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Google = Maverick
Google Red = Adam
Google Green = Elijah
Google Yellow = Oliver
"Because I care about you, okay?" with reader confessing their love to Google? 👉👈
Prompt: “Because I care about you.”
By his calculations, it made no logical sense. He was the prototype Google IRL model, the first and least human of four models released for a failed project that had long since been forgotten about.
Why would you take an interest in him?
“That’s insecurity,” Red said from somewhere to his left, and Blue rolled his remaining neon eye. Red was the second, and was updated to be able to name emotions, but he couldn’t feel them. He took some pleasure in naming what little emotion his sibling models experienced. “It is appropriate in situations such as these to do what humans call ‘communicate.’”
Blue leveled him with a glare. Red’s missing lower jaw sparked at the mouth and he deferred, shifting closer to Green, who had shut down from stress. They were all damaged in some form or another, courtesy of a massively failed upgrade. Oliver, for his part, was missing an arm. They were going to have to wait for Dark and Wilford to come in order to be fixed.
“What the fuck happened?” You appeared in the doorway to the hub, eyes widening almost comically as you took in the carnage. “Are you- are you okay?”
“Okay is a human term,” Blue informed her coolly. “We are functional, and will likely continue to remain so.”
“Oh.” You relaxed, and ambled over, sitting down next to Blue. You had this habit of flaunting boundaries others wouldn’t dare cross, and he was reminded of this as you reached up to gently touch his damaged eye. Red thought it was bold. Oliver thought it was endearing.
Blue wasn’t sure what to think. “Surely, you have other things to be doing.”
You shrugged. “I’d rather be with you.”
“Why?” Blue asked, at the same time Red muttered, “shock and surprise.”
You blinked. “Because I care about you.” Then, you leaned closer, squinting at his eye. “Now hold still, I bet I can rewire this.”
For the Angst Prompts: ❛ oh, now you care? ❜ with Host (or Author) and anyone else of your choosing. Thank you! ☕
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Prompt: “Oh, now you care?”
A small space had been carved out from the shelves, adorned with the occasional candle, flickering, dripping wax onto the worn wood and casting soft halos of light over carefully patched spines. Of course, no book would dare catch fire. It was the rule.
Scattered on blankets and in overstuffed armchairs were: the Jims, without their camera this time; Googles Red and Green, listening intently; Bim, wearing pajama bottoms and a dress shirt; and Bing, who looked half-asleep. Dr. Iplier was running late.
“The Author was bleeding, but not badly, from a gash on his forehead.” The Host sat at the center of this gathering on a simple, wooden chair, elbows propped on his thighs, his fingers steepled. It felt like he was staring at every single one of them at once, though he had no eyes to see. “Even half-blind with blood, he was still able to navigate his woods quickly and efficiently. They were his, after all, and they led him to Edward. He was just a medical student at the time, and he was terribly lost in the woods, injured, and running from one of the Author’s plots.”
“Is this how you met?” Bim asked, suddenly more interested. He sat up straight in his armchair, adjusting his glasses.
The Host’s head tilted toward Bim. His teeth were tinted slightly red. “Yes,” he said.
“Is that so?” Dr. Iplier said, interrupting the Host. He emerged from the shelves still in his scrubs and lab coat, a mask dangling from one ear. “If I recall correctly, I rescued you.”
That caught everyone’s attention. Even Bing looked alert.
The Host frowned, offended. “Of course not.”
Dr. Iplier strode across the small space, jabbing one finger at the Host. He was half-grinning; clearly they’d had this discussion before. “Oh, so now you care about the details? At the time, I don’t remember you being such a stickler. You were the one who got lost. I was the one who found you.”
The Host stood up, towering over the doctor, who continued to stand his ground. He fired off a retort, and they dissolved into silly bickering. Meanwhile, the assembled group sullenly got up, one by one, and filed out. With luck, they’d make it out of that labyrinth before the morning.
This is Google Red, his name is Asher
This is Google Green, His name is Aspen
They are Google’s children

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Shortly after EgoTerra: The First Movie was made in 2001, a collection of tapes were made to look back on some of the absolute best of some favorite characters called "The All-Star Set." Each tape in the set contains 4 episodes with the character(s) on the cover. (vhs filter under the cut)
16 with bingle
My triumphant return to (hopefully) getting prompts up more often. Tags:@darkstache-iplier @redraspberrycats @cookieface678 @bing-iplier @storm337 @sketchy-scribs-n-doods @pixelenchanter @itsjustkyss @darkiplurrr @darksaceofshadows @moonysmayhem @xpouii @projectwkm @sororia04s @purple-anxiety-blog @rabbitsartcorner @tried-my-best @endangered-cryptid-reblogs @skatle-skootle-demon-noodle Prompt 16: “I can’t lie to them.” “What should I tell them?” Red’s monotone was decidedly disapproving. “Do you want me to lie?” “You can’t lie to them.” Blue replied. Matter-of-fact. “It’s not in your programming. Tell them the truth.” “Why can you not simply get up?” Blue sighed. It sounded like a computer shutting down. He attempted to straighten up, to exert authority, but it was nearly impossible when he was slouched into the couch cushions, an offline android sprawled across his shoulder and chest. Bing had undergone a massive rehaul after a virus had invaded his systems, and now needed to completely recharge before he could be functional again. Blue had the meeting scheduled for later that day, but Wilford was unpredictable. And impatient. Red would have to take his place. “Blue-” “Do as you’re told.” Blue snapped, knowing Red would get him back for that later, but not caring. He had told Bing he would be there when he came online, and while his programming did allow him to lie, he refused to do so to Bing. Red cast him a withering glare as he left, his knee joints clicking. Blue logged a reminder to lubricate them, and was answered with a curt, binary response. He glanced at Bing, still unconscious, his sunglasses pushed up his forehead, his body seeming glued to Blue’s, one arm slung across his chest and the other pinned to his side. Blue pressed a kiss to the tip of Bing’s nose, then returned to running diagnostics.
Some ego dressing the Green Google up like a Christmas tree! (and he’s not* happy about it)
Terribly sorry this took so long I got sidetracked lol
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