Under the cut: Written stuff that's on Artfight, picture of healed SH scars below that
Made as a background character for a Newgrounds game. Felt isolated after TCO and TDL terrorized Newgrounds, as other characters who survived were heroes of their original stories or confident, while gree was neither. Eventually meets Bubblegum, who introduces it to Minecraft. Together they become antagonists to the Color Gang, and eventually redeemed.
Personality:
Extremely shy, prone to going with the crowd if known about, so avoids being seen. Also incredibly smart
Entering fights:
Avoidings direct fights at all costs, preferring stealth and sabotage. Intelligent, and uses it to greens advantage. If it knows gree and Bubblegum would lose, it takes them away from danger.
Fighting style:
Preferred weapon is crossbows with dipped arrows. When unseen, hides behind cover to hit with deadly arrows, using Bubblegum as a distraction to pick off enemies. When seen, fighting style flips to complete massacre, focusing on conserving momentum to always be out of range and kill everyone. (You can’t be seen if there are no witnesses) In this style, uses dual diamond axes (from Bubblegum)
Slow reaction time & takes a long time to recover from staggers and is easily staggered. To dodge, relies on predicting opponents rather than reacting, so may appear omnipotent when in reality you’re just predictable
Picture!! stay safe do not view if this could trigger you please
these are sketches so ignore any horrible proportions please TvT
It should be noted that this one above ^^^^ was made as a fun challenge with my gf where we drew each other poses to draw, and she was nice enough to give me good proportions. The character is Yellow
Blue has a DARE shirt because one of its design inspirations are stoners
My dumb pronoun headcanons under the cut (only for the ones I drew… yet…)
Victim - it/its, unlabeled
This I actually have more behind than just vibes… for it, it/its was purposefully dehumanizing because it didn’t feel fully like a human and/or wished it wasn’t human so Alan’s actions wouldn’t have hurt as much, but as it healed, how it used it/its also changed and it used it/its in a more reclaiming/confident way, like “you may have not viewed me as a person, you viewed me as a thing for your enjoyment. Maybe I was made that way, but I am also more than your plaything” dialectical thinking iykyk
Red - she/he/it (idk order, doesn’t matter, idk gender either)
Green - he/they, cis man
Blue - it/its, genderfluid
Purple - any/all pronouns, pangender
This is another purposeful one, and the reason I made them use any pronouns and have her be pangender is I wanted to purposefully show that abuse/dysfunctional families (unsure which it is since I haven’t seen any statements) can happen to anyone so I showed that in pronoun choice
King/Orange/Mango (I have seen so many names for this guy) - he/him, cis male
Gold - he/it, cis male
In my AvA/AvM headcanon, it/its pronouns are extremely normalized and common (lots of people use them) because of none of them actually being humans, all of them being creations of humans… i like it/its pronouns
Edit: somehow forgot my shayla Yellow…. she/it and EXE/EXEs/EXEself trans woman
I ADORE giving characters extremely specific things they do to show their love. ok? For OJ it's fighting the thoughts that automatically come with NPD sometimes (I hc he gets these specific ones) even before he really realizes he might have npd/npd symptoms and for Paper it's leaving little origami crafts in places to brighten up someone's day. They are so cutey patootie
It was SOOOOO much fun just not caring about how line art or coloring or well... anything really looked. I might do this style more often because it's fun... or maybe tomorrow I'll get really self conscious and never do this again. Who can say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Also LEAFPIN AND PAYJAY PARALLELS. AM I INSANE THEY ARE THE SAME SHIP JUST DIFFERENT GENDERS AND YURI IS SLIGHTLY MORE EVIL
Bro. I locked in so much for these stupid gays. I do love this day's prompt though and I honestly might make a full AU of it (I have IDEAS)
Design notes and prompt list under cut
Tree Notes: I had this idea of having a dress that spreads like tree roots and kept that. His dress is based off of both wood grain and supposed to look like roots reaching around him at the top. In this little deity story I’m making, Tree was a mortal that pissed off the goddess of life, Leafy, and got turned into a large immortal tree. He’s also supposed to be Ethiopian-coded because of how that is often considered where human life started, but it’s very weak because there’s a ton of cultural subgroups there I honestly did not do research on. Also he’s a tree.
Black Hole Notes: Black Hole is the god of death. Black Hole has bandages around his eyes for a couple reasons. For one, it symbolizes disability and the higher mortality rate that comes with it. More pressingly though, he’s blind, which symbolizes how death touches everyone eventually and does not care who you are. He has a white dress because I think it makes him look ghostlike, and his dress is somewhat based on what high-level nuns wear, because of how death often comes as a relief to suffering and how Black Hoel is always trying to be moral. He was also supposed to have floating eyes to symbolize seeing everything but I forgot to draw those :(
So yeah both have dresses. As a book I once read and have since forgotten the name said, no gods are cis.
I can't believe I just found out about Astrobiology April!!!!
I miss kürtőskalács so much I haven't been to my mom's home country in a long time and the only time I saw them in the US was at the ren faire :(((( They're so goodddddd
Summary: It’s a beautiful night, and neither Teardrop or Robot Flower could sleep.
I wanted to write fluff. Thought it was too short. Added hurt. End with comfort. Enjoy? This was also written before TPOT 22 so there are inaccuracies with how the elimination area actually works I’m sorryyyyy
Happens during TPOT 20 (or 22 idk man)
Robot Flower was looking out the window of her room in Two's elimination space to the starry night sky. She couldn't help but feel lonely. Before she and Basketball got eliminated, they would spend countless nights just talking until the sun came back up. And now RF couldn't even talk to her. RF was still reminiscing when a notification popped up on her UI. It was from Teardrop.
The text simply read, "u up?"
Robot Flower was, of course. "Yes, I am awake."
There was a slight pause before Teardrop typed, "can u come over?"
"Are you at your room?"
"the bench"
"Coming."
Robot Flower walked out of her right-side up room into the upside-down halls of the Elimination Space. She went down the stairs, up to the foundations of the building that acted like a roof.
The sky was still dark outside. Stars sprayed the sky, as picturesque as a Bob Ross. The familiar drumbeat of Puffball and Fries headbutting into the space's boundary filled the air. There in the middle of the foundation was the five cinder blocks Robot Flower and Teardrop has assembled into a two block wide bench, just enough for both of them.
The top of Teardrop's head flew like hair in the wind. Robot Flower sat down and Teardrop leaned against her. Robot Flower leaned back.
Robot Flower stared up at the sky, "You couldn't sleep? I couldn't with these stars. They're new."
Teardrop looked at RF and signed with a mischievous face, 'They're not as beautiful as you.'
If Robot Flower could blush, she would have. But she couldn't, so she just put her hand on her lens and looked down.
Teardrop's face moved up and down with a silent giggle. As she voicelessly inhaled and exhaled, RF looked longingly at her. Robot Flower loved those giggles of her, and would turn up her auditory sensors when she was near her, even if background noise could be a bit much, just to hear her laugh.
Robot Flower turned to look at Teardrop and leans in. "May we kiss?"
Teardrop closes the distance. Yes, she was just kissing a smooth yellow lens. But she didn't care. All that mattered was that it was Robot Flower she was kissing. No matter how many times they kissed, both of them were sure it would never get old.
They leaned in closer before the ground shook and the sky went dark, the stars disappearing. Teardrop grabbed the seat to keep her footing but Robot Flower fell, the cinder blocks going out beneath her, hitting the concrete foundations with a *crunch* and *crack*.
Even as the ground still shook, Teardrop jumped off their handmade seats to check on Robot Flower. Her right petals were destroyed, and her lens was cracked. As Teardrop reached towards her, electric static jumped and stung her before RF's battery gave up and stopped transmitting. Teardrop stared at Robot Flower's still body. She was never that good at fixing machines. But she knew she had to try. She couldn't just leave Robot Flower broken. Again.
Teardrop tenderly lifted up Robot Flower and ran up the stairs, down to Basketball's room. She gingerly put RF in the chair and looked at the display while turning on the power button on Basketball's custom PC, opening to a Linux OS. Teardrop was suddenly very thankful for her high school's crazy hard AP Computer Science class. (haha author has to have TD understand Linux because author refuses to see BB as anything but a Linux user)
Teardrop quickly spyed and opened a folder named "rfSchematics" which she opened. She opened a pdf named "rfOuterBodyNotes" It opened to a blueprint of Robot Flower with different parts having typed annotations.
Teardrop felt a little uncomfortable, like she was looking at medical records, but decided to shake it off. There wasn't anyone eliminated she knew that they knew their way around Linux. Except maybe Remote, but she doubted that was a good idea considering her and RF's last interaction together had Robot Flower yelling about bombs.
Teardrop looked at the notes. Thankfully Robot Flower's lens was easily replaceable, and Teardrop's foot had accidentally hit the box reading that note, so she knew where they were.
The petals were a bit more complex, however. According to the notes, each petal had their own unique circuitry that had to be connected to the surrounding petals in multiple sockets.
Teardrop decided to replace the lens first, and took out the cracked one and took a new one, plugging it into the place it went easily.
With a bit of searching, Teardrop was able to find five boxes, all labeled with some sort of code and what TD thinks is the word "petals," though Basketball's messy handwriting made it hard to tell. She opened one of the boxes and it was, in fact, robotic petals.
Looking at the two boxes in front of her, TD was able to tell the letter said if the petals were big or small, but she still didn't know which was which. She just hoped for a clockwise direction starting from the top of RF and followed that logic, plugging in petal S1 and S2 below it. The amount of sockets and their placement matched each other, and TD followed the diagrams on the computer of how they connected.
Teardrop looked at Robot Flower, expecting her to turn back on any moment, but she did not. Teardrop could feel tears at the corner of her eyes, but she could not cry. She looked around the room for any hint on what to do and spyed some jumper cables. Perhaps RF had car logic and had to be started up? Teardrop put one alligator clip on each of Robot Flower's arms and turned on the jumper cables.
With the jumpstart, Robot Flower bounced and yelled, "Are you okay, Teardrop?!?!" before she realized she was in Basketball's room.
Teardrop hugged Robot Flower tightly. Seeing the crushed petals on Basketball's computer table, Robot Flower hugged back tighter.
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