#red google

[randomnerd-art-blog]

Uuhhhh scratches head I was hesitant to post this at least on Twitter but I’m usually chill on tumblr and everywhere

Will I do other Google designs? I have no idea I AM BACK IN THIS BUILDING GOD SAVE ME HELPPP!!!!!

[kaisartdump]

This came from a convo with me and Syle LMAO

[ask-bing-and-the-g-unit]

Eric watched as Dark laid out newspapers along the tub. Such a fine tub — so clean. The cat wilted, ears pressing down as he thought about having to- to- to go to the bathroom. He shuddered at the very thought. Eating, going to the bathroom. Awful, awful, awful. He shook himself again, and he then noticed the start hairs that flew off of him. He was making a mess.

A long, low mewl of disconcertion came from his throat, and Dark looked over with confusion. After a moment of hesitation, they reached over to rub his head. Eric had quickly learned this soothed Dark as much as it felt good for Eric. “It’s just temporary. I doubt that this will last long. No more than a week.” Eric certainly hoped it would be shorter. A week? Unable to make sure everyone was okay? Unable to clean??? The world will fall to disarray! Chaos! Discord! Madness!

Dark was quiet as they rubbed his soft ears, then letting their hand run along his back slowly. Eric crept closer until barely pressed against their side and settled his head on their leg. His ears swiveled at every subtle crack and pop of their body, upset rising in Eric’s throat.

“Come along,” they sighed, standing carefully as more bones crackled against Eric’s ears. “You should be able to sleep through most of it, I would think. We’ll get you settled on the bed.”

Eric’s little pink nose wrinkled at that. He had seen the bed on the way in: crumpled and messy. It would need to be made before anything. He scampered off the ledge of the tub and sprinted ahead of Dark who startled at the the suddenness.

The cat leapt onto the bed and promptly collapsed with a less-than spectacular landing before pushing himself back up onto his paws. He stumbled across the foam mattress, but he had set himself to a task. Using his mouth (awful, terrible, so many germs, he hated this), Eric began his tedious undertaking of making the bed. Dark finished shuffling their way to stand in the doorframe to the en suite, watching with both amusement and bemusement. Each step that the cat took grew more confident by the meticulousness of walking back and forth to straighten the sheets just right.

Eric not moved to trek over to grab the next layer but rather froze, a paw hovering over the ‘pristinely’ placed sheets. He would– He would wrinkle it! Ruin it! The bed will fall to disarray!! Eric shrank back, tail between legs as he bumped the headboard. He couldn’t finish the bed without ruining it. An upset warble (?) sat in his throat, and he circled to hide in the pillows with a whimper.

All of this was terrible! Couldn’t cook, couldn’t clean, couldn’t even make a bed! He whined beneath the pillow, too upset to silence himself. While the cat fell into despair, Dark sighed and shuffled to Eric, dragging themself over by their cane. Their free hand moved with slight movements, and the rest of the covers drifted into the air by Dark’s will and made themselves on the mattress. Eric’s hairs stood on end and led him to peeking his head out as his nerves were now on edge.

The brown of his irises bloomed with dilated pupils as the magic finished making the bed. Clean! Neat! CREASELESS AND WITHOUT WRINKLES!!! He started trembling? and he whipped his head to find the source, stumbling out from behind the pillows as his chest continued rumbling.

A grey hand settled on his head, causing Eric to look up at Dark who rubbed — oh, that feels really nice — his ears. “Glad to have your approval,” they chuckled — also very nice; had he ever heard Dark chuckle before? — which only confused the former android more. How did they know that he liked the made bed?

Eric chirped at them in approval; this seemed to interrupt the strange vibrations for a moment, so he chirped again, only for the rumbled to resume. A little frustrated, he chirped over and over, worry crossing Dark’s face as he continued. “Are you… hiccuping?” Eric shook his head, his purrs overtaking him again when he stopped. “Okay, sleep as much as you can. It’ll help make the time go by faster.”

[tamstam]

i look pretty good for a dead bitch 😎 jk 

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!! so, i´m finally done with my exams and all that school stuff, soooo, i´m finally able to draw and answer everything u had send me!

i really missed you all :,(((

[nickaroo]

| My first objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. My secondary objective is to destroy mankind

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Requested by: @anomalous-duck

[ask-yourfriendlyskaterboy]

OOOOOOH SHIIIIIT. Google, it’s fine. Um. Bing just kinda. Had an accident

The deep maroon color in Google’s eyes would soon be replaced completely by a deeper blue with swirls of cyan as he took in the damage that Bing had done to his eye. He wouldn’t say outloud what he was thinking then. Soon, his grip on Bing’s wrist would loosen til he dropped it altogether to fix his hair.

Ivan: “Okay.. What is it that you need?”

Google: “Take Bing and help him, he’s had an accident and needs a replacement.”

Eric: “??”

[bingledidthebangle]

Magic anon: Tell the truth. All those in the blog must now tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth for /their/ next four asks. All characters are ask locked, beginning now.

Magic anon: Tell no lies (Beginning)

[mark-dark-andmore]

markiplier incorrect quotes | 154

Red Google: Hit or miss, Nazis still exist huh? Gotta crite spranberry yeeted at your face huh?