#hamactiia

[rollinpinwheel]

I couldn't find these in my tags so here are a bunch of art responses to the height meme [I'm always accepting height comparisons, Pinwheel is 6'-]

[strebcr-a]

🌈 May I have one for @hamactiia of Robo Fizz especially since I'm sort of struggling to make one >A< You don't have to but I'd appreciate it!

send 🌈 for a promo banner!

Here you go I hope this is okay :^D

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

"Hey... You gotta sec?" Blitz sits opposite Octavia, tentatively pushing a Hellbucks coffee towards her, "Wasn't sure what kinda coffee you like if you even like coffee so I got you a simple one with some sugar and cream." He reaches into his pocket to pull a few more sugar packets, "Just in case you want some more...?" @hamcatiia Blitzo to Octavia

@hamactiia

Octavia looked to the coffee for a moment, then back to Blitzo before reluctantly accepting it. "It's fine; I normally go for black," she said, holding the cup in her talons while wondering just what the imp was trying to get at. He was being awfully nice, and even got her a coffee.

What did he want?

"So, what's up?" she said, making no move to take the extra milk and cream.

[fizziefactory]

@hamactiia replied [x] :

It's fine but also SQUUUUUUUUUISH

[arachnaemboss]

@hamactiia cont.

  AH, BUT HIS WAS the embodiement of self restraint! A thing that could so easily turn others to shreds and mechanical creatures into scrap and pools of oil with power alone, yet composture was ever-steady! The bot's presence alone was but a mild insult; an ancient being like he still at times struggled to comprehend what technology really was ( electricity, wiring and even coding were beyond him! ), and such a thing SPEAKING to him was certainly odd —- an engagement most inconvenient!

  “It was not.” Limes narrowed into slits ( sharp and piercing! ), for he found the other's IMPUDENT & bold demeanor in his presence an unwelcome first approach.

  Slender figure bent at the waist, a dark aura trailing, invisible albeit tangible. “Thy wonder, a peculiarity,” here did the DAUNTING echoes of his voice make themselves known: an implied warning! ( tread carefully... ) “Tell me, where does its source lay? T'would be unthinkable for someone to bring up such questions as directly.” Did his kind lack self preservation? O, Icarus! Fly not too close to the Sun, lest your wings melt! Though Zestial could deny not his own INTRIGUE, for he hardly ever got a chance to speak to a self-aware robot like this.

[voxxcd]

Sloooooooowly reaches out to touch one of the ports on the back of Vox's head. (Robo Fizz) @hamactiia

Vox knew the robot had entered his office but he seemed to be off doing his own thing which was fine since he was trying to get some work done. He had gotten focused so he hadn't initially realized that he was coming up behind him but as soon as he felt the hand on the back of his screen he quickly turned around and grabbed his hand.

"Can I help you?"

[the-smallest-star]

"Hey Gritt!" Fizzarolli reaches over, giving Gritt's tail a light pull, "How you doin' babe? Better?" He takes the other imp into a hug, spinning them around and around as he smothers his face in little kisses. @hamactiia

"Stretch!!" Gritt was more than happy to see him, hugging him just as tight as they were spun and laughed giddily. A series of happy chirps escaped the 'bad boy' superstar, tail wagging excitedly, "A lot better, I missed you!!"

@hamactiia

[hotelbitches]

@hamactiia cried: Lucifer makes his way to the hotel, eagerly anticipating hearing how Charlie's visit to Heaven was like. He wonders briefly if any of them still remember him or even thinks about him still, but those thoughts are quickly dashed aside as he enters to hotel; making his presence known by yelling out in a cheery tone, "Chaaaaaaarlie! Where's my little Char-Char??"

his answer lies in the state of their appearance. curled up in a crawl space under the stairs that they had niffty clean out weeks ago for "storage" that was really for moments like this, charlie can't decide if they hate that he's here, or feel grateful. either way, they know he won't leave unless they answer, so they push open the door slightly, just enough to let in a sliver of light and allow their voice to escape. "under the stairs."