#youtube nerd

[rubbersoles19]

Art Tag Catalogue

Exactly what it sounds like. In no particular order.

General art tag: rubbersoles19

Specific tags can be found under the cut.

Please reblog on Tumblr, but do not repost to anywhere else ♥️

INTO THE BARROW WOOD (DND campaign)

The adventures of Kingsley A. Bentivez, a human fighter.

7 AM EST (a Darkwing Duck AU) (related tag: Ducks)

A series that has been growing since 2017, 7 AM EST AU follows the adventures of actor and producer Drake Mallard, his adopted daughter Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard, and Drake's lost - and slightly unhinged - brother Diver, along with others as they fight to protect themselves, each other, and their beloved home city: St. Canard.

TALES FROM TALDORE (DND campaign)

Elanore Smelt, human artificer, and her friends.

I.Z. S.E.N. AU (an Invader Zim AU)

After the events of ETF, Zim and Dib become unlikely allies and teammates as they pursue and investigate the unusual under the Swollen Eyeball Network.

YOUTUBE NERD (Markiplier, JSE, Game Grumps, etc.)

Various art pieces of my favorite Youtube lets players, and their fictional sides and characters, including Markiplier, Jackspeticeye, Game Grumps, Natewantstobattle, MatPat, and more.

@amadeus-webcomic (Youtuber AU)

Do you want to hear a tragedy? ... No, I want to hear a love song. ... Then you've come to the right place.

Feat. Jackspeticeye, Markiplier, the Game Grumps, and others.

@amadeus-prompts (*AMADEUS sideblog)

A blog where I filled out various prompts and requests of the JSE Egos and Markiplier Sides, as well as others.

@watchmakerofhob (Original project)

A collection of art based on my original characters Shuckie, Turnip, Pierrette, Figs, Oer, and others within a world that mixes Wizard of Oz with Nightmare Before Christmas.

[rubbersoles19]

what ho, jumping on the poison ivy!mark bandwagon   -   do not repost

[rubbersoles19]

Family Don’t End at Blood which is ironic because they are brothers. Anyway, another beautiful commission from the honorable @lythariwolf!! What a fun adventure this was. Do Not Repost  |  Commissions are Open!

[rubbersoles19]

Not as Anti As You Think He Is

Redrew from a couple years ago. Figured simple is better. (The original is on the bottom)

Commissions are Open!

[rubbersoles19]

Drew Dark and Wilf as moths for some reason?

Including a lineart for others to color! I want to see y’all design these beauties <3

Do not remove credit! Commissions back open!

[rubbersoles19]

Can you believe he burned down the [REDACTED]??

I know the designs aren’t perfect but I did the best I could with the details provided (which wasn’t many). Look forward to more shenanigans!!

Do Not Repost / Trace | Commissions Open!

[rubbersoles19]

Panic Attacks and Body Image Issues for the DBH au

When the Androids had been recovered from the perp’s residence, there had apparently been quite a scene made. Mr. Jonathan Indovino hadn’t believed the reports that were coming back over dispatch, not until he saw it. Androids half twisted backwards? Sewn onto pieces from others like some sick Frankenstein project? So many mangled and butchered bodies they couldn’t begin to tell where one started and another finished? It seemed like a nightmare, and he would have never thought it was real.

It was so much worse than reality.

Several of them had been escorted through the precinct towards Jonathan’s labs in the back, paraded through like common criminals in a display that made his blood boil. Others were too horrific, and had been carted in through the backdoor. Jonathan thought he might be sick after catching his first glimpse, but he steeled himself, willed his nerves to calm, and then proceeded in a cool, collected manner like any professional would.

The second thing he had heard was how grotesque the environment they had been kept in was. There was layers of Thirium all over every surface, scattered odds and ends of various mechanisms, bodily fluids, mold and rust, and other substances the lab hadn’t had time to process yet. He knew the chief wanted them all hosed down and disinfected before they were stored in the precinct building, but Jonathan needed physical evidence to strengthen their conviction, and those Androids were covered in it.

He had to work quickly.

Those that we were wearing clothes were instructed to strip and carefully put their things into the bins on the tables for labeling and processing later. The rest just stood by and waited. That marveled the young engineer. Despite the horrific tortures they must have been put through, the Androids were all still despondent. They responded to orders and commands in a way dispatch had made to sound unlikely. Perhaps some part of their systems, deep down, knew they had been saved -

“What the hell is that thing?”

Jonathan paused from his note taking, doing his best to catalogue the Androids as quickly as he could before properly examining them, when the remark of the nearest officer distracted him. He glanced up, scanning the crowd of Androids quickly.

“What thing?” he frowned at the cops, one of which looked sheepish to have been overheard, the other just blinked at him in confusion. If they were about to make fun of any of those torture victims in his own lab, so help him-

“That thing!” he pointed again, and Jonathan looked. “The hell is that thing doing with a ... his own junk?”

Then, he saw it. Near the end of the line, standing among the slightly less physically altered Androids, was one male model, tall, Asian looking, with dark hair and eyes, and various wounds and damages, though his skeletal system remained in tact.

This Android, unlike the rest, however, had male genitals tucked shyly behind his hands. 

“Oh crap,” Jonathan said, shoving his pad onto the nearest flat surface and approaching the Android quickly. “Why did no one tell me we had a HR400 in possession?” he barked at another detective, getting several confused glances back.

“A what?” one detective, and by all accounts Jonathan’s boss, asked, crossing the room quickly to stand next to Jonathan. He turned to the blonder, shorter man, who tilted his head curiously.

“A HR400,” Jonathan motioned to the Android before him. “A - an ‘escort’ Android. HR400, please move your hands.”

The hands didn’t move. Jonathan and the Detective, Matthew Patrick, both blinked up at the Android, but he didn’t move.

“This one was compliant during the extraction,” Matt frowned. He inched closer. “Android, please move your hands.”

This time, with a slight shiver that Jonathan was sure only he saw, the hands moved.

“Damn, no wonder people pay to sleep with that thing,” a voice snickered and Jonathan spun around quickly, glaring at the officers.

“You may leave, Officer!” he snapped, the man blinking at Matt. Matthew, however, was also glaring.

“Go,” he commanded, and the man did so, grumbling as he did. Jonathan and Matt swapped a look, then turned back to the Android.

“We need to examine this one first,” Jonathan said, turning away briefly to grab a pair of plastic gloves, which he snapped on. Matt moved away from him to bark more instructions, and Jonathan once again faced the Android. There something there in those deep, dark eyes stared back, and the man frowned. Tilting sideways, he caught sight of the Android’s LED, which was pulsing red quickly among a sea of yellow. He snapped straight and stared into the plastic face.

“I need a separate room,” he called over his shoulder, ignoring the questions Matt called back. “HR400, my name is Jonathan Indovino, you’re at the Detroit Police Department, and unfortunately I have to examine you for physical evidence. And,” he added more softly, gaze flicking back and forth between those plastic eyes, “I bet you can hear me, and you’re being rushed with a lot of emotions right now.”

There it was, all the confirmation Jonathan needed, the slightest flicker of the face.

This Android was Deviant.

“Come with me, and we’ll go somewhere without everyone else watching, okay?” Jonathan said, and saw a flicker of something - fear, he’d bet - flash across the Android’s face before he mutely nodded and turned stiffly after Jonathan.

“Jonathan - where are you going?” Matt called.

“Somewhere to more properly conduct my examination,” Jonathan bit back in a tone that left no room for arguing. Matt clammed up, but watched after them both carefully.

---------------------------------

In another room, much smaller with less windows, there stood a metal bed, cold and empty, and Jonathan didn’t miss how the Android’s LED flashed with a warning at the sight of it, or how he stiffen and the corners of his eyes pinched.

This poor thing had already been repeatedly abused, he was willing to bet money.

“No one is going to hurt you,” he said, stepping to the other end of the room once the door had been closed, motioning to the table. “I’m not going to ... use you, but I do need to be thorough. Do you have a name?”

The Android blinked up at him, and the transition from stiff and plastic to so openly wounded and utterly human sent Jonathan reeling.

“No,” he replied, and Jonathan nodded down the lump in his throat.

“Okay,” he said, inching closer. “Listen to me, and listen as carefully as you can. I know you’re Deviant.”

The LED glowed and anger flashed in those eyes.

“But it’s okay, I’m not going to turn you in, or try to reset you. I’m going to try to protect you. I protect Deviants, that’s why I work with the police. I’m sorry about what I have to do, but I have no choice. I have to build a case against the perp so he doesn’t hurt anyone else.”

“Zlatko,” the Android said quietly.

“Right, Zlatko. He’s in custody right now, but I need your help to keep him in prison.”

This wasn’t working. The more Jonathan talked, the harder the Android shook, and the harder he strained to control it. He wouldn’t stop staring at the table, a million images tearing their way out of his ROM like toothy viruses, flooding his already artificially heightened sensors with unwanted and unprocessed memories.

This Android was having a meltdown, and that was the last thing Jonathan wanted to cause. Unsure how to proceed, he defaulted.

“Is there anything I can get you that would help you be a little less anxious right now?”

There came those eyes again.

“You’re probably feeling a lot of anxiety right now. Fear, tension, on edge. You expect everyone here to hurt you, but we won’t, not for our own pleasure. So, is there anything I can do that can help you feel a little less like that?”

The Android’s lip quivered.

Jonathan wanted to personally slice off some of Zlatko’s bits with a butterknife.

“Some clothes,” he whimpered, dropping his head and wrapping his arms around himself. “Please.”

“Of course.” Jonathan almost wanted to laugh, but held it back. “I’ll get the comfiest clothes I can find, and no one is going to take them off of you but me and that will only be for the examination, I promise.”

He didn’t look up, but he nodded, and to Jonathan that felt so much like a win.

[rubbersoles19]

flashback and panic attack, dbh!nate, if you’re feeling particularly evil

it just so happens that I am.

---------------------------------

Detroit wasn’t the cleanest city, especially at night. There were certain parts of the town that certain people didn’t go to at certain times, for different and usually sinister reasons, and this is exactly where and when Jonathan Indovino and Nate, his Android partner, were headed.

Coats hugged close and collars pulled high, both men made their way through the chilly, rain-soaked streets towards an address that Nate’s internal map identified as a laundry mat.

Or a petting zoo. That system was still on the fritz quite a bit, it seemed. He logged that note for later.

They pressed onward, Nate keeping his head down but peripheral vision high, identifying every person - or the occasional Android - that they had the misfortune of sharing the street with. His LED was constantly pulsating yellow, and occasionally would blink red, something he could feel Jonathan keeping a careful watch on.

Too much stress often made his already ailing systems worse, but he wasn’t going to let Jonathan go investigate a holed up Deviant alone, that was just flirting with homicide.

Jonathan stopped first, sharp green eyes turned upwards to survey the drab, dark building they stood before. The windows were covered with old, sagging cardboard and faded tape, and let almost none of the hot, neon light from the rest of the street inside.

“I can’t see anything,” he muttered. “It’s too dark. How about you?”

Nate stepped beside him and peeked through the makeshift shutters as well, his peripheral scanning the interior.

“The bottom floor appears to be vacated,” he reported, dark eyes scanning the shadows only his vision could penetrate. “There’s one door in the back, it might lead upstairs.”

“Upstairs, good,” sighed the other, adjusting his gloves. It wasn’t cold, but Jonathan was a stickler for protection. “Can you open the door?”

Nate turned to it, his LED blinking rapidly as he focussed, but his systems glitched and the lock evaded him. His face pinched in frustration, he inched backwards, head falling.

“Hey, it’s no big deal,” Jonathan smiled, touching his shoulder. Nate’s gaze flickered up to him as the taller shrugged almost coyly. “I’ll just do it the old fashioned way.”

-------------------------------------------

The inside of the building stank like standing water and mold, and Jonathan grimaced once he stepped through the door. He didn’t carry a weapon, just a small nightstick turned tazer, which Nate eyed wearily when the other pulled it from his coat. But the floor seemed empty, and Nate scanned the infrastructure again.

“There’s a body upstairs,” he said, stopping where he stood and staring upwards through the water-soaked ceiling.

“What kind of body?” Jonathan asked, inching closer.

“I don’t know.” They swapped one look, one brief nod, and Nate hurried ahead, leading the charge towards the back door - which he shouldered his way through - and up the musty, tight staircase to the second floor.

Jonathan tugged him back seconds before he shouldered down that door too.

“Hello? My name is Indovino, I’m here to help. Are you hurt?”

Both pressed close to the door, the red of Nate’s LED glowing on Jonathan’s face. He glanced at his partner and shook his head, and pulled back right as Nate reared up and kicked the door down.

They rushed inside, one after the other, where - sure enough - a body laid in the floor, sprawled out naked like the Vitruvian man in a blackened Thirium halo.

“Oh God,” Jonathan gasped, inching closer and kneeling. “Female, CX100 based on the clothes, a freaking home assistant.”

Only two Android models had been given any form of genitalia, the rest where smooth like a mannequin on both sides and everything in between.

Apparently that hadn’t stopped whoever had attacked this poor woman from cutting themselves some holes to enjoy.

Suddenly, Jonathan felt a chill, and turned quickly, staring up at his partner. Nate was frozen stiff, staring down at the body. His LED was blaring an angry, violent red and the corners of his eyes were pinched.

“Hey, Nate?” Jonathan asked, voice steady but soft. He slowly rose to his feet, keeping his hands low. “Buddy? What’s up?”

Nate wasn’t hearing him. His ROM was malfunctioning again, spitting out images and sensations of a cold, dank repair room, rows and rows of WR400s and a few other HR400s at every turn, plastic bins with spare parts and cheap repair kits, and the mangled corpse of a WR400, who had had gaping holes punctured all throughout her body which had been cruelly stretched wide with invasion.

HR400 #100 204 679 had meant to be in that rental, but had had a conflicting reservation that came up last minute.

It was the night Nate had almost lost an eye, but another Traci had lost her life.

He was shaking with the cold, but he didn’t realize it. That Traci, the dead one, he didn’t even know her name - at the time he didn’t even consider that she had had one. Hell, he hadn’t had one. Now - he hadn’t thought about her in so long, but here he was, looking back and realizing that she - she was alive.

She had been killed! Murdered because some assholes were horny!

“Nate!” Jonathan snapped, lunging forward and grabbing Nate’s upper arm just tight enough to squeeze hard. It worked, and Nate threw both arms out, knocking Jonathan’s grip off and staggering a step away, ready to run and flee. Every fiber of him was tight, and he was frozen still, shoulders hunched and face downcast. He was waiting for a blow.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me, Nate,” Jonathan said again. “It’s just me. You’re in that old laundry mat, remember?”

Nate’s eyes darted back to the body, and when Jonathan stepped between them, he flinched again.

Jonathan knew a panic attack when he saw one, even from an Android.

“Nate, switch on that peripheral. I’m right here, you see me? All ten fingers and toes? You see me moving my hand? I’m right here, dig yourself out and back to right here. Look at me, I’m dancing like a moron, you know you want to see this!”

Slowly, like collapsing one window at a time, the overloaded ROM was filed away, back into the dark corners of his processor HR4 - Nate didn’t want to deal with. Auditory processing was still a little funky, and he got the message in a garbled mix, but “peripherals” was something his systems could latch onto, a function, a command. They switched on and Nate winched at the onslaught of information.

Jonathan stood in front of him, hands raised peacefully, though Nate wasn’t sure if he was wiggling or if his sensors were swaying. Either way, it was making him nauseous.

He hit the linoleum floor hard, all knees and jeans, and Jonathan rushed to his side, pulling Nate against his chest and into his arms before the Android’s brain had time to resist. He could see the faint glow of the LED across the room still, and squeezed tighter and whispered softly until the red faded to a hornet’s yellow, hissing and unhappy, but no longer panicking.

They sat there for several moments, Nate finally recognizing the cold floor beneath his jeans.

“According to my satellite uplink,” he spoke so suddenly it make Jonathan jump, “this place was once a petting zoo.”

Indovino laughed, sitting up a little and patting Nate on the back, his other arm still wrapped around his chest and shoulders.

“We’ll look at that when we get back, buddy. As beautiful as this city is, I have some serious doubts about this place once being a petting zoo.” He sighed, unable to fully release the tension from his lungs, and glanced back at the body again. “A zoo, maybe. But not a petting zoo.”