Why I like them: He’s just a good robot dude that does his best to serve his purpose despite being in disrepair/mocked/forgotten about. Plus I love the idea of Jack having yellow/gold dyed hair too xD
Why I don’t: Unfortunately he never got to be as well-known as Googleplier is even though (I think) he was created around the same time as he was). And with Bingiplier now in the picture he’s pretty much left in the dust :’V
Favorite outfit: Orange-yellow shirt with his logo on the front and black sleeves, black jeans, shoes similar to Chase’s, and gauges with the Bing logos on them.
OTP: BSE/Happiness
Brotp: BSE/S-3-4-N (I’d like to think S3 would wanna help fix him up and get him some decent upgrades from his time)
Head canon: His hand and entire left leg are the only parts w/o any synthetic skin and coverings. Suffers from a serious inferiority complex (thanks to Google and even Bingiplier). Often searches up self-deprecating jokes to cope with it. And where Sean’s tattoo would be, BSE has a gold, glowing battery icon.
A wish: That he’s acknowledged by more fans and, maybe even, by Jack himself.
An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-let-happen: Him being completely forgotten about :,V
5 words to best describe them: Yellow, kindness, technological, humble, and metal
My nickname for them: BSE, Bing, Bingo, Sunflower, and Lemon Chip
Don’t imagine Bing(iplier) visiting the Septic Egos to hang with Chase. Don’t imagine Chase excusing himself to take care of some ego stuff and taking longer than expected to get back. Don’t imagine Bing getting bored and exploring the building. Don’t imagine him wandering into a forgotten basement and finding an old abandoned android there. Don’t imagine his surprise when he wiped the android’s chest plate and found a familiar yellow ‘b’ there. Don’t imagine sparks coming out of his fingertips and an old motor coming back to life. Don’t imagine the unmanly scream that comes out of his mouth when the android, that looks A LOT like his boyfriend, opens his yellow eyes and smiles at him. Don’t imagine Anti’s anger slowly fading away, after finding Bing meddling where he shouldn’t, when he sees his mechanical little brother finally awake again. Don’t imagine the happy tears flowing down the glitch’s face as he takes him out of the dusty basement and back into the main building because his family is complete now. Bingsepticeye is back.
10. “Please don’t leave me alone.” 11. “Oh god you’re bleeding.”
“Oh god, you’re bleeding..” Was the first thing that escaped your lips as you stood in the doorway of Anti’s room, seeing the glitch writhing on the floor. He was gasping and wheezing for air, his hands pressed tightly against his bandaged throat.
But you could easily see the blood slipping past his fingers, dripping onto the carpet.
“Fuck..” You mumbled as you ran in and helped him off the floor, setting him on the bed. “Let go for a second and tilt your head back so I can see.”
Even in his panic, he still obeyed your request. Sure enough there was a splotch of deep red on the bandage, soaking right through the fabric. You reached towards it, but recoiled your hand quickly, thinking for a moment before you tried to do something stupid.
Maybe Henrik would know what to do, or maybe you could grab some bandages from the bathroom.
“S-Stay here. I’ll be right-”
“N-No..”
Before you could get up, one of Anti’s bloodstained hands grasped your wrist. You looked back to see his eyes wide and desperate. “P-Please..Please don’t leave me alone..” He rasped, his voice trembling.
This was a sort of..vulnerability that you’ve never seen before in the demon. But it was clear that he wanted you to stay, and you couldn’t ignore how pained he sounded.
“Alright..” you sighed. “You have any bandages in here?”
He simply pointed to his desk, and you got up once more to quickly retrieve them, as well as a small knife. ‘I guess I’ll be playing the doctor today’ You thought.
Once you got the materials, you sat back down in front of him. You carefully cut through the blood-soaked bandage with the knife. “Just hold your breath until I get this on, okay?”
He didn’t argue, and allowed you to quickly, but safely, wrap the fresh, new bandage around his throat. As soon as you did, he seemed to have calmed down.
With a shuddering breath he leaned forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You blushed slightly at how close he was to you, but you tried to ignore that feeling as you tied the back of the bandage to make sure it was snug.
After you were done with that you lowered your arms, although you brought them back up to hug Anti as he didn’t move from his position. “You alright?” You asked him.
“Y-Yeah..” He mumbled. “Thanks for..doin’ that.”
“Well, somebody’s gotta,” you smiled gently, squeezing him tight. “Can’t have you bleeding all over the carpet can we?”
The demon chuckled in response. “Ya gotta point there, [y/n].”
This was just a silly idea I came up with a while ago and finally decided to write it.
Summary: When Dark and Anti hear Annalise yell “I’m bleeding!”, they were expecting her to be injured, but they soon learn that they’re going to need Amy and Signe to explain some things to their young daughter.
First Month
It was a warm, lazy Saturday afternoon. Dark was sitting on the couch while reading a book with one hand and using the other to play with Anti’s hair while the Virus laid in his lap, lightly dozing off.
“Papa!” Annalise called from the bathroom.
“Yes, princess?” Dark asked, not looking away from his book and Anti groaned a little as he slowly blinked open his eyes.
Just tweaking a few things here and there on a report for uni, and erm….
…looks like someone’s decided to show their face after a month or so.
Yeah, I thought it was you. What do you want now Anti?
No, I’m not giving you cookies. The last thing a tiny version of a hyperactive psychopath needs is sugar. Plus I don’t have any cookies.
..Don’t look at me like that. I don’t have any cookies! And even if I did I’m not giving you a crumb!
..You don’t scare me. The most you could do is give me a paper cut with that tiny knife of yours. Where did you even get that, I don’t remember drawing you with any weapons?…
WOW! HEY! WHAT THE HELL, DUDE?! Why you be a dick to me?!
(So, basically, my supply of cookies must now become a major priority in my life.)
Managed to make him happy with a piece of my last caramac bar.
… and I’ve fixing the crack in the screen… for now…
natalie portman radiates such a terrifying energy i can’t describe it….. it’s not exactly evil but it’s not warm either…. i feel like she could unhinge her jaw and drag me into the ocean like a kraken but she wouldn’t bc it’s undignified
Wanna know why?
“Oscar-winning actress Natalie Portman told the crowd at Saturday’s Women’s March in downtown Los Angeles that she experienced what she calls “sexual terrorism” as a 13-year-old after the release of the film The Professional.
Portman described her pride and excitement in releasing the film, only to encounter sexually explicit messages both directed toward her and made about her.
”I excitedly opened my first fan mail to read a rape fantasy that a man had written me,” she recalled. “A countdown was started on my local radio show to my 18th birthday, euphemistically the date that I would be legal to sleep with. Movie reviewers talked about my budding breasts in reviews.”
The experience, she said, changed the way she expressed herself publicly, in order to limit the ways she could be objectified by others.
”I understood very quickly, even as a 13-year-old, that if I were to express myself sexually, I would feel unsafe,” she said. “And that men would feel entitled to discuss and objectify my body to my great discomfort. So I quickly adjusted my behavior. I rejected any role that even had a kissing scene and talked about that choice deliberately in interviews. I emphasized how bookish I was and how serious I was. And I cultivated an elegant way of dressing. I built a reputation for basically being prudish, conservative, nerdy, serious, in an attempt to feel that my body was safe and that my voice would be listened to.”
