#smart lil guys

[pretty-little-martyr]

a collection of Buny. images are grainy due to me respectfully keeping my distance♡

[triona-tribblescore]

He's a little silly but we support him all the same <3

[mochasucculent]

Gilf on gilf psychological warfare

[soriastrider]

yeah

[waxingrunes]

It’s nearly Valentine’s Day and Tiny wants to make a good impression for his favourite person. (You see that slicked middle parting? Did that all by himself tell him it looks nice)

[pixlokita]

If Conan took a single step into the pizza plex, fazbear history and Conan being a death omen, there would at least be 20 bodies instantly and even Glitchtrap is confused, thoughts?

Glitchtrap: I fear no man

Glitchtrap: but that “THING”….

Conan:

Glitchtrap: it SCARES me….

[yummycrummy]

Felt like redrawing this >:]

[wibble-wobbegong]

only people who recognize that mike is easily one of the smartest characters in the entire show are allowed to call him stupid

[blue-pancakez]

Annabeth, talking to Percy on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?


Percy: You bet!


Annabeth: At what temperature?


Percy: 535.


Annabeth: That's the clock.


Percy:


Annabeth:


Percy: 536.

[ticklet0d]

Steve uses real fancy words sometimes, Johnnys smart but when he doesn't understand the word he just looks at Ponyboy, and Pony will explain

[saeraas]

HIS ASS IS OUT????

[presumenothing]

@ lianhua novel anon: just fyi that i saw your ask and yes would love to talk on it when the braincells permit!! (+ probably also when i finish watching, we're on ep36 rn)

…though i did just have unfortunate and highly cursed but not inaccurate thought that at least some of the plot/coherency issue may be familiar from acd holmes to bbclock adaptation issues, i.e. the addition of Big Backstory Plot followed by the shoehorning of said plot into what were mostly standalone cases in the original writing with varying degrees of success

[triona-tribblescore]

Mikey with baby Donnie is dangerous for the world

Donnie may be a baby, but he still has to hold mikey back, or else he'd go full Karen mode on yo' ass

Also lil head cannon that he and Raph would make lil sweaters for him uvu

[nightseeye]

Teehee, OC stuffs mainly, but lotsa Fresh in there too. Even did a lil writing based off the middle comic (fresh and HCT (square robo), put it in a readmore

Its set after game events, and also my undrawn comic events regarding my two ocs, just a lil convo between an protective guard robo and the guy who caused them to almost kill their boss

Lel had swept out like a whirlwind, leaving the two in silence, studiously ignoring one another as they waited for the scientist to return. Fresh fidled with their headset, while the robot simply stared straight at the empty doorway Lel had disappeared through.

"STATEMENT: Clear dislike of subject." Cut through the silence, leaving the beat surprised it was broken at all.

Fresh couldn't help but roll their eye once they actually registered the obvious understatement. Anytime they came to talk to Lel, the robot was never too far away, hovering in a corner somewhere like the obnoxiously overprotective guard dog it was built to be. Not the worst reaction they've gotten from someone, but after enough time it became... grating.

"Unsurprising." The beat couldn't help the disdain and dismissal that dripped off the single word, cutting their gaze away from the robot.

"EXPOUND: Subject is the cause of PRIMARY OBJECTIVE failure."

That alone brought their attention back to the conversation. It wasn't rare that Fresh learned whatever particular reason a person had for hating them, but they haven't yet heard one from the robot. Usually it was something along the lines of tearing apart the Treeangle, or turning the seas pink. Nothing ever personal enough that they actually cared - beyond those flowers they beat up during their freedom-induced rampage, - but the beat was curious to hear whatever reason had taken it so long to spit out.

"Yeah? And what's that?"

The robot gazed up ever so slightly, as if reading it out from thin air: "PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: Keep USER Lel safe, hale, and happy."

Fresh couldn't help but flinch back as the robot slowly turned to face them, a single glowing pupil growing to encompass its entire eye in an admittedly very unnerving display. They could almost imagine how threatening the machine had looked when corrupted with the single spark of pink flickering in its eye, sharp claws pointing at the beat.

"STATEMENT: Cause of PRIMARY OBJECTIVE failure."

That simple sentence was just the truth, but nothing had ever felt more like an accusation, judgement, and condemnation than that. It struck true like an execution, guilt tying a noose around their neck and rendering them silent. There was nothing Fresh could say to to defend themself, no excuses to give, and none that they'd want to try. Maybe if they hadn't grown so close to the scientist these past few weeks, that single sentence wouldn't feel so bad, but... the knowledge that they had a hand in Lel's pain, in that kind scientist's fear...

Maybe they could understand HCT's hatred a little better.

"VEXATION: Subject is.-"  The fragmented sentence was was enough to pull their thoughts out of the spiral they were going down, and Fresh couldn't almost help but feel grateful towards the robot, even as it turned back away from them. With its pupil returned to normal size, they were able to see its expression change from angry, to fustrated, and settle on annoyed as it found a way to complete its sentence, "..tolerated, by USER Lel."

Fresh snorted.

"I think they do more than tolerate me." They replied, mind drifting back to all the times they've poked around the lab, only to be caught by Lel, and not scolded, but taught about how whatever equipment they were poking at worked.

How, even as the scientist threw a million questions their way, they were kind enough to notice the ones the beat shied away from, and not ask anymore. The snacks, the smiles, the simple greetings and waves if they ever passed one another elsewhere in Paradise. They wouldn't be surpised if Lel counted them as an friend.

The beat knew they counted them as one.

There was a sound Fresh could almost describe as a prim sniff, if it hadn't come from the robot bigger than they were, "EXPOUND: Lethal force distinctly unauthorized."

Lel rushed back into the room to see Fresh in tears on the floor, gasping for air as they cackled, while HCT stood, seemingly unmoved as it glared off to the side.

[micahdodoodles]

duck is a menace

then again, so is everyone else

[yummycrummy]

I was in a big coloring mood <3