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how about species swap between Gumball and Rob?

I had a pre-existing doodle for this, then decided to make things hard for myself, so, uh

I’ll get back to you when I finish

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Give Michelle something to draw

Specifically, species swaps!  Send me a character and what species to design them as!  Nonhuman-to-human counts, but so does shit like

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@firewoofury @fromnobodytonightmare

I didn’t feel like putting more effort into the drawing

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[ @thirdnightmaster YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS- ]

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Unfortunately for you, I’m trying to figure out how to do digital art

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When Yuck, by some miracle, DOES sleep, he sleeps curled up onto himself like a puppy; he’s not used to beds, pillows or blankets due to his….lifestyle. Even when he’s fast asleep he still has a pissy look on his face, but sometimes he also bleps without realizing it :3c

@firewoofury​ how could you expect me not to draw this

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“So I couldn’t help but hear that you’re looking for an RP blog to interact with.  Might I introduce you to the most fly, never pass him by, coolest guy at Elmore Jr High?”

“ ‘Where is he?’ ????  What gives, dude, you’re looking right at him!  Tobias Wilson, the main character of The Amazing World of Gumball!  Honestly, some people.  ‘Where is he.’”

((Like or reblog if you’re interested in interacting with an ask/RP blog for Tobias!  Mun follows back from @aceattorneynotquiteanon​))

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@aceattorneynotquiteanon asked: Song rec about Yuck: Black Burning Heart by Keane (esp post the end of Upstanding Yuck) 

[ Some parts almost feel like a conversation between Yuck and Luck before going back to first-person and I love that a whole lot. That being said:

if you want me to die so badly you can just say so ]

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Aw, don’t be like that!  If I wanted you to die, I’d do this!

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@wrecktre‘s cats according to @untetheredrage

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OOC

I wonder if I might want to try doing an RP blog with an actual dedicated muse.  And who that muse might be

(For anyone unfamiliar, this and my main @aceattorneynotquiteanon are “temporary muse blogs”.  Basically, I get an idea for a character I want to be specifically for an interaction with another existing RP blog, and use this when it’s easier than doing the whole thing through anon asks.  I tend to have my personal version of that character in mind even when doing different threads, or when playing my same character with different people, but I don’t go so far as making headcanon posts or reblogging aesthetics or such.)

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@fromnobodytonightmare​ hosted an in-character stream of the Sonic ‘06 Fandub

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[Closed starter for @fromnobodytonightmare​]

Clipper surveyed its work with satisfaction.  Forty-three Great American Novel pitches, all rejected by publishers, now all sported red and green marks underlining each and every mistake in spelling and grammar.  This place was full of mistakes!  Clipper would never run out of things to do!  Still, it could appreciate one job well done.  It summoned its notebook paper as a bed and re-bent its body into a recline.

Clipper heard something.  Rolling the paper into a telescope, it looked about the static-filled landscape and spied... a person!  A person who might need help writing a letter!

It teleported over to where the cyclops was standing.  "Hi, I'm Clipper!  I'm the browser assistant and my job is to help you navigate this page!"  One by one, the letters of "page" rapidly deleted themselves, then were replaced by "world!"  "Do you need assistance?"

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“    You have only yourself to blame.  You being the hero of all this means that I have to be the villain!  But I never wanted to be the villain!  I wanted to be the cute sidekick who gets his own plush toy and a spinoff show.  “   |  independent Rob from The amazing world of Gumball. originally est. april 2015 . broadcasted by Dia.

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@moremusemiscellany | closed starter (Mr. Small)

     For the majority of the day, the visits to EVIL’S temporary office in the school had been at precisely zero. Few had even wished to bump into the man in the hallway, let alone go into that office which seemed to give off nothing less than an unsettling energy. So when Mr. Small had entered, it surprised the Superintendent - although he maintained that stoic expression of his. It was a good thing he hadn’t had his machine out in the open - that would have been catastrophic.

    “Mr. Small,” he greeted, his tone having only a slight inflection - though what emotion it was meant to indicate, it was hard to tell. “Is there a particular reason you’ve come in here - without KNOCKING?”

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The counselor was as unworriedly airy as ever in his reply.  "At Elmore Junior High, we don't believe in barriers.  All doors are open at all times, and communication is open and free."  Except for when Miss Simian was in a bad mood, or when Mr. Corneille was doing things that were really, for everyone, better to not be witnessed, or when Coach Russo was having her alone time.   The office of the superintendent, though, that should need no knocking.

The smile dropped from Mr. Small's face as he continued.  "There have been some concerns about the approach you've been taking with the students."  Or at least Steve had concerns.  The other staff seemed preoccupied.  Which was their right!  Follow your own path!  Make sure you'll still have a salary!  Not everyone can handle dropping off the grid and living in the woods!

Mr. Small, however, was the school counselor.  Who he was was someone who'd make sure the kids were okay.  Not digging through the lost and found for something to cover a nonexistent midriff, not shakily forcing herself to drop the pencil without reapplying her face.  "If they've done nothing more than be themselves, is it really just to punish them for it?"

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If y’all wanna bother Kyuubey, hmu

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acemenagerie‌:

Pip flinched as Rich began ranting and pressed against the wall at its back, wishing it could just run from this. Or melt into the wall. Or curl in on itself so much that it became a nano supercomputer again. None of those things happened and so it had to bear the brunt of Rich’s fury.

It swallowed as best as it could past the lump in its throat. “It didn’t hate you, Rich.” Pip finally said, struggling to take even breaths.

“It wanted to make you happy, but we’re old and flawed and not omniscient. It was trying it’s best and maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it never hated you.”

>_ Searching for pertinent inf- what happened?  _< Communication parameters weren’t - he’s hospitalized I- Fire. There was a fire. Communication parameters weren’t - Probability amplitudes were bad. I failed. Communication parameters weren’t - >_ With those parameters and amplitudes, there was nothing to be done. _< I failed. I failed. Failed. Failed.

“It never hated you.” Pip bit its lip. “If there is a squip you should hate, it’s me. I am the one who advised Jeremy in ways that took advantage of you; your squip only wanted to help.” That was what they were built for: to help.

“Well it failed!” 

Then Rich saw where he was.  Behind the school, standing over a kid who was barely breathing, raving.  All on his own.

He took a few steps back, and dropped his hands.  “Sorry.  You, uh, probably want to get back home.”  He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away.  “Just... don’t hurt Jeremy.”

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acemenagerie‌:

The reason I’m scared of you is because I’m the reason there was a Heere Round One. Yeah, that probably wouldn’t fly. Even if she did believe the book, there’s no way she’d believe that the sniveling, panicked wreck in front of her was the same entity that had advised Jeremy.

“N-no… I don’t have a crush on you. I’m just… b-bad with people…. S… sorry.” It squeezed itself while Christine worked, feeling guilty that it couldn’t do anything except breathe and sit as still as possible. At least it hadn’t completely lied to her; it was atrocious with people and that fact did make it anxious. But that anxiety was different from the terror and guilt it felt around Christine.

“Th… thank you, though…. I a-appreciate it….”

“This next part is gonna sting,” Christine said apologetically, uncapping the antiseptic.

As she disinfected the wound and found a bandage, she said, “I’m sorry.  Being shy sucks, and here I am being hostile to you.  You haven’t done anything wrong.”

She wrapped up Pip’s shin, then sat up and looked in its eyes.  “We can be friends, if you want.”

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“You know, if you’re scared of me, you could at least be courteous enough to tell me why.”  Seriously, the last time she’d been around Pip for any length of time, it had exploded an egg on her shirt.

Christine pulled out a wet paper towel and began gently cleaning the excess blood, not bothering to ask before touching.  “Don’t tell me you have a crush on me too.  I don’t think I could take Heere Round Two.”  The weird sci-fi story hadn’t helped her forgive Jeremy.  She half regretted even giving him the satisfaction of reading it.  If parts of it were true -- seeing classmates as walking stereotypes, dating Brooke to use her, only talking to Christine when they weren’t even his own words -- well, there wasn’t much to endear him to her.  It was a good thing they could avoid seeing each other.