Three Goblin Art
Not today Justin
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@ballistix
"... I just realized, I forgot to take my meds like two days in a row."
Boy better hope his folks, exes, girlfriend, and friends don't find out-
stories-of-the-multiverse:
“(Word.)”
He’s gonna forget again it’s inevitable.
“(Thanks for lookin’ out for me this time, though.)”
“Yeah, well, your girlfriend’s the last lady I’d want to piss off, and she’s for some reason fond of your braindead ass.”
"... I just realized, I forgot to take my meds like two days in a row."
Boy better hope his folks, exes, girlfriend, and friends don't find out-
stories-of-the-multiverse:
“(’Scuse you, I’m a twunk at least, thank you.)”
Ballard shut the fuck up-
“(Aight, one dose then.)”
The rapper slipped the bottle from his jeans pocket, opening the cap with… some difficulty…
And then popping two bright blue pills in his mouth.
Yes, dry swallowing.
“(Done. I did good.)”
Ballard please-
Whitty was tempted to rip that bottle out of the other’s hand when he saw them struggling with it. How were they this dumb and/or weak?
“Good, now keep doing good. I ain’t your fucking assistant.“
"... I just realized, I forgot to take my meds like two days in a row."
Boy better hope his folks, exes, girlfriend, and friends don't find out-
stories-of-the-multiverse:
‘(Aight, chill-)”
“(I’ll take two doses to make up for the times I forgot.)”
NO-
Christ this kid was going to be the death of him.
“If you do that you’re going to OD. Just take one dose you stupid twink.”
"... I just realized, I forgot to take my meds like two days in a row."
Boy better hope his folks, exes, girlfriend, and friends don't find out-
“Either take your fucking meds or I’m shoving them down your throat.“
At least the 8ft tall death machine is asking “nicely”
The robot hung from a web of wires deep in the lab he was created in, his consciousness spread throughout the building. He could manage the numerous systems better then any other human or even virtual assistant, their AI leagues above anything else on the market. Cameras bearing orange lights scanned the halls, searching for possible intruders.
@fatedgoat
The robot groaned as his system rebooted, orange eyes flickering on and off and glitching slightly as he ‘woke up’ Once he was fully online he’d stand up, stumbling back a few steps before shaking his head, looking around.
“Where the hell am I?”
If anyone’s still here, want to rp with my ro-boy Whitty?
(Tomorrow is my birthday.)
To The Top, Chooms…
Howdy ho neighborino’s, it’s y’boi 𝒯. back again with a new multi, so hopefully I have a new spot for all my obsessions. If muses from Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, Elden Ring, Panty & Stocking, Sly Cooper or Adventure Time interest you at all, like or reblog this and we’ll get to vibing.
((Starter for @ballistix ))
“… Oh.”
Well isn’t that a familiar face.
“Hey, Whitty, right? It’s been a while!”
She paused for a second.
“Ah, I know we didn’t exactly uh… formerly introduce ourselves to each other, but… Carol’s told me about you. Small world, haha…”
“So, how’ve you been? Have you been good?”
The robot was in his usual disguise: Blue sweatshirt, beige pants, and sneakers. The hood was pulled up over his bomb-head but he was still massively tall, and the glowing eyes were a bit hard to hide. Should probably get some shades if he could. He’d glance over at GF when she spoke, humming lightly.
“Could be better, I guess. Still on the look out for those ‘The Greater Good’ bastards.”
(I want to do more threads with other robots. Like not just talking but like...exploring the intimacy of linking systems, sharing memories and data. Or explore what it'd be like to get a computer virus he can't fight off or get hacked.)
clownstolemyjokes:
“SOUNDS good to me!” Robo Fizz chirps happily in agreement, not minding the choice of nickname especially since it was one Mammon usually called him, “Well, if you’re lookin’ for some hook-ups- I’m your guy! I practically work for one of the best engineers around next to Ozzie, but he’s a li’l harder to get in contact with (mostly because I don’t like him but that’s besides the point). I can take ya to see Mammon if you’re wantin’, but uh.. Do take heed he’s a li’l bit a grumpy guss sometimes but not all the time.”
The Jester gladly takes Whitty’s hand in his (whether he likes it or not) and begins to lead him towards Loo Loo Land or behind it more so as that was where the Sin’s estate was. Ushering them inside first, he follows after and calls out for Mammon.
It takes a bit, but the sound of a certain someone’s heeled boots with added bells clicking and jingling down the hall signals his impending arrival. He appears in the living room, towering over the both of them. Mammon peers first at his robot then towards Whitty, fixing him a rather scrutinizing glare, “And who is this, Fizzy?”
“Just a friend!” Robo Fizz quickly defends, shimming his way forward to wrap around a leg, “I hope ya don’t mind that I brought him over, but he needs some repairs and I wanted to bring him to the best of the best.”
Whitty listened intently as Robo Fizz spoke, quite happy to hear that the other had such a good engineer...at least until they said the name Mammon. The robot would promptly jolt in alarm, orange eyes wide in shock as his hand was quickly grabbed and he was all but dragged to the sin of Greed’s estate. Whitty’s processor raced the whole trip there, utterly terrified of what might happen if he angered the sin. Or worse, if his power core intrigued the other enough they’d just rip it out and leave him an oversized paperweight. The robot’s terror was only amplified as the sin responded to Fizzy’s call, the robot having to fight the simulated terror telling him to run, to get out of there and minimize the chance of his premature decommissioning. He’d wait until the other robot finished speaking before piping up himself.
“Okay, umm, well, I’d just...like to point out I’m not in critical need of repairs right this moment. Like, sure there’s probably a few things you could do to increase my efficiency but I’m not at threat of breaking apart any time soon. I...kind of figured Fizz would’ve taken me to someone else working under you not...you yourself, sir. But...I do need someone on hand in case something does come up, and if you are as great an engineer as Fizz says I’m sure you can find some ways to improve my design.” Whitty started, hoping to smooth things over a bit by framing this as less of an emergency and more of a deal or agreement. Plus a little flattery never hurt.
“My original creator made me quite strong, fast, and durable, though my agility and flexibility are sub-par. My processor is actually stored in my chest, allowing my head to be used as an explosive if need be, though It will need be repaired or replaced if used as such. Until it is I will be blind, however I can still hear and speak through this speaker in my chest.” He started to explain, tapping at the seven holes in the center of where the pectorals would’ve been on an organic person.
“If worst comes to worst I can overclock my system to increase my speed and strength, though it comes at the cost of overheating myself. That combined with the added strength and it’s entirely possible I could wind up destroying myself. Maybe I could work as security for you? Or some sort of construction bot? I guess I could also perform as some sort of strongman bot, but that’d probably be more impressive for an organic person to do.”
clownstolemyjokes:
“YOU got somethin’ goin’ on. That’s better than nothin’!”
“I mean...yeah I do have one thing, but what’s wrong with wanting options?”
( @clownstolemyjokes mentioned.)
Grumbling robot noises
“Stupid fucking sexy jester, getting both sets, and tentacles...All I can do is suck someone off...can’t even move that well...”
(I wanna
I wanna rp Whitty getting upgraded. Plz.)
clownstolemyjokes:
“NICKNAME?” Chirps the Jester as he’s greeted, turning around to face the new visitor and offer them a wide yet friendly grin. “Mmmm- Not really. Most tend to give me nicknames that they feel suits me, but I don’t really got one besides Fizzy that Mammon calls me now and then.”
His helm tilts, greens attentively staring and studying. “Why you askin’? I don’t mind bein’ referred to as Robo Fizz since that’s just what I am.”
“Either way, nice ta’meet ya Whitty. What brings ya here?”
Whitty couldn’t really imagine not having a name he himself had chosen. Even if his name was a bastardization of the name of the demon that had made him, it was something he chose.
“...I’ll stick with Fizzy. As for why I’m here...well I guess you could say I’m fishing for connections. I kind of...killed the person that made me. Long story short he wanted me to kamikaze myself but made me a bit too smart. I was hoping you could point me to someone that could keep me maintained? I’m also looking for upgrades to get, but keeping myself together is a bit more important.”
↖️Achievement: Cyber Birds
🏆: Though this Muse has cybernetic implants, or even a full cyber body, inside still beats the song of a Soul, like a beautiful bird in a cage of gold.
