Also funny that both SRMTHFG! requests I've gotten so far were the same band. I don't have that much of them on this list I swear!

Tw: Disassociation (And Sprx can have a little disassociation, as a treat. For me.)

AND I FORGOT AGAIN! @dazzlingsunf1ower

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Sprx found himself staring at the screen in front of him. He was supposed to be doing something. He could probably read the screen and figure it out, but his eyes were just sliding across the words. All he could do was stare straight ahead.

It was weird. He didn't feel present. Like he was controlling his body remotely, making even the simplest command difficult. He couldn't get himself to move. It left him with nothing to do but think.

And remember.

He hated remembering.

The feeling of ripping Nova apart; each piece resisting his magnets with a satisfying pull.

The strange weight of the Soul of Evil; heavy like a neutron star, but floating like a feather.

The warmth and comfort of the Fire of Hate; flooding down his arms and pooling in his chest.

Why did it feel that way? It should've felt hot and sharp. That seemed more appropriate for a corrupting force of evil and hate. But it wasn't. Nothing overwhelmed him. It just gently washed over him. It happened quickly, but it was so tender that Sprx didn't notice the corruption. His thoughts just changed as they soaked in the poison he had touched. Before he realized what he was doing he had turned on his team and pledged himself to his enemy, betraying himself in every way.

He hated it.

And that was the problem. If he hadn't had so much hate in his heart for the Skeleton King, maybe the Fire wouldn't have spread so quickly.

The irony that his hate for the guy had made Sprx a servant to him. How messed up was that? It made Sprx hate himself.

He also hated how he couldn't remember what he was supposed to be doing. How long had it been anyways?

It was difficult, but Sprx finally forced himself to look at the time on the screen in front of him. He had been sitting in his own thoughts for at least an hour. Not great.

"Sprx, have you finished reviewing those modifications?" Gibson asked, walking into the room with his own tablet.

Sprx tried to say something, but the signal got lost. All he could do was furrow his brows. At least Gibson told him what he was supposed to be doing, though the schematics in front of him still looked like static.

"Sprx?" Gibson asked with concern.

He set his own tablet down and crouched down to be eye level with Sprx. It was hard to meet Gibson's eyes, but Sprx managed that much.

Gibson was scanning Sprx all over for injuries or signs of sickness. Dr. Brainstrain at it again. But Sprx didn't blame him for the worry. He was acting strange even to himself.

"Can you hear me?" Gibson asked.

Sprx nodded.

"Can you speak?"

He shrugged. He honestly wasn't sure if he could or couldn't. Just that it wasn't happening.

"Are you alright?"

Another shrug. He also wasn't sure of that one either.

"Do you know what's happening?

Sprx shook his head. He knew that he didn’t know.

Gibson gently took the tablet off of Sprx's lap. Almost as gently as Sprx had been made into an enemy. Sprx's breath hitched at that thought and Gibson froze. It made Sprx feel worse.

After a moment of nothing, Gibson slowly began to move again

"I'd like to get some scans. Can you walk?" he asked as he finished taking the tablet away.

"I think?" Sprx said.

His voice sounded strange to him. Disconnected. Removed.

"So you can speak." Gibson noted.

"Sort of." Sprx shrugged.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

Gibson hummed. He stacked both tablets under one arm and offered his other hand to Sprx. Sprx took it and pulled himself off his pod chair.

"I'd like you to keep talking if you could." Gibson said sternly.

He was pulling Sprx by the hand down the hall towards Medbay.

"What about?" Sprx asked.

"Anything."

"uhhh...."

"Just the first thing that pops into your head, Sprx."

There was really only one thing in his head lately. Sprx tried, but no other thoughts came. All he could do was loop back to the one.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about." Gibson assured him.

"About resurrecting Skeleton King." Sprx corrected.

Gibson's steps stuttered. He managed not to trip over himself, but it was a close thing. Sprx wondered if he would’ve fallen down with him if he hadn’t caught himself.

"Oh." Gibson said quietly.

There was silence until they reached the doors to Medbay. Gibson open the door. They lingered in the hall for a moment before Gibson spoke again.

"Sprx. You know you don't have to be sorry for that either. You weren't yourself."

Sprx shrugged. He didn't have the energy to fight or lie. Gibson didn't look happy with that answer.

"Is that what's bothering you?" he asked.

Sprx decided he didn't want to continue the conversation. He walked into Medbay himself and forced Gibson to follow.

"I'll take that as a yes." Gibson said with a snide tone.

"Get your stupid scans." Sprx snapped back.

He sounded like he had when he...

"Sorry." Sprx said, turning his head away.

"It's quite alright." Gibson said.

He walked past Sprx towards a machine and grabbed a cord. Sprx couldn’t help but notice the suspicion and concern in Gibson’s eyes. He ignored it and quietly let Gibson access the port on the back of his head. It was quicker than taking all his vitals one by one.

The computer beeped once and Gibson read the results.

"There doesn't appear to be a physiological cause." he muttered.

Sprx might've been making it up, but Gibson sounded almost annoyed by it.

Gibson sighed and removed the plug.

"I suggest you speak with Antauri. This appears to be a psychological issue. Which is...regrettably, out of my depths.”

That was why he sounded annoyed. Gibson hated a problem he wasn’t capable of solving himself.

Sprx really didn’t feel like looking for the silver monkey, so he stood there and watched Gibson wind the cord back into place.

Gibson looked surprised to turn around and see Sprx still standing there. His face morphed into annoyance quickly though.

Sprx waited for Gibson to snap at him to get out. He wondered if they would bicker like they normally did or if he’d keep being weird.

“Sprx.” Gibson said, condensation already dripping from his voice “I understand that this is uncomfortable, but has it possibly occurred to you that perhaps you could be suffering from adverse effects due to the traumatic event you underwent?”

Sprx blinked several times before his brain accepted what he had just heard.

“But….I was the one who hurt you guys.” he said, confused.

Gibson sighed and pinched his nose.

“You were the one that was under the influence of a malevolent force. We, for all the physically injuries we may have suffered, were still in control of ourselves.”

Sprx said nothing. He had no idea how to even begin to respond. Nothing Gibson had just said made any sense to him.

Gibson glared at him.

“It really hasn’t occurred to you at all, has it?” Gibson asked with a hint of concern growing in his voice “Sprx! You cannot expect to be unaffected! Even I’m still-”

He cut himself off.

Sprx still said nothing, but Gibson struggled and stammered like he was being pressured to speak. He sighed in defeat.

“Very well.” he said “It wouldn’t do very well to be a hypocrite.”

Sprx still didn’t know what was happened.

“I still have nightmares about my encounter with the Ice Crystal of Vengeance.” Gibson admitted “It was so brief compared to your exposure. I can only imagine how you are suffering.”

Oh.

Sprx was so stuck on what had happened because of him that he hadn’t really considered that something had happened to him. Maybe he was allowed to be upset instead of hating himself.

“You went through something terrible, Sprx. You will need to recover.” Gibson explained.

He pulled Sprx into a hug.

“And that is allowed.”

Sprx stiffly hugged back. He liked the contact. It felt real. It wasn’t remote or removed or fuzzy. He could follow it back to his own body. He started to notice the floor beneath his feet and the details of the room.

Sprx relaxed and squeezed Gibson tighter as he felt himself return from wherever he had been.

“Thanks, Brainstrain.” he said, his voice sounded normal again. “I think I’m back now.”

Gibson released the hug, but didn’t fully let go.

“I’d like to keep you under observation for a while still.”

Sprx rolled his eyes.

“Sure. You can help me look over those modifications.”

Gibson smiled and squeezed Sprx’s arm on more time.

“That is acceptable.”

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Not sure if I'm in love with the ending, but I was having trouble forcing the story to conclude. It wanted to abruptly stop.

Anyway, ANGST! ANSGT! ANSGT! ANGST! With a dash of comfort. Not too much though!

[stop-spreading-this-poll]

Round Poll 58: Naming schemes

Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go submission:

SPRX-77 (Sparx) is the only monkey who's name fits that format. We get their full names when they introduce themselves in Episode One (""Chiro's Girl"") Antauri, Nova, Mr. Hal Gibson (Gibson), Otto, and SPRX-77. It was a fan theory from Fizzucker that they all had four letter and double number names (and it didn't make sense TBH) The Alchemist was just a zany dude who did NOT have a naming scheme.

NOBODY BESIDES SPRX HAS A DESIGNATION NUMBER. Our wiki is garbage and filled with random fanfic by people who don't understand what a wiki is, stop trusting it!

Splatoon submission:

That 'little buddy' is tge hero mode smallfry's name. Salmonids canonically have names like 'the legendary right hand of the true salmon king' (not an actual character name but that is what they sound like.) It gets on my nerves when people act like it is. They are also NOT a pet. Salmonids are very different from inklings and octolings but they are sapient, intelligent beings nonetheless. They are just a baby.

[chaoticmugen]

gibson + his tongue

S1 E1, E8 / S2 E2, E4, E13 / S4 E3, E4, E10

[incorrect-srmthfg-quotes]

Gibson, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Antauri: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

[Submitted by @thelozking ]

[my-monkey-doodles]

Been a long time since I posted things. I'm just so freaking exhausted 😩

Have a screencap redraw.

[pengy-pop]

"Now That's a rather fine example of late middle-shuggaazoomian castle building!"

"But, uh...It looks brand new, doesn't it?"

heyyyyyyy guess who's back on the monkey trainnnnn with a classic redraw from a classic(tm) episode!

below the cut is original screenshot and version without extra overlay!

[nannibetelgeuse]

"I love us"

[emde]

im in 2004

[mrhalgibson]

Gibson! Have you ever heard of..

Among us?

It's kinda like that time you tried to figure out who had the virus..

Yes, I have heard of this “Among us”…

It was interesting being an “impostor” who “sabotaged” the robot and “got ejected” once again, hahah!

[happyfroglegs]

WOWIE! 18!!

This isn't my official 18th anniversary pic but since work nearly kicked my ass that may come later TvT