#patch pals

[bugisbonkerz]

i think duck forgets he has diabetes because of the loop. but yellow doesn’t

[skittykittybean]

He is stuck, silly stupid baby man.

[shortqueershakespeare]

when you have two time blind chronically late bitches organising phone calls there is not a chance both of you will ever be ready at the assigned time

[heartofbalemoon]

@xilonette your girlfriend gifting u her mixtapes and infodumping about her interest in music..! 🐆🎼🎛🎚

[impliedscamp]

the new house is so great, I love it so much and I can already feel my stress levels going waaay down, but it still feels like it’s missing something or rather someone to make it a home ❤️‍🩹

[commander-titania]

if you wanna know where ive been lately ive been playing ffxiv with my pals

[nobodieshero-main]

NOBODY MOVE I'M HAVING POSITIVE THOUGHTS ABOUT MORDRED AND ATLAS.

[kirbism]

I gotta find like a podcast or smth I lost all my pen pals a good few years ago and I haven't really read/spoken anything but English since then

[pizza-tower-anon-index]

Blueprint Anon

AKA: Blueprint, Blue, "C-slur" (by Pizzahead)

Pronouns: Primarily They/Them, although they have called themselves "queen" and "godess" at one point

Alignment: They're a very faceted character, but I'd say they're Neutral Evil at this point.

Power Level: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Blueprint is highly dangerous. All their power comes down to pure skill and cunning, as they have never been seen to have used a Magic Anon ask.

Skills: Blueprint is a robotics genius. All their plots involve high-tech terror. They can restore the dead to life by converting them into cyborgs, which they can then control, whether directly or indirectly through paranoia. The cyborgs are still fully aware of what is happening while controlled. However, this technique doesn't seem to be foolproof, as seen by the unfortunate fate of the pumpkin child Dal. When Blueprint sets up shop in a level, their location is in stark contrast to their surroundings. They're more than capable of fighting for themselves, and primarily use their tools as weapons, their favorites seemingly being their screwdriver, wrench, and welding torch.

Connections: Blueprint is deeply affectionate of Pizzaface from @world-class-pizza-pals , to the point of potentially being a Yandere. They're also very fond of the animatronic Toppins from Don't Make A Sound, and feel deeply betrayed by the fact that the five don't completely agree with their methods. In stark contrast, their hatred of Pizzahead is terrifying, and their plots are usually part of a long-con to get rid of him, if not a direct assassination attempt. Their most notable ploy is likely their first, in which they turned @funni-man into a cyborg and attempted to kill Pizzahead through him. They're far more fond of Pizzahead's Sugary child alter ego, Coneboy, who they have tried to convert into a cyborg to prevent him from turning back into Pizzahead. They have fought with the Detective Anon before, resulting in Detective getting half their face burned off via Blueprint's welding torch. More fortunate in their conflict with Blue was Detective's cousin, the Masked Anon. Blueprint had their arm ripped off by @rabid-creature and seems to maintain a fear of them, although the two haven't interacted since. Blueprint entered a short partnership with Emperor but doesn't seem to be emotionally attached to him either way. Another victim of their cybernetic anarchy was @chatting-with-evil , and by extention @evil-peppinospaghteti2 through clone shenanigans. They can still mess with Fake Evil Peppino's mind through his cybernetic eye. They also made a deal with Dal from @th3p7mpk1np4tch , but considering the next time we saw the girl, she was rotting in a box with rusted cybernetics, this apparently went sour. @chatting-with-peppino and Golden Pizzaboy from @world-class-pizza-pals have been warned about their tactics, but they have yet to interact.

First Appearance: Blueprint first appeared on @world-class-pizza-pals , requesting Coneboy bring them some of Pizzahead's confidential blueprints, thus earning them the title. At this point, Blueprint was a friendly, charming character, with a comedic love rivalry with Detective. However, when a trip to Peppibot Factory went sour via Pizzahead's Anti-Anon-Bots slaughtering multiple anons and four of the five Toppin Bots, something clearly snapped in Blueprint's mind, and they quickly went on a downwards spiral towards insanity and villainy.

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[blenselche]

Happy accidents, my gifts added up to an outfit lol. (they all finally arrived, our USPS is being investigated rn so it's slow as molasses rip)

Brandon at @punkwithacamera sent me 2 p great shirts and I'm real stoked about that Fern hat.

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

There are people in the YT comments of Axl vods who are starting to like, ACTUALLY see the fucking problem (unable to force reliable risk/reward, unable to consistently convert, no pressure reset no routing). I've even seen people start lamenting the fact that games are just not as interesting anymore like YES! THANK YOU! The game was already very simple and watered down; this wasn't necessarily a flaw, but further streamlining characters that are ALREADY streamlined just further exacerbates the lack of depth that people have been complaining about since day 1 of Strive because this game isn't xrd (which I disagree with but I also understand the complaint). Furthermore, you "increased defense across the board" and then BUFFED THE MOVES OF CHARACTERS WHO HAVE BEEN DOING WAY TOO MUCH DAMAGE FOR 3 YEARS!! MAKING LOWER DAMAGE CHARACTERS HAVE TO WIN MORE INTERACTIONS AND TAKE MORE RISKS TO WIN GAMES! WHICH IS THEIR WHOLE ISSUE AND WHY THEY WEREN'T GOOD! AND YOU ALSO TOOK TOOLS AWAY FROM THEM! ARE YOU STUPID? YOU'VE ESSENTIALLY DONE NOTHING! Ugh.

[cyberprimeyt]

Amygdala's Rag Doll. But VFlower.

I had this idea for a while now and I've never seen anyone draw anything like this so decided. Why not?

I'm proud of this.

A mix of my favorite vocaloid and first ever vocaloid song

[machinecreature]

literally today i spent my day off sitting on my living room floor eating panera bread soup / drinking coffee and listening to my records. namely the eagles and stevie wonder. thats both sad and romantic. i guess.

[coldshrugs]

close quarters

pairing: io laithe / estinien varlineau word count: 690 note: finally giving a little headcanoned moment a spotlight. is there ever a good time to notice your friend's hot?

“You are going easy on me,” Io says through gritted teeth, shoving Estinien’s wooden lance away with her own.

He takes an easy step back, falling into a relaxed lean against the practice lance, eyeing her stance as she repositions. Her feet are too close together, as are her hands on the pole, leading to unwieldy movements he can predict before she makes them.

To her credit, they’ve only been at this for a bell or so. He’s seen worse.

...But he's seen better too. So, yes, he is taking it easy on her.

“We don’t have to keep at this. Surely there’s something else to do–” “Estinien,” she huffs, standing at her full height and gesturing around them with the stick. “Have you forgotten we are at sea, and will be for another month? I need to train, and unfortunately, the occasional gull makes for poor sport.”

She all but pouts, beckoning him to continue with wide, pleading eyes. There is a thrum in his chest, something tiny and warm brushes against the fondness he holds for her.

Something new.

“Fine.”

If Io wants a lesson, he shall give her one. He slots his blunted weapon into the nearest rack and moves to her side.

“Hold it out,” he instructs. She does as he says with a giddy smile and without question, so he steps behind her. “Hands–” he covers hers with his own, then slides them into a more practical placement– “here, and here. Yes?”

“Wider grip, I can do that.” Io nods, her tied hair brushing his shoulder. A few strands lay across it completely.

Estinien inhales deeply, nodding too.

“Wider stance, as well. Stay low.” His hands move to her shoulder and waist, pushing her into a lunge position. He glances to the place his fingers meet her shoulder, ready to correct the slight stiffness she's still holding there, but his attention is drawn away.

Io's skin glistens in the midday sun, light twisting and refracting across the lean muscle of her back and arms, and under the thin sheen of sweat lie a dense scattering of freckles. Has he never noticed them? They spread across her back and down, down, to his other hand at her waist. Without a thought, his thumb slides over her skin, cutting a slow arc across her side. He watches it happen as if he’s lost control of his actions, expression turning to stone.

Estinien doesn’t move.

Doesn’t speak.

Doesn't breathe.

Io exhales at the touch, her firm posture betrayed by the unsteady breath. She seems otherwise unphased, even shifting further into the space of his arms. “Why must I be this low? It’s terribly uncomfortable.”

She turns her head, inspecting him from the corner of her eye, something like concern written on her brow. He’s been silent for too long. His hands are still on her, and his expression must be amusing if he takes Io’s sudden smile into account. She swallows, and he cannot help but watch the ripple of movement. Her lips, her throat...

“Stin. Silence can be an excellent tutor, but I do have questions.”

He steps away, clearing his throat as he ponders how to answer. There must be something else–anything else–on this godsforsaken deck to look at. “Store your energy so you’re ready to leap when the fight calls for it. You wouldn’t keep your bowstring at a full draw constantly. This is the same.”

“I see the logic in that. This looks better?” She holds her half-corrected stance, glancing at him for approval.

Estinien, busying himself with the small collection of practice weapons, peers at Io over his shoulder.

She does look much improved, but her form is no longer the only thing he notices. The sun on her skin, illuminating dark constellations broken only by her clothing. The delicate floral scent in her hair that faded as he moved away. Her gently teasing smile. The inexplicable compulsion to be next to her again. He now notices all these too.

Halone grant me the fucking strength.

“Aye,” he sighs, roughly jerking up a lance. “Much better. Let’s go again.”

[gwenymoo]

Me - Picks up the Switch Baroque port. I'm sure I can clunk my way through this with the Nerve Tower site translations.

Finds unidentified bone...

Ehhh bites it.

Explodes.

[britishchick09]

don't be fooled...

they only had 2 in stock! someone had to get them from the back 😅😅

and now there's only one! my special gal and her pal! ;D