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fun-k-board · 1 year

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If you could, Lackadaisy headcanons for a teen reader who wants to be part of the Lackadaisy Speakeasy. Maybe the reader likes the thrill

Pronouns used : None, no gendered terms.

Note(s) : When you say teen, I'm assuming young teen since 16-17 is not too far from Freckle and Ivy's age. Characterisation may not be accurate and criticism on how I portray them is very much appreciated.

Roark 'Rocky' Rickaby

Likes your spirit! Jokingly calls you the better cousin he never had which earns an eye roll from Freckle. I don't imagine you get out on missions much + it probably took ages to get in because you're fairly young, but when you do, it's chaos. If you get along with Rocky and even encourage his habits, then either the missions will fail or succeed but with broken limbs, at least three blown up buildings and a lot awkward explaining.

If you're not confident enough to say no and on the opposite spectrum, are sometimes the voice of reason, he calls you a mini Freckle and teases you about it constantly. I imagine he'd sort of becomes an elder brother figure regardless of what kind of a person you are, begging for Mitzi to let you stay even if you mess up often. You accept him for who he is, you're his friend, he wants you to still like him and he sees himself in you.

Rocky also gives you some sneaky sips of alcohol they get, hey, it isn't anything too much, and he compares it to church giving out wine which makes Freckle tremble in fear as his mother senses she needs to throw someone out a window. Besides, he worked hard to get it! Even if he was the one to screw the run around up, it's sharing and caring, friendship is very important.

Mitzi May

Has apprehensions about letting you join, it'd take convincing and by then she probably doesn't want to bring you on too many dangerous missions. Given how she is around Rocky, I don't think she'd be uncaring if you're similar to him. High spirits and an urge to please her, similar to the man in question, to her, you're a kid. She has trouble telling you no in a way that isn't tip toeing around the subject.

Even if you can also be useful and your begging is temptation straight from the snake, Mitzi will always tell others you're a kid and treat you like one, no matter if it's important or not in that situation. She feels horrible that you may not make it to the next day, but they're understaffed and need to get business up and running, Mitzi comes to think of you like her own after a while. Although, she wishes you weren't so eager to put your life on the life.

Ivy Pepper

I imagine she also loves your spirit, finds you adorable and will have the urge to become your friend, asking Mitzi to let you join and vouching for you. Ivy is also the only one to treat you on equal ground, even Rocky will just view you as a child in the end, but she tries viewing you as a friend first. This can he bad or good depending, but she doesn't want to pretend you're frail, this doesn't mean she won't crack down on you and be strict like an older sister.

Doesn't matter if you have two left feet and stumble, she will teach you to dance, you won't get out of it, and trust me when I tell you she's determined. The lessons consist of you stepping on her toes and laughing so hard you just fall on the ground.

Since she's fairly new to doing heavy jobs as well, only joining in as they are understaffed, she understands if you mess up sometimes and don't fully get what to do. Ivy was born into this life and teaches you the ropes that you wouldn't understand.

Calvin 'Freckle' McMurray

Uncomfortable to the max, he genuinely can't even look you in the eye for the longest time. He already had worries in joining himself, Ivy has been working in Lackadaisy for a long time, Rocky is... Uh, Rocky. But you? You're a literal teen who just likes the thrill of it, Freckle tries to be a good influence on your life and tells you not to join. Which he understands is incredibly hypocritical, but at the same time, he can't find it in himself to care about his hypocrisy too much.

Hopes to convince Mitzi to not put too much pressure on you, he is very attentive and any limp or struggle is met with a lecture that makes Rocky get flashbacks to Freckle's mother. Gets incredibly apologetic if you see him with guns and how insane he can be, regardless on how you feel, he's guilty that he may be influencing you badly.

Viktor Vasko

At first you thought he wanted you to die, an intense stare placed on you at all times with a smashed glass from his seemingly violent thoughts. But all he sees is a dumb kid, someone who needs to get out before this business kills you. He won't exactly be caring about it either, simply telling you that if you continue being reckless with your life, you will die. If you aren't careful? Maybe others you love.

It's worse if you end up bonding with him, even a little, he gets even angrier with those around you. He will not let you out of his sight if he can help it. Essentially? He's a very tough love guy, Viktor comes off as though he doesn't like you, which may be true on the surface, but deeeeeeeeep deeeeeeeeep down, he likes you a little. Maybe. Sometimes. Not often.

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 7 months

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Just a bet.... Chapter 1

Boring, that's how I describe math class, the teacher shits on us for not remembering the formula for x or whatever she is blabbering about.

let me explain how college works for me, There are always groups of everything and clubs for anything, for example, the soccer majors, you know the leaders there are amazingly fit and all, all the girls there want them for their own, but that's not how it works in here then you have the dance majors who are incredibly sexy because the way they move is so ugh.....and music majors hot af, science majors they are actually the funniest and smartest of all the uni, theater majors, dramatic af, psychology majors they only read your mind and always so nosy in whatever is going around because they are 'trying to understand whats going on in their heads so they can solve it ', law majors super gossips, and more, you know at the end it's a university and there is lots of stuff to study.

My name is Y/n and I'm a law major currently in my 2nd year here, but I really don't have friends, just being around so many people is not a good influence all the time but people talk to me sometimes ( when they need something from you) some girls in my major are amiable and cute so maybe they are not a bad influence.

"Y/n" Yuna screamed my name from across the class making people look at her and then at me, as she walked towards me with her friend group: Tzuyu, Mina, and Lia.

"hey girl you still up for studying in the library?" "Sure" you answered remembering that they invited you to study yesterday for a group project. you stand up and follow them out of the class to change your path to go to your locker, as you put your stuff away you hear loud laughs and teasing between a group of boys passing through the hallways behind you, the sassy, fun, amiable guys at the school, the popular Boys they are pretty chill but of course, they have there bad shit like hookups during the week with different girls and then leaving them heartbroken after

Seugmin is a baseball major he pretty cool ngl, then there is Lee Know a dance major, Felix in computer science major, Han, Chanbing, and Bang Chan are Music majors but they also studying something else Han is in a Scientific major and Chanbing is in Economics Chan is in Business and then there's I.N who also studies law and Hyunjin who is in soccer major and Accounting.

"Y/nnnnnnn" Hyunjin comes running toward me with a cute smile and a wobbly run and grabs me from my shoulders moving me side to side as I almost lose balance "What do you want Hwang?" I said annoyed because he only talks to me to annoy me or ask me for something, like last time...

Flashback*

"Y/nnnnnn," he says screaming from the end of the hallway as I turn to him and say, "What Hwang?" I looked dead into his eyes "Oh don't be mean to me you love me" he said dramatically" " I just wanted to borrow 20 bucks please" he begged "For what?" he stayed silent and said "Well I bet Han that he couldn't fit his whole hand in his mouth and he did it but now it's stuck so Lee know is taking to the hospital, but now I owe that dumb fuck 20 bucks and I didn't bring cash with me, so please have mercy with this beautiful soul in front of you"he pouted his lips and gave the puppy eys as he almost kneeled down "fine! you better give them back tomorrow or you dead meat" I warned him as he left smiling and blowing a kiss at me jokingly

End of Flashback*

"So... I bet I.N to do karaoke night yesterday at his house and I would've done his statistics homework but now I'm too tired to do it and it has Law examples, you and he study that so can I please copy yours for him" he pouted his lips as I sighed and open my locker to give him my notebook "thank you so much I owe you so much girl," he said screaming and running towards his next class as I got to mine.

12:05 pm

it was lunchtime time so I went out to a cafe to get myself caffeine for the rest of the day and a chicken sandwich "That will be 14.99" the cashier said to me as I opened my wallet to get my card "I'll pay for that" a man next to me swiped his card for my order before I could even say anything "ok perfect please wait on the line and your stuff will be here soon" the girl said with a smile and left.

the man looked at me and smiled "Chan?" I asked confused as to why he was there and why he paid for my order "Hey, what up?" he said casually as he leaned against the table "Can I get the same please?" he said to the cashier as he paid his stuff, "umm why did you pay for my things? I was going to do it" I told him while he smiled and told me "You Hyujins friend right? Y/n?"

I looked at him suspiciously and said "Yes and no I'm not giving homework for free" "Technically is not free, I just paid for your meal, but I'm not here for any favours no worries" He said as we took a seat in one of the tables, I ate my food feeling weird cause wtf do he want now? " so is there anything you need?" I said and he looked taken back at my comment that yeah... it was kinda rude.

"no nothing I just saw you were a good friend of Hyunjin's and you seem like a fun friend to have around, so I wanted to be friends with you too," he says smiling at me as I looked confused at him "Plus you're cute," he says with a little smirk appearing in his face "No seriously what do you need?" I said a bit annoyed by his comment and he just chuckled "Nothing relax I just want to be friends, as I said you look like a fun girl" he said as we continued eating, and then before I was finished someone entered the cafe "Chan my man" they fist bombed as the other male sits " hi in Han, your Hyujins friend right?" "OK, what does Hyunjin need now? cause this is weird"

"what do you mean? can we just talk to you?" Han said as he looked offended by my feistiness, I put my head down in shame but you can't trust these guys, they are always up to no good, as I tried to finish my food and just replied to their questions and small talk I got up and picked my stuff "ok I need to go, class is going to start soon, it was nice meeting you all" "let me take you to class" Chan said as he got up to accompany me but I stopped him before anything else "oh you don't have to don't worry I have to go to the library to study anyways" "I was heading there, lets study together" he said keeping up with me as I walked " I have a project with the girls so you will be stuck listening to us, so if your planning to pay attention to what your studying then I recommend to study in another table, they can be loud sometimes" " no worries I would like to learn what you know" he smiles as he follows me, why is he acting as he knew me since forever? doesn't he know that he looks like a creep who is about to kidnap a 23 female or what?.

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mrsshabana · 8 months

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Do you take requests? I'm having a really crummy time rn and would love to see Gyutaro stumbling onto a young woman with some pretty bad parent issues. Like, the man can fr relate.

Gyutaro comforts you when you're having family issues

❀ CW: Angst & Fluff, Gender neutral reader

❀ AN: I am so so sorry it took me so long to answer this one. It got drowned in the sea of requests, but I hope that you enjoy how it came out!

❀ WC:985

Gyutaro was waiting outside of Ume's school to pick her up from cheerleading practice. He got there a bit early so he was just waiting around outside by his motorcycle. And that's when he heard it. The sound of someone crying.

Walking around the corner of the brick building, he sees you sitting on the ground with your knees pulled up to your chest. Sniffling and trying to muffle your sobs.

Shit, Gyutaro thought as he stared down at you. He recognized you. You were one of the students on the team with his sister, you had even been to their apartment a few times. Gyutaro had never spoken to you much but he knew you well enough to know that you were a good influence on his sister. One of the few friends of hers that he actually approved of.

"Y/N?" he kneels down and puts a hand on your shoulder.

You peer up at him, "Oh, h-hey Gyutaro," you sniffle. Usually you'd be more embarrassed about crying in front of someone, but you've reached a point where you can no longer care.

"Everythin' alright?" He says with concern, trying to be kind but also not pry too much. He normally wouldn't give two shits about someone crying. But he knows you are his sister's friend and he has a soft spot for you. If someone saw his sister crying and he wasn't around to comfort her, he'd want them to help her too. He doesn't know if you have a big brother, but right now he's going to try to be that comforting big brother for you. It's one of the things he's best at after all.

You shake your head, "No." You mutter and cover your eyes as your tears continue to flow.

Gyutaro frowns and sits beside you, putting his hand on your back and rubbing it. "Do you wanna talk about what happened? I'm here to listen." He soothes you until you are able to calm down enough to speak.

You go on to tell him about the situation with your parents. And how every day you dread coming home from school and having to deal with their judgmental and controlling behavior. How you don't even feel comfortable in your own home, and it's gotten to the point of being unbearable.

"I-I wish I could just run away... I can't do this anymore Gyutaro. But I have no where else to go... I feel so trapped." You whimper, feeling everything crumbling around you as you finally verbalize your feelings to another person for the first time.

Gyutaro knows this feeling all too well. You remind him of himself when he was in high school. But he doesn't want you to end up like him, a drop out working a dead end job.

He wraps his arm around you and allows you to cry on his chest. Using his other hand to stroke your hair, muttering, "Shh it's ok... I know I know..." as you break down in tears once again.

"I was in a similar position when I was in high school," he sighs, "I understand how you feel. And it really fucking sucks. It makes you feel like you'll be trapped forever, and you can't even go to the people that are supposed to be there for you the most."

He pauses for a moment as he remembers a painful memory, "But look, you can't be like me. I ended up dropping out my junior year... and look where it got me? Nowhere."

You look up at him and wipe your tears, "But that's not true! You were able to get Ume out of that bad situation and provide a better life for her and yourself," you try to reassure him that he isn't a failure like he may think.

A small smile forms across his lips, "I guess that's true... but that still doesn't mean you can drop out! You need to value your future, at least more than I did," he pulls out a receipt from his pocket and writes something on it.

"Here, this's my phone number. I know it ain't easy to just suck it up and live like things are ok. Nah it's actually impossible. And right now it may seem like there are no options for you, but I promise things will get better. As soon as you graduate I'll help you figure out how to get away from your parents. But for now, you have to stay with them."

He frowns somberly, wishing he could give you some better advice but he knows he can't.

"If you ever need me, don't hesitate to call. You're welcome anytime at our home, ok? If things get to be too much and you just need to get away, call me and I'll come pick you up. Just promise you won't drop out, alright?"

You nod, taking the piece of paper with shaky hands. Staring at the number scribbled down, repeating it in your head just in case.

"Thank you, Gyutaro," you smile, "I really appreciate this."

"Don't worry about it," he pinches your cheek, "There's that pretty smile. You shouldn't cry so much or else you'll get ugly forehead wrinkles like my sister."

You can't help but chuckle from his comment. Using his brotherly charm to make you laugh warms his heart.

He stands up and reaches his hand out to you. You grab onto his large hands and pull yourself up, wiping away the dirt from your cheerleading uniform.

"How about you come back to our place tonight. I can order takeout and we can watch whatever reality tv shit you and Ume like."

"R-really? I don't want to inconvenience you..."

He leans forward and snatches your bag, "Well I'm takin' your bag so if you want it back I guess you gotta come to our place," he gives you a cheeky smile.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #kny x gender neutral reader #replies

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brybryby · 1 year

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VERY LONG POST IM SORRY. DONT FEEL OBLIGED TO READ

HI. Alrighty, this has been on my mind for a while (ever since promotional content for Trials started being released).

I have a TON of analyses in the drafts, but I want to make this post before I release them for public viewing.

I know that I like to make goofy, light-hearted little fan animations and fan art of Outlast, but I think I need to start changing how I navigate through the content. After spending so much of my time deep diving and writing up these analyses, my eyes have been opened to just how much the franchise revolves around fucked up historical events. I feel that some of the stuff I've posted is tone deaf, or at least the way I posted about it is. And I think—for the most part—there's an understanding that I don't intend to be harmful, but I fear that the way I go about it **is**. (And obviously, action takes precedence over intent.)

For contextualization, when I initially got into Outlast at the age of 12, I was enthralled by the horror aesthetics and found a lot of the angsty gore to be cathartic. I felt so “taboo” and “scandalous” lol (especially as a developing child trying to understand myself amidst my puberty stage). I was young and—for lack of a better word—braindead in how I navigated the media. I was naive, mindless, ignorant, etc etc… Now that I have a deeper understanding of the narratives and historical implications/influences, I need to do better in how I interact with the franchise.

What am I getting at?

Pretty much, I'm working on being more careful with how I interact with the media. At the same time, I want the analyses that I post to be educational. And most importantly, please message me if I ever say some bullshit. Seriously. All I ever want to do with my life is to be a positive impact. I genuinely get upset if I cause harm to someone else. (One time I literally cried at a high school football game as a freshman because I thought I hurt someone else's feelings. It turned out they were faking it lmao. Then they started feeling bad and then that made me feel bad for crying and yea yea).

Seriously though. I know that my posts can get public outreach, and anything that has public outreach can be influential and have a good or bad impact. So please let me know if I do or say anything harmful or ignorant. I won't be offended. I don’t want to spread harmful stuff. There are many instances in my life where people sit me down to have meaningful conversations about shit I've said or done and how I can improve myself.

That said, I'll be posting more analyses and making my own syntheses of historical events. My next analysis post will be about Waylon's Asian-coding (specifically Korean-coding), how Trials actually supports this (using themes of US immigration), and why it is apparent to many Asian fans (including me, hehe).

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That's pretty much it. But if you wanna stick around a bit further, I'll tell you my (excruciatingly long) story about how I got into Outlast :) along with how much it has invaded my brain and life :') and maybe get a little ~personal~ hehe

STORYTIME:

So, the game came out in 2013. Nearly 10 years ago. I was 12 at the time of its release. Let me tell you…this game was a HUGE impact in the horror community. HOLY. SHIT. It changed the way I looked at lockers and beds. I remember it being critically acclaimed (and rightfully so). It may have not been the most technical video game, but it certainly was a piece of art.

I remember commercials being shown everywhere. The trailer of beta Miles Upshur running and parkouring through Mount Massive while being chased by the tiny beta model of Chris Walker will forever be canonized as part my childhood. I remember specifically heading to the bathroom from my living room and my dad interrupting me to say “Hey! Check this out!” and then proceeding to play the trailer for my 12-year-old eyes. I was scared shitless.

Couple weeks later, Conan O'Brien featured Outlast in one of his segments of “Clueless Gamer” (yeah, my family and I used to watch Conan lol). I was very familiar with Slender and Amnesia, which were the 2 other games featured in this Halloween special, but this was the first time I REALLY got to check out Outlast.

Now, let me preface that during this time, internet culture was very interesting and even less safe than it is today. I had a ton of bad experiences on the internet during my childhood. But oddly (and embarrassingly), the emo/scene/horror/creepypasta culture was what brought me comfort amongst a sea of awful things you could find on the internet. It was probably unhealthy for my developing brain, but I indulged in a lot of angst that was presented with heavy gore and violence. And to be honest, looking at this kind of stuff at a young age helped me process a lot of my own personal shit that I experienced outside of the internet realm. (To be clear, I don't endorse this type of violence, and I don't endorse exploring the internet in the same way I did as a child—it was probably very unhealthy and I think it caused some early development issues.)

But nothing—and I mean NOTHING—scratched that itch more than the way Outlast did. I watched the finger cutting scene in Conan's “Clueless Gamer” and was fucking mortified. I was scared of the dark for weeks. But I remember spending that night in my bedroom looking at more Outlast content to get that cathartic fix to fill my emotional hole of…I don't know…morbid curiosity? I definitely felt shame at the time. I don't know. In recent years, I've been on this journey to process stuff I experienced during my childhood and I struggle to go about my middle-school/junior-high stage because…I don't know…puberty? Access to the internet? I once got bullied by a forum of adult men for posting fan art LMAO. I was 12 years old—I forgot what the fan art even was. ANYWAYS, yea. That was only one instance of my conglomeration of internet experiences. (Like many other peeps, I had to hide my gender & racial identity to preserve my sanity). Indulging in gore art was therapeutic and helped me release negative emotions in a non-harmful way. Horror-genre communities online have been mostly friendly and welcoming towards me. That's probably why I fell in love with Outlast as an art rather than a video game.

I wasn't in the fandom straight off the bat. I had other hyper fixations at times but I navigated through these other fixations with this personal “Outlast standard” where the art and fiction I consumed needed to be horror-themed, gorey, or angsty. And Outlast isn't solely to blame. I was into gore and angst before the game came out. It just so happened that it came out at such a perfect time in my life. (Horror made my queer self feel accepted)

This whole “Outlast standard” stuck with me throughout high school. Uh… this next bit of information may get a little personal. During my sophomore year, someone really important in my life passed away. Then I had this life-impacting thing happen during my junior year that changed how I perceived things forever (lol, this sounds so dramatic). I turned to art to help me process and yada yada… but y'know what really helped? You know what I turned to when I needed to “scratch the itch”? (I bet you'll never guess)

I finally considered myself a part of the Outlast fandom in 2018-2019. I was a high school junior/senior and I posted the Outlast-Outkast animation that got retweeted by Red Barrels. Had a lot of fun in the fandom during that time and it helped get my mind off of things. Also, I loved the fact that Waylon graduated from Berkeley. I was applying to colleges during this time and it made me romanticize Berkeley, lol. I ended up getting accepted. Had an awesome time. I recently graduated and got my Bachelor's. I'm very privileged and gracious for my experience. I spent a lot of grueling time and energy dedicated towards my education.

During my college years, a lot of the unprocessed shit from my childhood started resurfacing and it was becoming hard to navigate through life. I became really disconnected with people who were close to me. Art started to fall out of my life. Stuff happened. Got in touch with psychiatrists thanks to my college's free health services. I don't mean to downplay or normalize what happened, but I'll bring up that many college students deal with mental illness and depression (and this could be attributed to many things: moving away from family, student-life, financial pressure, pressure to secure jobs/internships, living alone for the first time, maturing into an adult, etc. etc.).

But I remember sitting alone in my studio apartment one weekend and started surfing Tumblr. I came across new Outlast fan art and it sparked my hyper fixation all over again. I re-read the comics and—OKAY THIS IS GONNA SOUND FUCKING RIDICULOUS—but I started jogging because Miles went on jogs LMAOOAKJDGHJAHKGFL. I finally picked up the pencil and started drawing again (after like…months) and drew Miles and Waylon flipping off Murkoff. And THAT was when I realized what the narratives of Outlast were actually about—FUCKIN' CAPITALISM AAUGGGHHH. MY LITTLE POOPOO BRAIN AT AGE 12 NEVER UNDERSTOOD THAT. AND NOW THAT I'M AN ADULT—NOW THAT I CAN BLATANTLY SEE MYSELF AND MY PEERS AS VICTIMS/PRODUCTS OF CAPITALISM—CAN FINALLY FIND SO MUCH VALUE AND MEANING IN THIS GAME HHHRHRJGHKSDKFGLAJKDG SAY W H A T IM GONNA *explodes*

Then a year later, I started drawing more and more again. Trials' promotional marketing was becoming more prominent. I started posting my fan art on Tumblr. Then I made the fanimation (thank you Mr. Baichoo, you're so awesome, I will forever be a fan of yours) and now here I am. Still fixated on this silly little game for nearly 10 years. WHEW.

I FEEL LIKE A SHRIMP CHIP. Anyways, thanks. I much needed to get this off my chest.

Also, hey! Just wanted to say thanks for the friendly and welcoming interactions in this space. It feels so much safer and more comforting than previous internet experiences I've had. Since 2013, the fandom has evolved a lot. In my opinion, it has evolved for the better. The resurgence of new fans bring such refreshing perspectives and fields of knowledge that haven't been influenced by some of the harmful internet culture that I grew up in. So truly, many thanks to y'all for making the fandom space a nicer place (especially for such a heavy game). Also, what the heck, everyone in the fandom is seriously so talented and artistic

Uh… fan art time? (old stuff/sketches I haven’t posted)

But seriously if you got this far, thank you

#outlast video essay #brybryby text

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missamyrisa2 · 1 year

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Hey there~ ^^ I was never much into tickle writings or fictions until I came across yours a few years back. Your teasy style and attention to detail really drew me in and kept me wanting more. It also further inspired me to take up the practice myself; and needless to say I've been having an absolute blast writing ticklish fantasies. So thank you for the influence! ❤ With that said, could you write a set up where I'm hogtied and you both tickle my feet as well as tease me with yours? 👀

Hiii~<33 I am soo flattered that my words could have such an effect, especially because the one and only thing I ever wanted to do with my writings was to spread tummy tingles and silly giggles ~<3

But alsoo~ I don't do well with flattery ~ and my dear, inspiring such a hot blush in my cheeks comes with quite a toll. You'll certainly see my expression fluctuate from flattered to wicked tickly intent, the little knowing smirk curling on my purpley lips and my eyes alight with feathery insight ~ and it's far too late for subterfuge, my wiggly fingers have already ensnared your ankle as you try to squirm away. "What do we have here? It's a silly girl with a ticklish foot~" I pluck away your footwear with a gentle sneer, tossing it aside and ceremoniously wriggling my fingers for you before raking them down the sole. "Hmmm. Ticklish foot!" I muse, making kissy faces at your reactions. "Ahh, another cute footsy" I ensnare your other leg, keeping both wrapped around my arm over my lap. Another shoe goes flying and nails are raking under your toes. I reach back to tease behind your knee for good measure too. "Coochie coooo. Does that tickle? Are you a ticklish little flatterer? You silly gigglebug. I'm gonna make you melt, oh yesss I am. Silly girl. Listen to you squeak! Is it just so bad under your toes? Hmmm? How about this inner curve. Yeah? How much does it tiiickle? On a scale from one to ten. Tell me, tell me how much it tickles~" I taunt and coo, mimicking your ticklish sounds as I wear you down. "Ticklish ticklish ticklish? Is that what you're saying? You're ticklish! Why, I never would have guessed!"

With your resistance thoroughly diminished, I rise up and playfully start tickling your sides. "Gotta work the giggles out here too. You need to be nice and exhausted if we're gonna get to the main event. Let it all out now, all those giggles for me. Oooh, I'm good at tickling? Flattery just gets you more tickles!" I taunt, squeezing and massaging at your midsection. I move up and start gliding my nails along your ribs briskly, working up to flutter in your underarms until you are a giggle goo pile under me. "There we go, just breathe now. Let Amy take care of you, sweet girl." With a jingle and a shuffle you hear me breaking out my equipment for the next round. I position your legs to point skyward, playfully stroking my fingers down your rump and thighs. "Don't try to fight me now, if you would juuust cooperate~ ahh" I lock your feet together with padded cuffs, then turn and start bringing your arms back, lovingly running my nail tips over your inner elbows. "Pretty tickly girl, you're in soo much trouble, you know that? There's no escape for you now. You're allll mine~". With a snap, I have your wrists together. I dangle the metal chain in front of you, the shiny links are all heart-shaped, and start humming happily as I bind your ends together completing my work.

I let you wiggle in your hogtie for a bit, feeling the helplessness. I pace around your bound form like a cat, pausing to rest my dark purple painted toes right by your face. “Y’know, my toes are ticklish too. Especially right under the bottoms, like that little valley? Just the tiniest touch, the tiniest touch, will make me scream like crazy. I want you to think about that my gigglebug, think about that while you writhe and squirm in my little heart-shaped web, think about it while I tickle you to bits. You could make it all stop if you could just get a single solitary finger under my toes~” I murmur, leaning over to start scratching at your helpless feet. “Think about it, think about now.” I giggle, dancing my nails over every wrinkle on your sole, testing their shape and curve, probing for reactions. “Oooh good spot there. You still thinking about it? Why, I can wriggle my lil finger just back and forth, back and forth on this line and you melt with giggles don’t you? Does it tickle so much? Tell me all about it. Tell me about your ticklish feet.” I make my toes wiggle before you, occasionally letting them brush your cheek even as I stand domineering over your ticklish body. “How often do fantasize about me tickling your feet?” My fingers earnestly skitter up the insides of your feet while I question and chat away, moving up to grasp your big toes playfully. “When do you try to tickle yourself? Because you’re such a tickle bug. You can’t help it, can you? Touching these cute little toes. Naughty thing. I know a self tickler when I see one. I think a naughty ticklish thing like you needs teases. Oh yes. Plenty of teases.”

I give my fingers a rest and pick up a bottle of oil, showing it to you as I kneel down. “Yes, yes. Definitely this.” I hold my hand out in front of your giggly face and let the oil drip out slowly, showing you with agonizing slowness how I test it in my palm, rubbing it slowly with girlish excited squeaks. “Mmmhmm. Mmmh. Oily oily tickles for you.” I bounce up and start merrily rubbing your feet, massaging in the slippery oil. With loving strokes I make your ticklish skin so shiny over your helplessly wriggling bound body. “My, my, look at how pretty these feet are. And your toes, so wiggly~ how much do you love it when I tickle these toes? Tell me know. Let’s hear it giggle girl. And call me mama too, come on ~ call me your tickle mommy~” I snicker and laugh at my own silliness, repositioning to make sure my polished toes and feet are wiggling right by your face, before moving to let them poke and caress your giggly sides. “And now, we polish. Brusha brusha booooo~” I coo out, equipping my palms with nubbly scrubby brushes. The soft tips work their magic over your slick shiny soles, excitedly rubbing up and down, back and forth, and digging in under your toes too. “Laugh it all out now. Laughter is so good for the soul. Esepcially ticklish laughter. I think I read a book about that. Chicken soup for the ticklish ticklee? The art of tickle war? Tickle, love, tickle? I dunno. I’m just gabbing now. How about those toe kisses? Those toe kisses?” I’m leaning in, letting you feel the hardness of my teeth touching on the pillow surface of your toe before laying a muah on each one. I kiss down the line, giving each wiggly ticklish toe its time as my thumbs continue to rub lovingly on each sole.

With you nice and wiggly giggly gaspy and weak, I plop myself down and start taunting you again with my toes, holding them close to your face. “Now then, some kisses for your tickly Amy Amy?”

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x-heesy · 3 months

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𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚢 🇮🇹

Hey

Mixer T, there

I jump on Italian rap like a trampoline

Brother, I've been at it for a while, you scream

She gets wet when I rhyme

To do it better I found the algorithm

The flow weighs one kilo

Like the Migos necklaces

I'll smoke you in one hit

You're a Chilum in the park, I ride it with the widest filter

Then I enter precisely, bro, archery on the sample

When I hear you you're like the wind if I'm turning it around

No, I don't feel like a deaf man sleeping

Bro, I win gold, platinum and silver

With her in the hotel, bro, more stars than Hokuto

I go, straight cash like Coccoluto

Her pussy is Newton's apple

I smoke it whole bro in a minute (wooo!)

We are artists

We seem happy but then we're sad (hey)

We write records (ha!)

These rappers go home then diss us (wooo!)

I have the black box, you a package (ha ha!)

I'm a goal in the final with the heel

With you it's like boxing with the bag

When I hear your music it comes down to me

I don't care if it sounds good or if it sells

We are us and we don't change anything

Emme!

I smoke from morning to night, bro

I'm having dinner with my girlfriend

Crazy panther kitten, bro

Guajira Guantanamera

I'm going up the stream

Brother, no, no, I don't have a dick, I have a propeller

His face white, hungry, anemic

Fievel landing in America

Sometimes, sometimes I inhale such a quantity that I pass out

I watch her ass go, they are so high that it seems like they are going up

You're on a pedal toilet

What a toilet, what a rate, with an ass that looks like a hexagon

Maybe it was better if you remained a bachelor

It's getting late, let's talk, I'm running bro!

I'll take a shot of ice cream, bro

Then I smile at you like a triceratops

Wanted flow machine gun, bro (hey)

Matrix change I'm regenerating it (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Die of envy, yes, you are triggered (seh)

Bad language, the beat is eviscerated

The feat is refined, the drink is mixed

What a fucking life, bro, I was a hermit! (em!)

By work, bro, I'm still a rapper

Even though I'm handsome, I'm an influencer

We are us and we don't change anything

Ouch, ouch, tremble when you hear Lebon on the mic (Lebon on the mic)

Alright, 24/7, all night (all night)

When do you make wheat? Tomorrow (yep)

I'm Jimmy Iovine bro (yep)

Without the styles where do you go? Goodbye

God gave me the flow, he said 'go (go, go, go)

I do not know how

You don't know what

You know it well

That you are not what

You can make foam

You're a soda girl

A slap on the head when you're posing (pshh)

Music is a drug (hey)

And I always have the best one

Moment, moment, moment

I rock anyway and the microphone is off

I sing and you can't hear the accent

And you don't hear the jungle until I turn it on

Well done, take the bulldozers against the blacks and the Vatussi

I swear I can't do it like you do (yeah)

I should sell envelopes at Russian weddings

And be in the red like the Tunes (wooo!)

Life as an artist is sad, especially if you live in Italy

How to get a flat earther pregnant and raise her kids in Australia

It's like a prison, they condemned you

You want an hour of air, but conditioned

Out of the box forever

We are us, we don't change anything (Ah!)

Esagono (Hexagon) (feat. Salmo) by Gemitaiz, MadMan, Salmo @ombrabrontok @luna---zylum @bigbonzo @boanerges20 @faccaldo 🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾

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chelsea-xxx2003 · 9 months

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Chapter 6

(Part 6)

**The present**

Aaron POV

I recall on the memories of me and Maya from the old picture I have. The conversation I had with Miles has me really thinking about her. I really do wonder where she is now and what she could be up to. Since I have no job to do I had ordered a pizza and decided to be lazy for the night but then my phone starts buzzing. To my shock it's Jeff. I leave it and silence it. Minutes later my pizza finally arrives. I pay the delivery man and slump on the couch. My phone rings again. Him again. I sigh and pick up.

"What?"

"I called 5 times."

"And I watched ring 5 times."

"Why are you like this?"

"Cuz I'm your lil bro. Why'd you call?"

It's been a while since the two of us had talked. The last time wasn't so good either. It was about Miles being around me because I'm a bad influence to him because Jeff knows what I do.

"Rio wants you to come over on Christmas. We're gonna have a party and people are gonna be there."

"What your cop friends or sum?"

"No, family Aaron. Just be there man. Rio's been nagging me. Don't say I said that."

"Aight fine. Can't make promises tho."

Then the line cuts. Tsk. Man, this sucks. Maya would've dragged me without a doubt. Damn you Maya, why can't you just leave my head. I just miss her.

**Christmas Day**

I stand outside their apartment complex.

"UNCLE AARON, HEY"

Miles shouts from his bedroom window. I nod at him. Such a funny kid. I walk in and walk to their apartment. The door was already open with kids running in and out the place. I let myself in.

"Aaron hi, glad you could make it."

"Uh yeah, thanks for the invite Rio."

Miles almost tackles me to the ground from the side.

"Aye wassup lil man."

"Im 11 I ain't little no more but I'm good."

"All the guys are on the roof preparing the BBQ."

I walk up the stairs with Miles behind me. I open the door and there are more kids and grown adults. Downstairs was were the females were. Cooking and gossiping. The men on the roof talking, things that we talk about I guess.

"You actually came."

Jeff. I turn around and hook my arm around his neck.

"Well I can't miss a special Christmas invitation from my big bro."

Despite the distance between us, I will always love annoying the hell out of him. He shrugs his shoulder to remove my arm from him. He walks ahead with a bag of charcoal to bbq stand.

"Who's dumb idea was is to have a bbq in winter, in New York?" I ask so loosely.

"It was mine." Jeff so kindly replies;

"I figured that much."

I help out on what needs to be done, against my will. Honestly I didn't want to be here but Rio doesn't take no for an answer.

"You talked to Maya?"

I freeze for a moment and look up and shrug my shoulders.

"She calls me and Rio ya know. She's always asking about you."

I hesitate to ask but ask anyway.

"What did she say?"

"Maybe if you picked the phone you would know."

Here we go. Unwanted advice from my big bro. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"You know I can't do that."

He gives me a look and shakes his head.

"Maya is a good person, a great person even. Don't tell me you're gonna throw it away because of what you do. I know you didn't ask but I suggest you quit working for that man before something bad happens."

He's right, I can't lie, but the thing is I'm in too deep. I can't quit now because there are people who want me dead and out their way but I can't tell anyone that, not even Jeff. Being in contact with Maya would probably put her in danger. Having Jeff and his family close is a risk itself.

Jeff stopped the life of crime when we were younger, after mom passed and after we both spent a night in jail for robbery. I started hanging around with the wrong people that got me connected to Wilson Fisk. And now, I can't go back.

Maybe if I had continued that business me and Jeff had I wouldn't be in a predicament.

The party started and the music was flowing. Children of different ages playing and running around without a care in the world.

Maya had always talked about families. She used to have immense baby fever when she moved in with me. She would stare at every kid she would come across. She loved Miles like he was her own. She brought up the conversation of kids and I panicked. It was a not so good conversation. It ended in slamming doors, sleeping in the other room and tears.

How can I explain to her that bringing a child would be dangerous because of my job. That's a route I didn't want to go down. What if she would leave me for good. Even after all that she respected my decision. I honesty don't deserve her.

"Hola everybody, thanks for coming. Isn't it nice to have family for the holidays. I have a Christmas gift for everyone today. You're gonna love it."

This got everyones attention. What could she possibly have that everyone would love. Money? Nahhh.

She walks down the fire escape and small conversations emerge again. She came back as fast as she left. Everyone is now confused because she comes back empty handed.

"Well where is the present?" someone asked.

Then everyone notices another figure behind her. Then the world stops completely. Ain't no way.

"MAYA!" Everyone is rushing over to her and greeting her. She knows everyone here. No surprise. She's so likeable and approachable. Everyone loves her, well including me.

The atmosphere is filled with excitement as people are still talking to her. She lights up the room, well air with her smile. Her dimples haven't faded at all. I'm stood so still like a literal statue. Until I feel someone nudge me back to earth.

Miles.

"Huh?"

"I said go talk to her."

She's talking to people as she walks over. She's talks to someone and makes a brief glance at me with a smile. I'm not ready. I try to make an escape by turning around to get a drink or something but Rio is in the way. Giving me a look. A look with her arms crossed and shaking her head.

"What?"

Without a word she turns me back around and shoves me forward and into 'lo and behold' into Maya. She seems surprised to bump into me but I catch her out of instinct. She looks up and I look down. I'm so speechless I look like a fool.

"Uhh hey."

She attempts to hold a laugh but completely fails. She has me acting like a fool.

"Hi Aaron, how have you been?"

"I..ummm."

"Come on man don't stuttering on her now lil bro." Jeff mocks him.

"I'm doing good."

#aaron davis x oc #into the spider verse #miles morales #spider verse #spiderman #uncle aaron #Aaron Davis #aaron davis x reader

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miawstic · 11 months

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oh hey!

it's me! I'm back!

lots of folks are flocking over from twitter right now, so now seems like a good time to start again for myself as well—though I've actually been thinking about starting again for a long time now. a lot has changed in my life and in return I've changed a lot about this blog, so I'll be talking about it all for a bit.

there'll be a tl;dr at the bottom if you don't feel like reading it all, but I'd appreciate if you did!

so, hey. I thought for a long time about what to do with this account. this place spawned and held a lot of memories of people who did me wrong and the mistakes I'd made, and it was bad enough for a while that I just didn't want to look at it at all.

it took a long time to accept what happened to me and that it shouldn't have happened, and that I shouldn't be protecting and supporting the people who were involved anymore. but, yeah, I think I was kinda groomed. that sucks, and I won't go into details about it. I'm thankful to have the clarity I have now as an adult to come to terms with it.

I considered wiping this account entirely and moving to a new account—both to try to erase what happened and to have a more appropriate place to house the new type of content I've moved onto. but, I've had this account since the day I turned 13. I'm 22 now. it's been my home and I'm not letting any assholes' influence taint it and take it away from me. also, I can post what I want, lol.

that all being said, though, I have updated the look of this this place to match my current tastes! I'd like to do even more, but I'll need to draw stuff to do that. so, while this blog has already been hugely overhauled, it'll continue to be a work in progress until I get the time to make some assets for it. I also wiped a large chunk of my old posts because, frankly, nobody needs to see all of that. and, y'know, memories of being groomed and all that, lol. I'd like to totally redo my about as well—maybe make a new one entirely somewhere else?

speaking of Blogs and Posting, I should probably let you all know that I'm not going to be posting anymore megaman content anymore—neither through my own posts nor reblogs. I've grown out of that fanbase, and I think it's time to move on for everyone's sake. if that disappoints you, I'm sorry, but also, I'm not sorry because this is the best thing for me. I don't need it anymore, but I'm grateful for all the growing I did while being into it. you're entirely welcome to leave if cookie run and my ocs aren't your jam—thanks for staying with me all this time! and to those who choose to stay regardless, you have my whole heart. thank you to both!

I can't say how often I'll be posting here, as I've gotten a lot of things in my life now that eat up my time (this is a good thing, in my teenage years I would've never imagined having the responsibilities I have now!). on top of two jobs, I also co-own the cookie run kingdom wiki now! managing and improving that place takes a LOT of my time, seriously. it's made me slow down significantly in making my art, but that's alright—I seriously love it there, and I've met so many amazing people and built a lot of other skills from being there. like coding! I can do that now! I'm responsible for coding and designing a very big portion of the templates and extra styling on there, and I'm very, very proud of it! being a representative of the wiki, you can always feel free to ask me about the site, its policies, etc. here. also, I'll probably be going back to school soon...

but anyways, oh yeah, art. I've got a pretty good backlog of completed drawings that I'll be posting to here. I'll be queuing the posts to come out at probably a rate of one a day until they're up, though. no more posting 7 pieces in one day and posting the next in 3 months (at least for now 🤔). like I said, I don't have a ton of time to draw constantly like I used to, but I'll do what I can in making more in the future. as for what I'll be drawing, I mean, probably cookie run. maybe some ocs though, because I've got a few ideas. maybe things from my other interests? we'll see! I've also been sculpting a lot, actually...

and yeah, don't let the seriousness of this post fool you; I'll certainly still be reblogging dumb, non-serious posts like I always did. fixing up the look of the blog itself is enough professionalism I think 😵‍ also! I'll be letting up on all the trigger warning tags I had used in the past—scopophobia, animals, food, that kind of thing—because I've literally never been asked to tag anything like that. I mean, feel free to let me know if you do need things like those tagged, but, starting now, I'm going to take it a little easier with the tags. very common triggers (blood, abuse, so on) will still be tagged, of course.

I think that's it? yeah. nice to be here again, it's much more relaxed and individualized than twitter! I think I almost felt intimidated by tumblr for a long time since it almost feels like posts need to have more "purpose" than tweeting on twitter. but, like, I'm older and give less of a shit now. my house, I post silly thing.

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thanks for reading if you did! here's your tl;dr:

I've deleted the majority of my old posts and revamped the look and theming of my blog to have a fresh start, to cut rotten ties, and to have a place that suits my current self. also so I don't have to be embarrassed every time I post.

no more megaman! in terms of art, it'll be cookie run and maybe some ocs, or whatever else. art won't be frequent, though, because I'm always busy with work and the crk wiki.

I'll be posting my backlog of completed art over the next few days.

I'm no longer tagging the more specific trigger tags like scopophobia (unless you really want me to???).

you should commission dani.

#mad gab #grooming mention /#do we still use slashes in tags? maybe I'm just a grandpa

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I don't think we can say that Jiraiya is representing imperialism in that instance, though. I get what you mean, but the rain villages whole intro was that it is closed off to the rest of the world. Entering and leaving was hard for everyone.

Sure Konoha does fucked up stuff, but Jiraiya was sent to spy and find info on the akatsuki leader. Not to take over or influence the Rain village for the Leafs gain. Yea irl militaries spying on foreign countries under the guise of looking for terrorist groups usually have a lot of scummy shit, but Jiraiyas legitimately just looking for Akatsukis leader. No coups to be seen.

I get what you mean though, fandom is dumb.

Look, you're not wrong to view it like that, that's exactly what the text wants you to take away from those scenes and plotline. I feel like this could be a disseration worthy topic, but what I meant was mostly about how the story is exceptionally Konoha-centered and ends up justifying a LOT of attrocious stuff that has real life parallels, or well at least regurgitates deeply ingrained imperialistic talking points (I'm not saying Kishi did any of this conciously, the way the fash stuff is in Attack on Titan for example, nor am I about to speculate about this author's politics). Like, the way Konoha is set up as a nation reminds me so much of the way my dad talks about the USA, about how they're the arbiter of international truth, they helped end both world wars on the side of the 'good guys' and freed small nations like Romania. I... am not going to go into that bc its heavy and messy politics surpringly also involving attempts at settler colonialism.

Me and my sis have a joke that Nagato is Ceaușescu, in regards to national and international politics. And that's... kinda what I'm getting at. The story set up Ame as being this closed off country, very secretive and run by a terrorist organization so the 'good guys' coming in and spying is not a bad thing at all, and doesn't that just remind of the way American propaganda about North Korea and Iraq sound like? Did the author also not describe Ame as a war torn country with high internal instability so much so that the outside didn't even know the Hanzo regime fell? Did the author also not involve Konoha's Danzo and ANBU in the quashing of the original Akatsuki (to maintain influence in the region)? Should the audience be fully trusting in the narrative the main characters are painting??

Returning to Ceaușescu: My parents lived through that. My grandparents did. Some relatives are still claiming it used to be better then than now, under a capitalist democracy. I've had relatives that were sent to work camps and ate shoe soles. Which is to say closed off regimes get complicated really quickly and I can't help thinking about that when thinking of Ame.

In the end tho, I can't see Jiraiya (or Naruto himself) as anything other than 'American' (or a Japanese nationalist the same way Tsurumi from Golden Kamuy is - also hey voiced by the same guy).

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Hey hey pretty face, how was your day?*winks at you*(Sorry, I'm a little too excited today) So, I read your last Lockdown headcanon and I absolutely loved it, but now, I have a twin brother, we're one A bit of a noisy duo, how would Lockdown deal with twins? Would there be rivalry between them? Recently my "dear" brother ratted me out and now I'm temporarily stuck at home, how would Lockdown deal with a situation like this? One brother ratting out the other?

Hey hey lovely! Today has been good, quite productive! I hope you have a good day too!

He thinks a little competition can be good between families, it makes them try to better themselves. He wants his children to be the best, and often when they compete with each other for his attention they become better. So he allows it.

As long as they don't cause trouble together. If they are a disaster duo, meaning they are bad influences on each other then he will separate them. But if they work well together then he shall keep them together.

He does have favorites, but it often switches depending on what his children do. They both act different, making him favor them for different reasons.

He approves of loyalty, so if one child tells on another, he appreciates them telling the truth. However he does not like suck ups, or trying to get each other in trouble only for the benefit of themselves and not for the greater good of the mission. Tattle tales can be good and bad, it depends on how Lockdown is feeling on the day.

He may also punish the sibling who ratted them out, saying they should have looked out for the other sibling and prevented them from getting into trouble.

He expects them to be able to look out for each other. The ship can not run properly if crew members fight. He doesn't care about sibling squabbles, they still need to be able to complete their duties.

Often if his children do come to him with their fights, he will tell them to figure it out themselves. He will only intervene if their 'fight' annoys him or interferes with the missions.

#ask #transformers #lockdown #transformers bayverse

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harringrovsonsworld · 2 years

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So I mentioned it in another post but who wants to hear my horrific angst for aus or season 5? No one? TS this is my blog

Long post under the cut

Ok so my thought is very much around how vecna has his victims lined up as trophies in his mindscape. They can't JUST be trophies right? Vecna is a loon but he's too pragmatic to be so vain. They must serve a purpose. He needed 4 of them to open the gates so they must have some significance that his other victims don't.

Which brings me to my theory. Vecna needs his s4 victims to power the gates, like uh totems or human battery packs, that's why he needs them close to hand in his mind and not buried in some forgotten hole like the ones he killed in the lab. So he can keep them trapped in bad memories, keep tormenting them so their misery keeps the gates open. That's why he tormented them first. We know from Kali fear and anger are powerful emotions but from el and Mike we know love is stronger. Henry doesn't understand love, so he's basically using scare power like he's in monsters inc.

SO HERE IS MY HIDIOUS ANGST IF THAT WASNT BAD ENOUGH

Once vecna opens the gates, he's got his first set of 4 victims powering them, but it's not enough. We know El has a longer range wither her powers and even she needed to piggy back on max to reach him. My idea is that to keep his influence spreading he needs to piggy back on others too, more victims to act as human relays. Think some sort of torture based radio tower or the shield of Morty suffering from Rick and Morty.

My idea is that he has people sort of strung up to towers made of flesh like the mind flayer, being kept alive and 'protected' by demogorgons like Will with the tube down his throat in season 1. Vecna is using their nightmares, their mental scapes as pitstops for his abilites. Jump from the upside down where he's safe ,like the creel house scene, into their mind scapes and from then onto whoever he wants.

Next question is, who would he choose as victims? Well I'm glad you asked:

Eddie(maybe)

disclaimer, im more on the side of kas eddie than this but lets just run with it.

Fairly self explanatory, Eddie was a choice of convenience, there's a person, might as well use them. Dying in the upside down, vecna is sure he'd agree to anything to live. Imagine his suprise when Eddie pulls a fuck you and fuck your plan too out of his flack jacket. Now vecna is determined to keep him alive out of spite. If he'd just been good and done as vecna asked maybe he'd give a nice dream to his little human relay but no, now Eddie gets to watch Chrissy and Dustin die over and over until vecnas finally done with him or his body gives out under the strain. i guess if u wanted kas eddie, this could be punishment from vecna for disobeying him . maybe doesnt have the same effect since kas eddie is already dead but hey ho its still not pleasant.

Jason

I think Jason's death was bullshit. Not in the way Eddie's, bobs, or Billy's was bullshit but bullshit all the same. So I'm bringing him back in the worst fuckin way possible. the gate opening doesnt rip him in half so much as it swallows him whole. he lands face first in the upside down creel house just in time to miss steve nancy and robin leaving. hes hurt, thats no short fall he just had so hes kinda stuck there. obviously when hes done licking his wounds vecna comes home and finds him. Jason has zero fucking clue what's going on in Hawkins so for him to be strung up and tortured by vecna just has so many layers to it. Jason would think he'd died and gone to hell and that's a whole new kind of angst for me to work with. Vecna wouldn't even need to make him hallucinate to get the kind of suffering he needs to boost his powers. Just keep him awake and watching and Jason would be out of his mind in minutes. Bonus points for any body horror he might bring to the table: vecna has those vines in his back , maybe he could put some in Jason and turn him into a human security system with tendrils and eyes all over Hawkins. Forces Jason to watch the horror unfold AND when Jason inevitably reacts to the party, cries out to lucas or his friends to help him, vecna will know instantly.

Billy

Ok we know for a fact that billy is still around in vecnas head somewhere. See my other post for proof. Tldr billy is the only hallucination who seems to have real eyes or a soul and consciousness. Susan's eyes go white, Chrissy's moms eyes go white, freds accusers eyes are all white. The reason Billy's aren't is BC vecna has him, he can use the real billy in the hallucination to torment max. I imagine the reason he does this is 2 fold. To scare max yes but moreso to punish billy for daring to stand up to him, for beating his mind games in season 3. When max is in a coma neither vecna or el can reach her, she's safe. So what does vecna do? Take his frustration out on billy by forcing him to help spread the upside down around Hawkins. I see this 1 of two ways.

1. Billy has give up. He is too broken, he doesn't care what happens to him, to Hawkins, to anyone, even max. He is just too exhausted and can't bring himself to fight when he suddenly finds he has a body again. It just means more pain and he just cant take it anymore. i do love me some angst but i think this is a little ooc for Billy.

2.Billy is too tough for vecna to break. He tried it once and it didn't work and all its done is pissed Bills off. Billy is fucking mad so there's no sense in trying to hallucinate him into compliance because hes already gazed into the abyss and spat in its face with the double middle finger salute. Further more, billy doesn't give a fuck about Hawkins, so making him watch shit hit the fan doesnt work either. But what does work, is threatening max. She's the only thing he gives a fuck about and he can't help her like this. "Do as I say and I won't touch her." Vecna says "you could run but you'll never get to her before I do" the noodly bastard is lying through his teeth and praying billy doesnt call his bluff. Nancy did a number on him, his brisk walking days are over. He's just praying billy doesn't find out max is in a coma and essentially untouchable in everything but the physical sense. So billy complies, for now, plotting to grind vecnas face into the concrete with his boot heel. He'll behave for now.

For max.

And since we need 4 I've got 2 choices.

First one is Nancy. Not that I don't love Nancy, even despite her flaws, i still canon that Karen wheeler is Alice creel which would make Henry, Nancy and mike's uncle. There has to be some reason why he picked her to show those visions to. Also I want to see Jonathan robin and Steve panicking BC Nancy is the only one holding the braincell and they all love her deeply. Bonus points if they get half way though saving her and she walks past having saved herself. insert i fear no man but that thing scares me meme of vecna with nancy.

Second one might lose more people but

You know how stranger things is inspired by silent hill? I think the last relay tower human/ victim should be Henry. Or at least, some part of the original Henry creel.

Think about it. Silent hills Alessa separated herself into "dark" and " light" sides. Og alessa stayed in the otherworld/ upside down and Cheryl/heather escaped. No powers but free from the darkness of alessas mind and the other world .why wouldn't vecna try that if he could? He's got trauma, he's got weakness, he may not look human anymore but hes still fallible . imagine if he found out he could just split himself down the middle and send that weak half packing some place else? become the apex predator he clearly wants to be? he'd jump at the chance...well, hobble at the chance. id like to see vecna treat this "weak" part of himself terribly. 'henry' gets the worst treatment from vecna and its just delicious angst and self loathing.

side note i had a thought about vecna using 'henry' as a human blood pouch for vampire eddie. henry using his 'talk to kids in the lab' voice to try and keep eddie calm, eddies sobbing and apologising as he drinks from henry but hes so hungry and in pain and has no control over it, henry just telling him its ok even though its agony.its nearly whumptober lads no one can stop me.

i am a sick and twisted individual. i may rewrite this thought into an actual fic with mungrove or munver, havent decided yet.

so yes, there are all my thoughts tm . i need a nap, maybe if i daydream up anymore suffering for my favorites ill let you all know

#stranger things #billy hargrove #eddie munson #vecna #henry creel #jason carver #nancy wheeler #001

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katyspersonal · 10 months

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warning for: "bad wording", "unasked opinion", "another coward hiding behind anon mask"

I think you should stop looking for an ideology/side to pick and consider trying to pick your own side, attempt learning to become your own person instead—give up on fitting into any cult anything? Honestly, why don't you try to build your own thing? You seem capable of building so much of theories, finding so much of little details not many could ever notice—why not use this skill to help yourself? I get it. Many humans do not like making efforts. I'm one of them. Sometimes becoming your own person = doing a lot of efforts, but it is not a hard work it is just making efforts, day by day, baby steps, it is possible, it is valid—even if right now it might seem as "not very likely" or "hopeless" or "meaningless" in your personal case. I do not judge you. I'm trying to tell you that creating your own identity, a personality is possible. Speaking from a lil anon experience, so far I haven't found any other solution except trying to learn how to rebuild yourself into yourself from a scratch and "broken remains". You can't get rid of every single shitty influence but you can take control of it, its traces and make something of your own. You can do anything, if you want...but you don't want it, do you? I do not know you (and you don't know me), all I got is an opinion to make out of your post, I bet it's mostly wrong, I should have stayed silent, heh. I think you'll be less miserable if you stop running away from yourself by seeking yourself in people, groups and fandoms. And I do not mean it in way like "quit social media they are evil they are brainwashing you into becoming something you are not", if anything I do not believe in "good" and "evil" nor in "black and white", because this life has much more of colors and hues in the store to offer. "Balancing it out" is what I was trying to tell. Please try to help yourself. I think you deserve to live and have good things in your life. My opinion matters very little because I'm just another coward, but I mean it.

Hey, this is actually a very good message. It took me some time to get to it because currently I genuinely am better off sinking in my special interest and drawing than tackle anything personal. But this is a good advice, especially for someone who had to judge my character off very limited information. (or maybe I am oversharing way more than I think I do...?)

The thing is... I DO have beliefs and ideals! It is aggressively affirming them where I fail at. Like you pointed out, I can see a lot of things no one else does and that's how I get into every character's head. But it is similar with people. Very often I will see where person is coming from, what events and information and trends made them come to this conclusion, what is their motivation, and like... You see, this is normally a deal-breaker for me. Just because I can understand why person thinks this way, see the logic and often even a valid fundament, this person passes for me - especially if I can not properly object them with logic and knowledge. I am not the type to have no logical counter-arguements and still pull the 'L + you are wrong + you are a bitch + bye' thing, because coming from emotions is not for me. For this same reason I often get trapped in abusive relationship - because when person is convincing and I have no counter-arguements for why I should not be treated this way besides crying and insulting... well, I can be convinced of deserving anything. Just ask my EX boyfriend hahaha (he healed and changed, don't worry).

This is the loop of autism. Not just any autism, but like, very pure form of it. The one that consistently pisses the allistics off enough to call us "robots" or "psychopaths". We do not 'just' understand things and not 'just' believe in things - we only do or think something if there is a reason. But at the same time, we won't "just know" a lot of things others do. There are only two things you can do - either 1) assume some unbreakable "rules" how society and people function and what is right and wrong end up being a rigid prick that judges everyone through the same lence and could never see things working unlike these "rules" or 2) say fuck it and use your own brain to navigate in the world, but you will constantly get lost. I think the latter is the lesser evil, because the former not only makes it more likely to get used as ideological soldier, but also will fuck over people that act and speak coming from different reasoning.

And you are right. I SHOULD make my own rules - not listen to some arrogant assholes claiming to be for peace and equality but We Know, and not listen to some conservatives who just can't accept that every generation will be different; but also not wander so aimlessly. I have a friend who is very similarly fucked up to me: hard autism, borderline personality disorder, burdening level of insightful, all that. And even he is self-sufficient enough to say 'Yes I see where you are coming from in your beliefs, but fuck you, that's a way of an idiot'. Another friend who has the exact same type of autist thinking as me ended up doing just what I mentioned - they set up the rules of what he believes in and refuses to budge on them no matter the stakes, even if they tend to hurt people because not even appealing to their compassion could make them budge. Like!!! you have to be literally dying for them to go easier, but even then they'll pick their principles back up and return to the discussion when you recovered.

Granted, recently I've been becoming more solid. Like recently I've blocked someone because they were using slurs in an arguement, and even before that I blocked someone I never even talked with because they were a tad too nationalist against Russians (all of them). It is just... not really like me? I tend to not mind free speech, but for some reason I've started to get more angry at such things? It is also the uh... Barb1e movie. Yeah don't laugh, trust me plenty of people ended up in existential crisis because of it. But it was something that followed when someone whose reasoning I was able to understand prior pulled the 'This movie hates men' when the movie gave men positive message that men should aspire to be self-sufficient and be themselves instead of stressing to fit into social expectations. This sort of (mis)interpretation just felt way too similar to """logic""" a certain asshole had calling me lesbophobic when I said to stop locking lesbians in stereotypes (I know you're lurking here, lil shit). It feels very obvious that anyone can be an idiot and it is not just privilege of the "woke SJWs" side but just a flaw of any human that makes their politics their personality, but sometimes it takes a certain event to make you truly SEE something, you know?

And in the end, by learning to assert my beliefs, by learning to be consistent and not just 'have' them, I will be playing this game too, no? ...somewhat. Currently I am more like Rom - I see everything but this is the reason I can't do shit. I want to be more like Djura, who knows what he thinks and will protect it, and you have to actually agree to his terms to not get shot by him! Both of these characters are 'open' and will work with people's autonomy: Rom by her barrier being penetrable if you have enough Insight, so you CAN learn horrors of the universe but only if you are looking for them so people that don't want that shit are spared, and Djura by not denying the hunt altogether but insisting that beasts that can't harm people are spared, as he tells us to go and be useful where we will be. But Djura has something Rom no longer does - personality! For me 'seeing where they come from' is a pass to forgive... literally everything? It can be a great power that will let me find what others can't and make friends no one else could, but it can also be a dangerous mindset that will trap me in abusive relationship or make me cause damage. The one thing Rom is not showing even to 99 Insight people is how there is a madman slowly destroying humanity with his ritual, isn't it so? Haha, yeah, you pointed out that I am very well-versed in analyzing fiction, but this shit legit helps me to navigate. I've been solving many conflicts and questions via "omg they're just like those characters for real". Autists interact with the world vicariously through fiction! My close friends also developed a habit of helping me by comparing the situation with something that happened in our Bloodb0rne headcanons. I am dead serious. x)

In the end, I am incapable of being ideological soldier, nor I can obey the rules based on "I am [demographic] and you are not so do what I say or you are a danger for our whole kind" (left) or "I am older/more educated and you don't know shit in life and if you don't agree with me you are just another woke zombie" (right). Of course I can't have a 'covenant' - I am an individualist! An individualist that can't assert their individuality, apparently. But there is a difference between wandering aimlessly or walking your own way..

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Again, thank you for this ask.. You really should not be so hard on yourself - anons are only bad and cowardly if it is a prick being mean. Otherwise they're fine! And it was important for me to think about, too... I was not even really THINKING about how I have friends with similar thinking as me but they adapted and can be consistent and assertive. They can disagree very harshly, to the point of creating awkwardness between us until I either change my mind or admit that I have nothing to argue, and that's not emotional manipulation, but standing up.

#personal #mental health #ask replies #yeah like you said it might take eternity...#i DO feel like i am not capable of doing so much work you are right #like this is a change of character so fundamental that it won't be me anymore #because my self-confidence and wish to assert myself got broken VERY early since childhood #very consistently by a close family member for so many years #it is just hard to believe i can be fixed when 'being broken' is how i was assembled to BEGIN with #but maybe years later i'll speak differently #it is also hard to aspire to something when world is ending (wars natural disasters collapsing economics... all that)#I have decided to not make any long-term goals because i feel like humanity got only a decade left to exist at BEST

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Chapter 6

MCs POV

After talking to Jessy about my situation she invited me round to talk, she gave me some good advice about my Phil/Jake situation. I don't want to hurt Phil but it's just not going to work out between us.

Today is a new day. I've finished all my tasks for work and have the rest of the day to myself. After taking a shower and changing I send a text to Phil asking to meet up.

It's now or never MC you got this after all he's given you a chance to get out while I can I never wanted any of this. All I ever wanted was to be with Jake but he had to go fuck it all up. Now I'm left sitting here trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing.

Right if I don't do this I never will

MC: Hey Phil, can I come by and see you?

Phil: Hey MC, sure come by the bar

MC: thanks Phil see you soon X

MC quickly grabbed her jacket and keys and headed out the door, she started the car and headed to the bar. Once she parked up MC tapped on the door and Phil came to open it up so she could go inside.

Phil: hey beautiful, you look amazing

MC: thanks, you always look sexy

Phil: I've got some time if you want to have some fun

MC: Phil, I'm sorry but I can't

Phil: It's Jake isn't it?

MC: yes, Phil I'm sorry I didn't want to hurt you if he hadn't of come back things would be different

Phil: I can't say I'm not disappointed but thank you for telling me before we got to deep into this relationship

MC put her arms around Phil kissing him one last time, he pulled her closing the gap between them. MC pushed him up against the bar running her hands all over him, she grabbed him hand and went upstairs. After they had finished they both lay back on the bed catching their breath.

MC: I'm sorry Phil, this shouldn't of happened

Phil: it's okay, goodbye sex is not to bad especially when it's with someone who's has hot as you

MC: your a bad influence on me this can't happen again

Phil: you know where I am

MC got up out of bed and got dressed she said her goodbyes to Phil and left she pulled out her phone and phoned Jessy

MC: Hey Jessy? Are you in?

Jessy: Hey MC, yeah come round

MC: thanks see you in a minute

Jake: You didn't tell her I was here?

Jessy: I know, I did that for a reason

MC put her phone down, started the car and drove to Jessy's, once she arrived she parked the car and headed into Jessy's apartment block. She knocked on the door and Jessy let her inside.

Jessy: hey MC come on in I've got the wine out

MC: thanks Jessy, I hope it's a big glass

Jessy: of course

MC: You'll never believe the day I've had it's been awful. I broke up with Phil but I slept with him again. He's just so….Jessy what's he doing here?

Jake: please hear me out before you leave

MC: Jessy how could you?

Jessy: it was the only way, I had to get you two in the same room please just talk work things out

MC: I'm tired of fighting, I guess we can talk and work things out

Jake: thanks MC

Jessy: I tell you what me and Richy will go pick up some food and a few more bottles of wine we'll be back soon

Jessy and Richy left the apartment leaving Jake and MC to talk

Jake: I still love you MC that never changed

MC: You think I don't feel the same? I am so madly in love with you it hurts

Jake: I want you to trust me again i will do whatever it takes

MC: I think we need to start from the beginning again, take things slow go on a first date

Jake: you got it, name the place and I will take you there or would you like me to surprise you

MC: I do love surprises

Jake: I know the perfect place. I've been wanting to take you there for some time now. Are you free tomorrow?

MC: I've got a week off work so I'm free any day

Jake: perfect, how about I pick you up around 7pm

MC: it's a date

Jake and MC carried on talking while they waited for Jessy to come back with the wine and food. When Jessy and Richy got back with the food they sat round together eating and talking.

MC: thanks Jessy for doing this I guess I did need to hear him out

Jessy: it's what best friends are for

Jake: Do you want me to drive? I have not had much to drink?

MC: Do you mind? I don't want to put you out

Jake: don't be silly it's my pleasure

Jake opened the car door letting MC get in he walked round the front of the car getting in Jake started the car and made his way to MCs apartment. When they arrived Jake packed the car up and went to open the door for MC.

MC: thank you Jake, it's been nice talking things over

Jake: no need for thanks

MC: Would you like to come up for coffee? Or you want to that is

Jake: I'd love to

Jake followed MC up to her apartment and she let him inside, MC headed to the kitchen and started making the coffee. When she turned round Jake was standing watching her move around the kitchen.

Jake: sorry, I was staring

MC: It's okay, tell you what I've got a bottle of whiskey if you want a glass?

Jake: that sounds great

MC got the glasses and the bottle of whiskey and went to sit down on the couch, she poured the whiskey into the glasses and handed it to Jake.

MC: I have missed you, I've missed you so much

Jake: I've missed you to, I hated having to leave you I never wanted to hurt you

MC: I'm not angry anymore, I'm just…

Jake: it's okay you don't have to explain I understand, it's getting late I should go

MC: Where are you staying?

Jake: I've got a room at the motel for now

MC: it will take you hours to walk back there why don't you stay the night plus it's cold outside, take my car

Jake: Are you sure?

MC: yeah it's okay just bring it back tomorrow

MC handed Jake the keys and he left the apartment. She leaned her head back on the door she was happy Jake was back but she missed the sex with Phil. She tried shaking the thoughts away; she didn't want to think of Phil this way.

She found herself grabbing her phone texting Phil to come over.

MC: Phil, please come over don't ask questions please I just need this

Phil: for you beautiful anything

Phil arrived at MCs apartment and she was quick to push him up against the wall, her hands running all over him. Phil stopped the kisses and pulled away MC looked up in confusion at what Phil did.

Phil: MC, I can't keep doing this

MC: I know, I'm so sorry I don't know what's got into me

Phil: it needs to stop, you either want me or Jake but I think I guess where this is going

MC: I'm a terrible person I said I didn't want to hurt you and look what I'm doing

Phil: I get it I know how much you love Jake but I like you as the same time MC

MC: Phil, I am so sorry this was a massive mistake I won't blame you if you hate me and never want to talk to me again

Phil: I can't hate you MC, look let's just start again and be friends

MC: I'd like that alot

Phil hugged and kissed MC goodbye and left the apartment, MC sank down to the floor thinking about everything that had happened. She knew what her heart truly desired and that is Jake.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #i love you jake #duskwood jake x mc #jake x mc #he loves me #duskwood jessy #i love you #i love him #duskwood phil #duskwood richy #where did you go #where are you

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weaverworks · 2 years

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Mortal Kombat FRIENDSHIPS DRABBLE #1: Sure-how, partner! part 1

Johnny: Hey Erron! Let's go to do a rodeo show! I got the best tickets money could buy…or in this case, it was a cool gift for the commercial I did for them! C'mon, best buddy, let's howdy-do!

Erron: [Internally cringing] Uhh…yee-aa-ah, Johnny. I actually got, um, [clears throats] some things to do, like some errands that Kotal sent me, to um, do. Sooo I can't go with you now!

Johnny: [shoulders deflated]…oh. Okay. I understand. I guess…another time then.

[Seeing how disappointed Johnny was, Erron feels something struggling in his soul. Something pulsing down from the bottom his chest, brewing like a cauldron…ready to overflow. He never expected to feel little of that emotion these days…but it has happen a lot since Cassie became his sweetheart. Being the better man is worth it…she influenced him more than he can admit.] Erron: [sighs] Johnny…!

Johnny: [looks up at him like a kick puppy] Hmm…?

Erron: I…made a mistake. My work with Kotal is later in the weeks, so…I can join you on the rodeo show [gulping]…If you want me too.

Johnny: [happily excited] Sure how, partner! We gonna have ourselves a hog-killin' time! I'm booking our flights right now! :heart_eyes:

[Johnny runs out whooping his excitement. Erron holds the back of the couch, his head hanging down his chest wondering what he has just put himself in. He didn't notice he wasn't alone when soft arms circle his.]

Cassie: Thank you, Erron. [kiss the corner of his lips] You really made his day.

Erron: [a small smile] Well, your old man ain't that bad…much. I might end up liking this rodeo show--

Johnny: Erron look! [he has strange colorful clothes in his hands] Theses are the costumes we're gonna wear on the horses!

Cassie/Erron: …huh?

Johnny: [shaking in excitement] Yeah! It's a clown rodeo show! We are gonna be part of the experience! [Puts a bright red nose on Erron's] We are gonna be clown bros! [he honks the red nose then quickly leaves to make the phone call]

Erron: [still wearing the honking red nose, stares blankly at the empty space Johnny was there moments ago]

Cassie: [biting her lips to keep from laughing with sympathetic eyes]…You are gonna have such a good time.

Erron: [he swivels towards her, head shaking] DON'T. Just don't…

Cassie: [stands up on her tippy toes and place a chaste kiss] You're very cute! You might actually have fun!

Erron: [place the red nose on hers] How bout you try that!

Cassie: [honks her red nose] You like that, now?

Erron: [eyes wide, nose flaring] How 'bout we do something with that…[voice deep and silk] upstairs, sugar.

Cassie: Only if you catch me, first! Meep-meep! [she honks again before running]

Erron: Yipee-Ki-yay! [chasing after her]

[Their laughter continues among the halls of the condo thence the honking noises are all that could be heard with the slight moans of a woman and groans of a man.]

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x-heesy · 1 year

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𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖

𝝠 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗬 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗗𝝝𝗖𝗧𝝝𝗥 𝝠𝗪𝝠𝗬

𝗚𝝝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗦 / 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝝠𝗧𝗜𝝝𝗡𝝠𝗟 𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦 /𝗜𝗡𝗧𝝝𝗠𝗬𝗦𝝝𝗨𝗟 / 𝗘𝝠𝗥𝗚𝝠𝗦𝗠 / 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗭𝗭 𝗜𝗭 𝝠 𝗚𝗜𝗙 𝝠𝗧𝗧𝝠𝗖𝗞 / 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗦𝝝𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗛𝝝𝗟𝗘𝗦 / 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 / 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗬 𝝠𝗦𝗦 / 𝗚 𝝝 𝗗 𝗜 𝗦 𝝠 𝗗 𝗝 / ΓЯДCҜФFΓHΞDДУ / 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗗𝝠𝗥𝗞𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝝝𝗨𝗦 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗧 𝟰 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗡 / 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝝝𝗨𝗧𝗠𝗨𝗦��𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗪𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝝠𝗞𝗘 / 𝗪𝝝𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗜 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗬 / 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝝠 𝗖𝝝𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 / 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗡 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 🎧 / 𝗟𝝝𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝝝 / 𝗧𝗛𝝠𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝗟𝝝𝗥𝗗 𝟰 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 / 𝗜𝗠𝗙𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗧𝝝𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗕𝝠𝗦𝗦𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗦𝝠𝗖𝗥𝗘 / 𝗦𝗛𝝠𝗞𝗘𝗪𝗛𝝠𝗧𝗬𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗚𝝠𝗩𝗘𝗬𝝠 /𝗗𝗥𝝝𝗣𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦𝗡𝝝𝗧𝗕𝝝𝗠𝗕𝗦 / 𝗥𝝝̈𝗛𝗥𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗖𝗛 / 𝗜’𝗠 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝝝 💃🏽🕺🏼💃🏽

𝗜 𝝠𝗠 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗛 🎧💃🏽🕺🏼🪩🚀💥

#panicdynamicpandemic #trackoftheday #gifattack #gifmania #moody #edm #electronicmusic #shakewhatyamamagaveya #raaaaven @cavegirl66 @newmethilammina 🇮🇹 #electroshockboogie #dancemfdance #partymusic #lostinmusic #thankslordformusick:

Hey

Mixer T, yeah

PK extension

I jump on Italian rap like a trampoline

Brother, I've been here for a while, you scream

She gets wet when I rhyme

To do it better I found the algorithm

The flow weighs a kilo

Like the necklaces of the Migos

I smoke you in one puff

You're a cilum in the park, around it with the widest filter

Then I enter precisely, brother, archery on the sample

When I hear you you're like the wind if I'm turning it

No, I don't hear you as a deaf man who is sleeping

Bro, I win gold, platinum and silver

With her in the hotel, brother, more stars than Hokuto

I'm going, cash straight as Coccoluto

Her pussy is Newton's apple

I smoke the whole bro in a minute (wooo!)

We are artists

We seem happy but then we are sad (hey)

We write records (ha!)

These rappers go home then they diss us (wooo!)

I have the black box, you a package (ha ha!)

I'm a goal in the final with a heel

With you it's like boxing with a bag

When I hear your music it gets me down

I don't care if it sounds good or if it sells

We are us and we don't change anything

Emme!

I smoke from morning to night, brother

I'm having dinner with my girlfriend

Crazy panther kitten, brother

Guajira Guantanamera

I'm going up the creek

Brother, no, no, I don't have a bird, I have a propeller

White face, ravenous, anemic

Fievel landing in America

Sometimes I inhale such an amount that I devalue

I watch his buttocks go, they are so high that they seem to go up

You're with a pedal toilet

What toilet, what installments, with an ass that looks like a hexagon

Maybe it was better if you remained a bachelor

It's getting late, let's talk, I'll run bro!

I take a shot of Gelato, bro

Then I smile at you like triceratops

Wanted flow machine gun, bro (hey)

Matrix change I'm regenerating it (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Die of envy, yes, you are triggered (seh)

Bad language, the beat is eviscerated

The feat is sought after, the drink is mixed

What a fucking life, brother, I was a hermit! (emme!)

At work, bro, I'm still a rapper

Even if I'm beautiful, I'm an influencer

We are us and we don't change anything

Ouch, ouch, tremble when you hear Lebon on the mic (Lebon on the mic)

Alright, 24/7, all night (all night)

When do you make wheat? Tomorrow (yep)

Bro, I'm Jimmy Iovine (yep)

Without the styles ndo' go? Goodbye

God gave me the flow, he said to 'go (go, go, go)

I do not know how

You don't know what

You know it well

That you are not what

You can make foam

You are a soda

A slap on the head when you're posed (pshh)

Music is a drug (hey)

And I always have the best one

Moment, moment, moment

I still pop and the mic is off

I sing and you don't hear the accent

And you don't feel the jungle until I turn it on

Bravo, take the bulldozers against the blacks and Vatussi

I swear I can't like you do (yeah)

I'm supposed to be selling envelopes at Russian weddings

And count in the red like the Tunes (wooo!)

Sad life as an artist, especially if you live in Italy

How to get a flat earther pregnant and raise her children in Australia

It's like a prison, they condemned you

You want an hour of air, but conditioned

Out of the box forever

We are us, we don't change anything (Ah!)

𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝝𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝝠𝗬:

Esagono (hexagon) (feat. Salmo) by Gemitaiz, MadMan

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Incorrect Quotes Ft. The Warriors and Mages Squad! (Snorpy, Chandlo, Riamam and Pylaar)

Chandlo: That's greatly offensive to my people.

Pylaar: College dropouts?

Pylaar: We need to open this locked door. Riamam, give me your credit card.

Riamam: Here.

Pylaar, pocketing it: Thanks. Chandlo, break down the door.

Chandlo: If I say I love you, will you say it back?

Snorpy: Yes.

Chandlo: I love you.

Snorpy: It back.

*Later*

Riamam: Why is Chandlo crying face-down on the floor?

Riamam: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm.

Snorpy: That is not something you actually have installed.

Riamam: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

*playing twister*

Snorpy: Right hand red.

Riamam: *ends up on top of Pylaar*

Pylaar: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Snorpy: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

Pylaar: How do you want your coffee?

Riamam: Black, like my soul.

Pylaar:

Pylaar: Riamam, your soul is a latte.

Pylaar: Look at the buns on that guy!

Snorpy: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns*

Chandlo: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny!

Pylaar: I'm not going back to jail!

Chandlo: HELP! I TOLD SNORPY I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Riamam, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Chandlo: Would you take a bullet for me?

Snorpy: ...yes?

*Riamam angrily burst into the room*

Chandlo: *running away* Great, thanks!

Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Riamam, with Chandlo and Pylaar behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Riamam: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Riamam: Snorpy FUCKING FELL OFF!

Chandlo: Pylaar is not allowed to decide which one of us is the chosen one.

Snorpy: Some people are like slinkies.

Pylaar: What?

Snorpy: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.

Pylaar:

Pylaar: Please don't push Riamam down the stairs.

Snorpy, pushing Riamam down the stairs: Too late.

Riamam: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?

Pylaar, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Snorpy: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Pylaar: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Riamam, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

Snorpy: You're a bad influence.

Pylaar: And you don't know your sayings.

Riamam: Do dragons fart fire?

Snorpy: I don't know.

Riamam: I thought you went to college.

Riamam: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie.

Chandlo: Ooh, can we get some actual pie?

Riamam: I like the way you think.

Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent.

Pylaar: I choose to waive that right!

Pylaar: *screaming*

Snorpy: Who hurt you?

Riamam: *snorting* What, do you want a list?

Snorpy: ...Yes, actually.

Chandlo: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Pylaar: It’s not water.

Chandlo: Vodka! I like your sty-

Pylaar: It’s vinegar.

Chandlo: …What?

Pylaar: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

*At a bank teller window*

Riamam, in a bad Italian accent: I'd like-a to make-a da deposit!

Snorpy: HEY BUDDY, WAIT, I REMEMBER YOU!

Riamam: *Frantically pours marinara sauce into the vacuum tube*

Snorpy: GODDAMMIT, IT'S THEM AGAIN!

Pylaar: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Snorpy: Yesterday, I overheard Chandlo saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Riamam replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Riamam: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?

Pylaar: Fake?

Chandlo: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Riamam: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Chandlo: You don’t have to wear…

Riamam: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

Pylaar: This is getting embarrassing.

Riamam: Getting? We’re already there!

Riamam: Hey.

Snorpy: Hey?

Riamam: I can't sleep. :/

Snorpy: I can. Goodnight.

Chandlo: Where's Riamam?

Snorpy: Don't worry, I'll find them.

Snorpy, shouting: Pylaar sucks!

Riamam, distantly: Pylaar is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Snorpy: Found them.

Pylaar, watching Chandlo do something stupid: Riamam, you're officially only the second highest risk here.

Riamam: Hell yeah! I'm gonna—

Pylaar: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

Chandlo: What if people had food names and food had people names?

Riamam: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having Chandlo for dinner.

Snorpy: What is wrong with you people?

Pylaar: Shut up, chocolate.

Riamam: honk.

Pylaar: WHAT.

Riamam: HONK.

Pylaar: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Riamam: So how’s the food Pylaar made?

Snorpy: It's great! Compliments to them.

Riamam: *goes to the kitchen*

Riamam: You're adorable.

Pylaar: *blushes*

Snorpy: Riamam just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.

Chandlo: Riamam, I am questioning your sanity...

Snorpy: I never questioned it, I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

Riamam, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Chandlo, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Pylaar, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Snorpy, trembling: What are we playing?!

Chandlo: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now.

Pylaar: Uh, Snorpy and Riamam are not getting along.

Chandlo: They’re not trying to kill each other.

Pylaar: You may have a point.

#i think you now have a good idea of their dymanic lol #bugsnax #bugsnax snorpy #bugsnax chandlo #riamam lampnom #pylaar #bugsnax incorrect quotes

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