if they fought who would win
pov tangotek stream
Something something Biblically Accurate Tango re: his default skin
tangotek the kind of guy to make a redstone contraption that fails and blows up in his face, and when the smoke clears from the explosion he is completely pitch black due to all of the ash, except for his eyes, which are still visible and go "blink blink" before he shakes the ashes off and is completely back to normal
bdubs the kind of guy to get an anvil dropped on his foot and then jump up and down while holding his now bright red (to indicate that it's injured) foot and cursing unintelligibly
keralis the kind of guy to see someone attractive and have his jaw drop to the floor and then have to scoop it back up
falsesymmetry the kind of guy to be asked to remove all of her weapons and place a sword on the table and then be told "all of your weapons" and sigh and then begin to pull out more and more weapons from increasingly wacky places
goodtimeswithscar the kind of guy to fly into the side of a cliff and leave a scar-shaped hole in it from the impact
rendog the kind of guy to get struck by lightening and have his skeleton be visible when it flashes
zedaph the kind of guy to go to sleep in a little nightgown and nightcap and lie in his bed and go "snork mimimi" while a little thought cloud appears above his head to indicate that he's dreaming of sheep jumping over a fence
mumbo jumbo the kind of guy to have a complex rube goldberg machine to wake him up in the morning, get him dressed, and make him breakfast
joe hills the kind of guy to be falling from a very high place, stop mid-fall to make a quip, and then continue falling
This took wayyy too long. This was supposed to be a simple stupid doodle ;-;
But in my defense, work has been so busy so haven’t had much time and energy.
Also was supposed to be just lineart, but once again I failed and added color.
On ducks.
Tango: [reading a dono, pulls a face]
Tango: [disappointed look to camera]
Tango: [reluctantly reads] “I can’t take my dog to the park anymore because the ducks keep attacking him. Guess that’s what I get for having a pure…bred/bread…dog.”
Tango: [pointed silence]
Tango: Hey everybody, don’t feed bread to the ducks. It’s bad for them.
Tango: [flies away, eager to put that nonsense behind him] Alright!
