#askalombax

[phoenix-downer]

I’m @askalombax and I’ve made Lea’s keyblade. It’s lit. :) wanted to share since I’ve loved your art curation. I can’t draw, but I can make electronics go

@askalombax oh wow thanks for sending me this, this is incredible! How did you make it?

[lionheartxd-archive]

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“Uhh...” Hunk rummages in his pack for the bolts he and Coran traded for this morning -- Bolts? Seriously? Do they not have credit cards out here? -- and counts out what he thinks is 500, glancing at the stranger (fluffy, feline, and barely as tall as Pidge). “Uh, no thanks, I think I can handle the de-seeding part.”

The Blarg shrugs, throws two pounds of Jahkara fruits into a paper bag and tosses it at Hunk. “Whatever, now scram, kid.” The glance he throws at the stranger makes it clear he’s only toning it down for his sake.

“Thanks, you uh...” Hunk winces a little, not liking the idea of being deliberately rude at all, but not wanting to be rude by...uh, failing to be rude. Boy, his head hurts today. Polaris is weird. “Uh -- jerkface?”

“Lousy offworld bastard!” the Blarg shoots back, looking strangely pleased, and his coworkers in the back of the stall are laughing so hard that Hunk can’t help but laugh too.

"Yeah, uh...really far from home. I’m Hunk. Thanks for jumping in back there.”

[wrenchmxster]

(Kaden). "That's it, ssss-Ratchet," Kaden huffed. "Bed rest. Now."

“Bed rest? Really? Look, Kaden, I know you’re a – ”

That’s all Ratchet gets to say. He freezes for a moment, and with a violent shudder, grabs the trash bin under his drafting table just in time to throw up everything he ate in the past 24 hours.

[wrenchmxster]

@askalombax

“Hey Clank! It’s September already, can you believe it?” Ratchet gloats as he shakes the swear jar around, currently containing around 10 bolts. “Ooh, is that an echo I’m hearing?”

[catnyx]

Cat is conflicted. She and Clank fell asleep on her sofa the day before he left for filming, and today, she really wants to sleep there after she just realized the throw blanket and the pillows still smell like him. But if she does, they won’t anymore, they’ll smell like her again.

She also just realized how bad she’s got it.

[thenotsogoodtwin]

☆ my little bro needs some love :)

☆Happy Headcanon:

Despite their differing views in some areas, Klunk gets along quite well with his goody two-shoes counterpart. The bot finds himself honestly enjoying Clank’s company whenever they spend time together. Either indulging in their similar preferences and hobbies (such as a ‘friendly’ game of chess), or simply hanging out. As long as the irritating furball doesn’t soil the mood with its presence of course.

He is happy and content with their relationship; even regarding Clank as a sibling, something he never properly had when he was still in his early years of creation.

[the-unwritten-lombax]

Lenora tightened her hood over her head and glanced around the alleyways and street of Meridian City anxiously, hyper-alert and on the look out for Alydian search vessels. So far, it seemed she was pretty safe whether they were there or not; the dens, bustling metropolis was easy enough to hide in so far.

After a narrowly succeeded warp-jump to the Polaris Galaxy, Althyna managed to get it to the nearest planet to settle down and hide post warp-exit, even with a damaged guidance system. She managed to settle herself in a tight, dark alleyway, very easy to hide in, and once Lenora pulled herself out of cryosleep, she finally had the time to take a deep breath, settle down, and figure things out. 

Ironically, though, out of the heat of the chase, the continued drawing of blanks only made her more anxious. She has no idea what to do from there, or where to go. Really, she only left her feathered friend and Juniper at the ship in search of the Polaris Defense Center on Idda’s suggestion. Idda explained to her that the Polaris Defense Force were the primary authorities in this galaxy, so if Lenora had any intent on letting someone know about the Alydians’ activities, or figuring out what to do with herself, they were the best people to go to.

If they could stop Jy’Slenna, Lenora had to agree. Halfway there, though, the thought had occurred to her... that it was hyper-predictable that she would go for the authorities first. She might be discovered en-route and captured again. If only to snap her out of the prelude to a panic attack, Idda made an new suggestion instead; going instead to the home and works space of the Polaris Defense Force’s top rangers; Idda’s database gave the address for galactic heroes, Ratchet and Clank.

And she was RIGHT across from it!

Why was she still so anxious though...? These were apparently good people who could offer some help... why was she so nervous?

@askalombax

[wrenchmxster]

How a certain person (NOT GONNA NAME NAMES) ruined my life

Certain person: /suggests Ratchet could have a crippling addiction to birch beer/

Me: lol /gives Ratchet a crippling addiction to birch beer/

Me: /tries birch beer/

Me: /develops a crippling addiction to birch beer/

The end