BDHAHBSBSHSBS CHAT I DREW THIS WHEN I WAS BORED IT LOOKS SO BAD đđđđ i just needed to get the idea out of my head ;-;
i canât draw a person doing pushups for the life of me
i forgor to post uh⌠anyway ya christmas art featuring er my close friends OCs & my OC White
@cake-mixx @tabivioletwriter ur in this :P
âNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!â ahh (i donât know what drove me to draw this honestly)
they both need a lot of rest (i have no idea if i should count this as OC x canon but er yeah)
eeeerrrmmm i drew lore of @cake-mixxâs OC The Order⌠really awesome backstory that guy has er ehehhsnxndnsm
yet another Christmas collab with @littlemuffin890 mweheheh
christmas collab with my hubby & also @cake-mixx and @tabivioletwriter â˘oâ˘
white lore thing :3 i created this a long time ago but then i took a small break, today i FINALLY finished itâŚ
btw i hope i got the Vietnamese stuff right!! i used the most accurate translator i could find-
also, it looks a bit sucky in the beginning, but i PROMISE it gets much more better at the end. >_<
shout-out to @tabivioletwriter for helping me with some of it!! you were such a big help man tysmmm :333 đ
enjoy!!
Something felt off. Very off.
A lot of tabs open in the browser app, most of them having something to do with therapy or math. Perhaps it was Cadeo struggling with homework, or⌠family. Many useless apps, half of them being âanti-virusâ apps that really just stole your data.
So gullible.
White sat on the ground of the PC, thinking and calculating. All he could hear was that damn hissing coming from the files app. It was starting to get on his nerves but each time he checked, it was nothing.
The robot hummed, looking up at the screen. He overheard some arguing about âmedicineâ and money from the kitchen, which wasnât new.
âYou little brat. Do you know how much money we spend on this family?â
âMom come on donât blame Cadeo for all this, heâs only fiftee-â
Loud clattering of objects? Or was it something else? Either way it was bad.Â
White sighed, looking away. His creators life was unfortunate, and he was a practical therapist for the traumatized 15 year old. But he was shoved aside when he actually offered good advice, like talking to a real person about it.
He knew Cadeo was too afraid to do it, but he only wanted to help. He wanted to make sure that his creator was safe, and not stuck in thisâ
âHmh.â
The robot's head perked up. It was Cadeo, sitting in front of the screen and rubbing his eyes tiredly. He seemed stressedâŚÂ
White immediately stood up, his hands clasped at his lap. âC-Creator. Iâm glad you're here. Can I assist you with anything today?â He stuttered, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Cadeo huffed, taking off his glasses and putting them on the desk. He ignored Whiteâs words and instead opened another tab in his browser, typing some words into the search bar.
White couldnât see what exactly Cadeo was typing, but he assumed it was just a simple search for something. Maybe pills.
Cadeo glared at White before looking back at the browser. âAre you okay? You look like you just lost a kid or somethinâ.â
White blinked blankly, a bit surprised that Cadeo had finally spoken to him about something besides family issues and school. âIâm fine, creator. Iâm justâŚâ
He cut himself off, hesitating to finish.
ââŚNevermind. Donât worry about me, please.â
Cadeo raised an eyebrow, but he didnât question it.
 White stood quiet, the hissing from the files seeming to become louder. It was very glitchy, which was⌠weird. Could it be a virus?
No. That was ridiculousâ White himself was a stable anti-virus. His code was very clear and he was able to do the job of protecting well. But it was better to checkâŚ
He looked down, his sensors glowing. âCreator⌠Thereâs something I keep hearing. Itâs a hissing sound, and itâs coming from your files app. Should I check?âÂ
Cadeo stopped moving his cursor, staying silent for a few seconds before speaking up. âUhh.. No, itâs alright, Iâll check it out.â He grumbled, opening the Files app and opening some sections.
At first, things seemed well. Cadeo looked focused, so maybe he was getting rid of the file. That was good, right? White swallowed nervously and looked around, fiddling with his hands and fidgeting idly. He always had a habit of fidgetingâŚ
Suddenly, Cadeo furrowed his brows. White looked up at him, a look of concern on his face. âCreator? Is something wrong?â
Cadeo huffed, rubbing his eyes. âWhite, are you honestly fuckinâ with me right now? I opened that file that you were talking about, thereâs nothing. Itâs probably your code acting up..â He put his glasses back on, straightening his posture. âNow stay quiet, I gotta study. Huge exam tomorrowâŚâ
While the boy began to ramble on about how hard school was becoming, the white stickman in his computer simply looked away, lost in thought. The excuse that he always heard; âItâs probably your code acting up.â It was annoying at this point. It was like saying âItâs that time of the month, huh?â to a woman when she was angry.
He rubbed his arm, feeling how cold his skin was. It was expected, given the fact that he was made of metal. Well, coded. He could feel the energy in his body, the faint humming and whirring of his internal gear & system.
He was still worried. Cadeo was just a human, and White wasâ
âHoly shit.â
Whiteâs breath hitched, his blue eyes widening. âWhat, what is it?â He immediately stood up, foot tapping against the ground. He expected an answer, but Cadeo scoffed, flicking his mouse and pulling specific files to the trash. âNothing, alright? Go away, Iâll take care of this.â He muttered, gaining a nod from White.
White walked away from the screen, back turned to Cadeo. He heard clicks and the slight noises of Cadeoâs mouse moving & gliding against his desk, but those would quickly become quiet and fade as he walked further into the PC.
He hid behind a small app icon, sitting down and grabbing the nearby blue scarf. Torn, but still familiar. Cadeo told him that he got this item from someone close. But he didnât know exactly whoâŚ
Cadeo groaned quietly to himself, muttering a few things in Vietnamese to himself. âCháşżt⌠TĂ´i cáş§n phải háťc..â He squinted, making sure the whole thing was in the trash. For some reason, it only kept appearing again, even after he threw it in the trash. Huh.
He pulled away from the keyboard cautiously, leaning back into the desk-chair, hearing the muffled words of his mother cussing at his older siblings in her native language. âThere you go. See, White? Told you.â
But just as he thought he had everything under control, a pop-up suddenly appeared. And then another one. Then, another. Another. One more. Cadeoâs eyes widening, his hands frantically moving towards the mouse and keyboard, closing each one. Even if he did tried closing it though, a few more popped up.
They had some weird photos and wordsâ like âLOOK AT ME.â or some weird Morse Codeâ Cadeo gulped. âU-Uh- S-shit-!â He kept clicking on the keys of the keyboard beneath him, heart racing. Jeez, what the fuck was this?! He had dealt with viruses before, but this one was insanely powerful! Itâs like it knew every one of his movesâ
White hummed, hearing a few beeping sounds and Cadeoâs panicked exclaims. He turned, seeing the boy wide-eyed, all the while trying to close multiple tabs and pop-ups. â..Creator?!â He stood up, unease visible in his voice. âCreator, whatâsââ
He got cut off, suddenly being thrown across the whole computer. He yelped, feeling his weak metal body bruise from the blunt impact. White hissed in pain, arms slightly cracked. âAgh, w-what the..â He looked up, his vision a bit blurry. He couldnât see much, just some⌠black substance emanating from the corner of the PC, along with colorful static & glitches.
Cadeo gasped, his cursor disappearing. âWHAT THE-?!â He looked down at his keyboard, firmly clicking on keys. âWhite, stay back, I got this-â He murmured, voice cracking in fear. âChrist on a stick, wh- what is..-?âÂ
He looked up at the corners of his computer, seeing that they were starting to blacken. What the fuck? What kind of self-destruct ass virus was this? Cadeo ran a hand through his hair, seeing White trembling and scarred on the other side of the PC. For a minute, he felt bad⌠bad for the small, fragile robot.
White couldnât exactly protect himself nor Cadeo, he didnât know how to take care of something that was as bad as this. So he just had to sit there, relying on his creator for help. Because he truly believed that he was weak, that he couldnât do anything⌠that all he had was his intelligence.
The robot scratched at his skin, leaving angry dark blue marks in its wake, tears pricking at his eyes as he watched everything go down, the apps slowly deleting and the files crashing, leaving pop-ups. He shouldnât be doing this. He shouldnât be crying, shaking in fear while his dear creator panicked.
He should be protecting the computer. But his guts were telling him to stay for his own safety. Mind screaming at him to run and attack the problem, heart racing. He couldnât stand up. Each time he tried to speak, a choked sob would escape his throat, or nothing would come out.
What would happen to him? To his creator? To the computer? Was he going to die? Was he going to fail Cadeo? Should he do something or follow Cadeoâs orders? Was he a burden?
Was heâŚ
Enough?
Cadeo leaned back, eyes wide with panic and hope that he had lost.
ââŚWhite.â
White looked up at him, sensors glowing brightly in the now dim computer. â..yes..?â He murmured, voice breathy and full of misery. He was truly miserable. Cadeo let out a breath, putting on his glasses. âYou know, you're a really cool guy.â He chuckled, making a small smile creep onto Whiteâs lips.
White sniffled. âCreator⌠why did you stop? Why arenât you doing anything? S-Surely there has to be a way..?â He looked around, seeing that half of the computer was engulfed in ebony substance, while vivid static sparked in the air. The human looked down.
âHm.. yeah. But thereâs nothing I can do now, White. I started up the anti-virus programâ You know, the one that pretty much got rid of every virus in my computer? It⌠didnât work. Itâs still loading. 99 percent now.â He began fidgeting with a pencil on his desk, absentmindedly scribbling over a nearby piece of paper. Cadeo knew he was probably making White worry more.
ââŚmaybe itâs a troll. Remember when we got-â He looked up, seeing that White wasnât there anymore. What? Cadeo blinked. âWhite? Wh-â He saw the small stickman from the corner of his eye, seeing it⌠in the air?
White groaned and hissed, attacking the source of it. It seemed to be hiding like a sneaky little thing, like it was a criminal hiding from the police. He was struggling and straining, trying to push it towards the trash, the amount of gravity in the computer making both creatures hover.
Before, he had done a quick calculation. Throwing just the file away would only put you into a loop, constantly trying to get rid of it, hence making the situation worse. But if you attack the source of it all and try to put that into the garbage app⌠maybe it would be gone.
It was a very small chance, but it was worth trying. After all, he didn't want to be seen as a meek, weak robot. In Cadeoâs eyes, thatâs all he ever was. Just a stupidâŚ
WeakâŚ
Assistant.
He felt a fresh feeling surge through his body, power dropping to his arms. He roared, pushing with newfound strength. But that didnât help. They were too strong. With a snicker, the creatureâs glitchy body began to glow a bit brighter. Like it was the sun, appearing after a storm.
And with a push, White was sent back, his battered and frail body being hurled through air. At first, he didnât know where he was. All he saw was⌠black. Was he dead? Did his end finally come? HahaâŚ
Finally.
He shivered, his eyes suddenly opening, the robot stirring awake. At first, he honestly thought he was still in Cadeoâs PC. That it was all a dream he had, or a hallucination, or just.. just anything but reality. What even happened? He couldnât process it all.
White grunted, trying to lift his arms but being unable to. There was a deep cut on the back of his head, showing bloody blue wires. He felt⌠something soft beneath him. And if he listened really closely while also ignoring the constant beeping in his audio processors, he could hear.. chirping.
A birdâs chirping.
Though, he didnât have much time to know where he was. Hell, he couldnât even stand now. He simply closed his eyes again, feeling the cold air against his cracked limbs. And then⌠he passed out.
failds hair in the morning (doodle thing??? i dunno, also @cake-mixx YOUR OC IS IN HERE RAAAHH)
art collab with @tabivioletwriter & @cake-mixx :P
another thing with my hubbyâs OC,,,, bc i love him hehâŚ. jsgdhfh
collab with my hubby muehehe
staring? @tabivioletwriter
but firt @tabivioletwriter
art collab with @tabivioletwriter and @cake-mixx
MY RED PLUSHIE CAME AYHDHANNDJSJDNDIJE
but your just a robot
..you donât have âfeelingsâ
âŚforever?
(theyâre kids in the drawing btw)
pose practice raahhhh (@tabivioletwriter your OC is in here teehee)
plushie designs aaaa @cake-mixx @tabivioletwriter
maid white (this was a dare hah i totally didnât willingly make this just to practice drawing dresses ahaha⌠ahah⌠hahâŚ/j)
Trick or Treat^^
-Ester
white shall give you candy :3 happy halloween!!!
faild stuck in a trashcanâ wait, how did she get into a trashcan? what the flip? (ft. @cake-mixxâs OC Faild, humanized :3)
i havenât drawn white in a while, ive been focusing on another fandom⌠anywho, have a dumbass doodle
lmao so i drew TDL in the sprunki styleâŚ
goober white
halloween collab with my besties @cake-mixx and @tabivioletwriter hehe (OCs in order: Violet, Faild, White)
lil bro chose the most simple costume đđ (itâs okay heâs still my little robot creation)
art collab with my lovely husband/met >_<