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tired-and-ticklish · 2 months

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Bonding Exercise

Sequel to “Rough Day”

Summary: Angel and Husk try to escape Charlie’s new idea for a bonding exercise, but The Princess, her girlfriend, and a certain Radio Demon are persistent.

TW: Tickling (slightly intense), Swearing, Slight Restraints, Alastor being a bastard, References to Alastor’s past, Angel Dust being Angel Dust.

Disclaimer: I do not support V*v*z*epop, I simply like the characters and exploring their dynamics, usually in silly ways.

Part Three

“One~”

Despite the distance the two demons had put between themselves and the Radio Demon, they both could clearly hear his voice, accentuating how absolutely fucked they were. Angel was a bit faster, his longer legs giving him an advantage, but Husk wasn’t far behind, running quicker than he ever had in his life or unlife.

“Split up!” Angel exclaimed, quickly turning down a random hallway.

“Don’t need to fucking tell me twice!” Husk replied, almost skidding to a halt as he course-corrected down an entirely different hallway.

Charlie stopped upon seeing them both go in different directions, pouting slightly “Now who do we go after?”

“How about you two go after our effeminate fellow, and I’ll go after Husker?” Alastor suggested, though Vaggie raised an eyebrow.

“We’re not trying to torture them.” The bodyguard replied, to which the deer waved a hand.

“If I intended to torture either of those two, everyone would know.” Alastor replied, the radio effects of his voice becoming more sinister, but just for a moment. “No, I simply think our dear bartender needs to smile a bit more!”

“Come on Vaggie, I think I know where Angel’s running!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing her girlfriend by the arm before she could protest and starting down a different hallway.

Vaggie couldn’t help but give Charlie a smile, despite thinking the whole idea was a bit ridiculous. Still, it gave her an excuse to get Angel back for all the times the spider demon had messed with them, or done anything that pushed back his ‘progress.’ She also knew she couldn’t find it in herself to say ‘no’ to the Princess, especially when she got that determined glimmer in her eyes.

“Good luck, darlings!” Alastor called as they both ran off, before continuing his own pursuit of the bartender.

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Angel ran as fast as his legs could carry him, listening for any signs of his pursuers. All he needed to do was get to his room and barricade himself in there until Charlie forgot this whole dumb idea. However, Hell was more likely to freeze over than its Princess giving up or forgetting any of her ideas.

The spider knew his room was close, and he hadn’t seen or heard any of the purseres. Maybe that all went after Husk? A small shudder went up Angel’s spine as he looked behind him. As much as he did not want to be tickled again, the idea of the cat demon being tickled by Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor was a fate he wouldn’t wish upon anyone in the hotel.

“Oh Angel!” He was torn from his thoughts, looking forward and almost screaming as he saw The Princess and her girlfriend, waiting right in front of his door.

“Found you.” Vaggie said, grinning mischievously.

Angel attempted to turn on his heel, but couldn’t slow down enough for it to be effective. His legs got tangled in one another, and he tumbled to the floor, groaning as he did. Before he could even attempt to get up and flee, the girls were upon him, Vaggie holding his upper pair of arms over his head, while Charlie straddled his waist.

“L-Ladies please,” Angel attempted to beg, tugging his arms as best he could. “Y-You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, we know.” Vaggie said with a sly grin. “But we want to.”

Charlie immediately started skittering her figures on Angel’s stomach, making the spider snicker. Angel attempted to shove the Princess off with his lower set of arms, but anytime he tried, Charlie would ‘accidentally’ tickle a bit harder, making him lose focus.

“C-Chaahahaharlihihihihe wahahahait!”

“Awww but Angel, you look so happy right now!”

“Behehehecause yohohohou’re tihihihihckling mehehehe!”

Angel squealed as Charlie’s claws made their way to his lower set of armpits, shaking his head. In his attempts to plead with the Princess, he didn’t notice until it was too late that Vaggie had changed her position, pinning his upper arms with her legs, soon feeling her fingers on his ribs.

“EEP! NohhoohoHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHerehehehe!” Angel shrieked, his face turning a light pink shade.

“Hey, Angel, do you have more or less ribs as a spider?” Vaggie asked, ignoring his pleas. “Guess I need to double check.”

“Dohohohon’t YOHOHOOHHOU DAHAHAHRE, Vahahahahagina!”

The pornstar felt Vaggie stop tickling him for a moment, making him realize he had just dug his own second grave. Any begging he could have done was soon cut off by the feeling of the hotel guard’s fingers slowly and torturously dragging over his ribs, followed shortly by her counting.

“SHIHIHIHIT SIHIHIHHIT IHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHRRY!” Angel cried out, kicking his legs as the girls continued tickling him.

“Two… three… Fiv- Wait, that’s not right.” The spider could practically hear the smirk in Vaggie’s voice “Can you hold still? I’m trying to count.”

“IHIHIHIHI CAHHAHAAN’T!” Angel whined

“Aww, sure you can Angel!” Charlie said encouragingly. “I’ll even go slower so you can focus!”

At that, Angel felt Charlie’s tactic switch from scribbling on his lower armpits, and a finger on each one just slowly start circling around the hollows, driving him up a wall. It tickled just enough to get him giggling, but also left him wanting more. The spider was starting to get the suspicion that somehow, someway, the girlfriends had gotten Cherri Bomb to tell them exactly how to destroy him.

“Five… six… Huh, you’re actually doing a good job.” Vaggie said as she tickled between his ribs “Guess the redemption work is paying off.”

“Well, he hasn’t asked us to stop.” Charlie pointed out, making Angel’s face turn an even darker shade of pink. “Maybe he’s enjoying this~?”

Fuck, despite how kind Charlie was, she was absolutely fucking evil when it came to tickling.

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Alastor hummed as he casually walked the direction Husk went. Sure, the Radio Demon could simply summon the bartender to him, but where was the fun in that? If there was one thing he loved more than the act of killing, it was the thrill of the chase. The fear and desperation in people’s eyes, the absolute panic that washed over as they were cornered, before he descended upon them.

An expression he’d like to see on that obnoxious, pompous, piece of shit television one day.

It was an expression he had seen Husker make many times over their years knowing each other. Though, often that was because the cat had done something to make the deer angry. Now? Now, Alastor would be seeing the hotel’s dear bartender making that expression for an entirely different reason.

It was one of the reasons he suggested to be the one to go after Husk. Not just due to their longer time knowing each other, but because the Radio Demon was already aware of what would cause the cat to break from his usual grumpy demeanor. Surely, people would assume Alastor of all people would think tickling was a waste of time, but oh, how he enjoyed it.

Spending time with both Husk and Niffty, he had learned a few things. Specifically, the maid wasn’t at all ticklish, whereas the bartender was entirely too ticklish for his own good. If nothing else, Alastor was known for dealing in extremes.

“Ah, there you are!” Alastor exclaimed, seeing Husk had run himself into a corner, the cat quickly turning to look at him.

“Shit, fuck, dammit!” A string of expletives left the bartender’s mouth as he tried to look for a way to escape. Any hopes of that were cut off by the shadows that followed the Radio Demon pinned the cat to the wall. “Look, boss, t-this whole thing is ridiculous.”

“Oh, on the contrary, Husker, I think this will be quite enjoyable!” Alastor said, looking the bartender over. So many good places to start, and each eliciting a different reaction from Husk.

Husk, meanwhile, tried to free himself. If he hadn’t known any better, the cat would have assumed Alastor somehow planned all of this. Which, he really couldn’t put past the deer, but planning for Nift to tickle Angel, leading to this whole thing? That was the type of planning not even the Radio Demon could come up with.

Mostly because no one could really ‘plan’ for anything with it came to the hotel maid.

“I recall this,” Alastor began, the claws on his right hand gently wiggling on Husk’s chin. “Being a wonderful place to start.”

The reaction was instant, the cat’s fur quickly puffing up slightly as he bit his lip. He wasn’t going to give the bastard the satisfaction, not if he could help it. Of course, he had tried, and failed, in the past, but that didn’t mean he was just going to give in to the Radio Demon’s antics.

“Still trying that tactic, are we?” The deer hummed in amusement, moving his other hand to Husk’s side. “I never understand why you must make things so difficult!”

A few snickers came out, but the bartender was determined, trying to squirm away from Alastor’s hands. Said hands simply followed where the cat moved. Now, Alastor could use his powers to tickle multiple spots at once, but that was something reserved for those who pissed him off enough to face his wrath, but not enough to where he’d be satisfied by killing them.

“You know, Husker,” Alastor said casually, like he wasn’t tickling the demon before him. “When we were filming that ridiculous commercial for the hotel, I had half a mind to have our darling Niffty tickle you, just off-camera, so you’d be smiling!”

“Bihihihihite me!” Husk replied, doing his best to glare at the Overlord.

“A poor choice of words, considering who you’re talking to.” The Radio Demon chuckled, now slowly moving his left hand toward the bartender’s side. “You should really think before you speak.”

Husk tried to growl at Alastor, but it was cut off by the ticklish feeling on his side. More snickers gave way, the cat demon’s lips forming a wobbly smile despite his best efforts. He felt the deer’s right hand move from his chin and start poking his ribs, making the bartender snort a bit. He knew the deer was messing with him, taking his time before going right for Husk’s death spot.

“I never tire of counting your ribs, Husker.” Alastor mused. “Afterall, I need to make sure you’re all together!”

“Yohohohohou cohohohohocky bahahahastard!” Husk retorted.

Alastor tsked, and the cat felt himself start to panic as the Overlord’s hands went toward his stomach. “Always with the fowl language, that should be reserved for birds!”

If Husk could groan, he would. Of course Alastor had to get one of his stupid ‘jokes’ in while the bartender couldn’t just walk out of the room. Though, the puns did help whenever the Radio Demon wanted Angel Dust to leave him alone. He didn’t know what was worse, the Overlord’s love of ‘dad jokes’, or his insatiable sadistic streak.

“Wohohohuld yoohohhou stohohohp- FUHUUHUHUHCK!” Husk exclaimed as Alastor scratched and clawed at his stomach. The first of the bartender’s worst spots.

Once he was sure Husk couldn’t escape, Alastor snapped his fingers, causing the shadows to let him go as the bartender slid to the floor, still trying to run away from the Radio Demon’s fingers. The deer poked and prodded, even circling a finger slowly around where the cat’s belly button would be.

“Don’t cats enjoy having their stomachs petted?” Alastor teased, a small laugh track coming from him.

“THAHAHAT’S dohohohohohgs yohohoHOHOHO PRIHIHIHICK!”

“Ah, forgive me.” Alastor said, not at all sounding apologetic “I was never a ‘dog’ person. Cats are much more amusing!”

“Thhihihihihis IHIHIHISN’T AMUHuhuhuhuhumsing!”

“You’re entitled to your opinion, but you wouldn’t be laughing if it wasn’t!”

Husk was going to kill him. Okay, no, he wasn’t that stupid or reckless, but he was going to make sure the Radio Demon paid for this. However, Husk’s plans of revenge were cut off by the feeling of two of Alastor’s tendrils stroking his wings, causing the bartender to scream with laughter.

“You know, I think Niffty needs to brush your wings soon, when was the last time she did that?” Alastor asked, despite knowing Husk wouldn’t be able to answer.

Despite both Angel and Husk being tickled out of their minds, they both hated to admit they were having fun. Maybe Charlie’s idea wasn’t so dumb.

#hazbin hotel tickle #tickle fic #tickle #lee!angeldust #lee!husk #ler!vaggie #ler!charlie #ler!alastor #a LOT of ya'll wanted part 2 so here you go #will there be a part 3? probably. Angel and Husk need their revenge #sorry it cuts off weirdly I wanted to finish this before I disappear for a week to spend time with my bf

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ato-catto · 11 months

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can I get more piccolo x reader I love him so so sm

Of course! Sorry this took so long ...

Here's a little one shot I had been saving.

Piccolo eyed you with palpable annoyance. Your form had been off all day and your technique sloppy. Your mind was clearly elsewhere and otherwise engaged- not that you would ever admit it.

He stopped mid spar and shook his head in dissapointment, folding his burly arms over his chest. "You aren't thinking before you strike." He grunted, his dark pupils investigating you from head to toe.

You felt slightly offended- but he was right. You weren't thinking out your attacks whatsoever. Your mind was.... otherwise engaged.

See, since become a Z fighter (and therefore Piccolo's pupil), you had gotten to spend more time with him than you ever had before in your entire life. And the longer you spent with him, the more you couldn't seem to breathe the same air as him. Your heart would pound when he touched you during spars, and your brain felt dizzy whenever you finally did get a hit, and he bared those pearly white fangs in determination and pain.

Safe to say, you had developed a crush on your mentor. And now whenever he was near you, you couldn't think straight at ALL.

Piccolo grunted, turning away from you. "If you're going to be like this then quit wasting my time. Go home and sort out whatever going on in your head and come back to me with a clear mind. Got it!?"

"Sorry, Master Piccolo." You sigh, pushing hair out of your eyes. "I just.. I have alot on my mind."

Yeah, you did. Him.

He looked at you with sceptical eyes and folded his arms across his impressive chest. He wasn't exactly buying your weak excuse. "Nice try, but I've seen you be less sloppy the day before a big interview. It's either something really big or you're just plain lazy today."

Ouch. "No, I swear. I'm just sidetracked today." Your ears began to get hot, so you turned away.

He sighed and scrunched up his nose, and looked at you tiredly. He had been picking up on your cues and basic body language all day. "Are you uncomfortable around me? Is that it?"

You blinked. WAAA? H-how did he? No- surely he hadn't picked up on your feelings?

"No." You said, smoothing back your hair and looking out into the open sky. "Not at all. I like being around you."

"If you like someone enough it gets uncomfortable. I may not be human but I know what infatuation looks like." He wasn't making eye contact, and that was making this situation so much worse.

Taking a few steps back, you looked at his towering form with your heart in your throat. Was it really that obvious? "I'm sorry, Piccolo. I.. " You began winding up for a lengthy friendship saving explanation, but he silenced you by turning to face you.

"It's natural." He said, his voice surprisingly monotone. "If anything, it's just an obstacle to furthering your strength and power."

You lowered your head. "I'm sorry-"

He grunted and smirked. "Don't be. I can use that silly human emotion as motivation for you, and help you excel even further, instead."

You blinked, and stared at him. The mischievous look in his eyes was almost scary. "What do you mean?"

"Land 5 hits, you get a kiss. Land 10, I'll go out with you wherever you want. A date, I think humans call it."

Your jaw hit the floor. That devious little-

"Alright. Okay." You breathed, straightening up and sinking into your fighting stance. You were more determined than ever now. You at least wanted a little kiss - you had been dreaming about it for weeks now.

Piccolo grinned menacingly and put up a guard, watching you as you renewed you energy and focus into pummelling him with hard hits.

It took you almost 15 minutes, and you were dripping with sweat, but soon you had counted five blows. You skidded back, panting. "There! Five! You owe me, Piccolo!"

He chuckled and wiped purple blood from his lip. "I suppose I do."

As he approached, his bravado seemed to drop as his ears flushed a lilac tone. His dark pupils softened as he gently and slowly tilted your chin up with his fingers. You watched him swallow, and you could've sworn it was just your hammering heart you could hear.

He slowly brought his face to yours, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It had the metallic tang of blood mixed in it.

You were caught off guard a few seconds later when Piccolo totally lost control, throwing the wall he had built around himself aside and giving in to the feelings he himself had been feeling for months. He grunted softly and laced a hand into your hair, probing your mouth with his devious purple tongue, making you gasp and whine in surprise. Past the taste of blood, his saliva tasted sweet, and his lips were soft.

Your body felt like it was vibrating, his energy coursing into you, around your nerves and back to your lips and into him. You gripped at his gi, trying to kiss back with a matched energy, but he was overpowering you, his fangs nipping at your bottom lip and making you wince in delicious pain.

Piccolo pulled away, panting, his bottom lip wet with your saliva. "Th-there." He grunted. "You got your kiss. Now get back up. I'm not done with you."

You got into your stance again, your knees weak and eyes hazy. "I'm going for 10 this time." You muttered.

He pursed his lips, his cheeks and ears a deep purple. "You better."

#piccolo x reader #piccoloxreader #piccolo #dbz #fluff #thanks for the request!

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izzystradliniscute · 4 months

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URL Song Game (Is that what its called?)

I tried...I tried...Like all the time, when trying to think of songs, my brain went missing. I think I left my brain at school. Oh well.

I= If U Seek Amy (Britney Spears)

Z= Ziggy Stardust (David Bowie)

Z= Zorros Ascent (Alice Cooper)

Y= You're Crazy (Guns N Roses)

S= Sweet Child O Mine (Guns N Roses) (I really tried...)

T= Thank You For Loving Me (Bon Jovi)

R= Runaway= (Bon Jovi)

A= And Justice For All (Metallica)

D= Don't You Forget About Me (Simple Minds)

L= Live Wire (Motley Crue)

I= I'm Not Okay (My Chemical Romance)

N= Na Na Na (My Chemical Romance)

I= I Remember You (Skid Row)

S= Sweet Caress (OUR SWEET BABY IZZY STRADLIN!!!)

C= Cruel Summer (Bananarama)

U= Under Pressure (QUEEN AND DAVID BOWIE OMG!)

T= The Reflex (Duran Duran)

E= Everybody (Backstreet Boys)

@greeneyezblackheart @valupuyhol @prettypersuasion @jakelinestradlin @izzystradliniscute @izzystradlindoesitforme @izzydeanstradlin @izzystradlinslvrr @popcorn-adler @guns-n-jovi @guns-n-roses-gal @rocknrollflames

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teenandbeyond · 2 years

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Piccolo x Artist.Reader II

This is part two since it was asked for, like, a while ago (Quotev) :) I've had to stop and continue it so many times, I kind of just changed the ending I had planned xD

Here is Part 1

Also! Check out some more of my content on my master list! -> Here.

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Art Class (DBZ or Dragon Ball Z)

Warnings: Fluff

You've managed to gain the accomplishment of conversing with Piccolo, but...does he think of you as a friend? Deciding to brush away your worries, you play teacher and show him something new.

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"VEGETA!" Bulma ran into the living room after the house shook.

"WHAT?!"

Her eyes widened as she let out a growl, "WHY IS THERE A HOLE IN MY CEILING?!"

You laughed nervously, trying to escape from the house.

Her sharp gaze snapped over to you, "[Name]. What do you know?"

You tried to grin confidently, but by her look, you knew you were failing. You looked around, pretending there wasn't a massive beam of sunlight in the middle of the floor, "Hm? Know what?"

"[Name] [Last Name]-!"

"Fine! Fine! I kicked Vegeta into the ceiling--"

His lip curled up, "--You did not! I would not be hit so easily! I am the Pr-"

You sighed, "Prince of all Saiyans...the whole world knows by now. But getting kicked by me doesn't mean that you aren't still a capable prince--"

"I-"

Bulma cut him off with laughter, pointing to the hole, "It's obvious Vegeta--I can't believe you kicked him away!"

Your face warmed in embarrassment as you glanced at the Vegeta-shaped hole.

His face turned a little pink, "I refuse to be a part of this!"

Bulma settled down as he stormed off, "So, why'd you-why'd you kick him?"

You pouted, "He snatched my artbook and made me chase him--he looked through it. Nobody looks through it."

"Except Piccolo," she smirked, "But it's probably full of him anyway--"

"Shut up! It's not like that--Anyway, that's why I kicked him."

Bulma noticed your bag next to the door, "You leaving off somewhere?"

"Yeah...Piccolo."

She snickered, "Well have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"There's not a lot of things you wouldn't do," you deadpanned.

She smiled before tossing her head back to look at the Vegeta hole with a sigh, "I'll have to call the roofing guys today..."

She tapped her chin, "Or you can use your art skills to help me out--[Name]'s gone."

Indeed you were, where you once were was now an empty space. Through the gaping hole, she saw you fly past.

"[Name]. What am I going to do with you?"

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"Woah--Woah! Woah!" your feet skid to a stop in the grass, "I came in faster than I thought!"

"Dork."

Your head snapped up, eyes meeting sharp ones.

Piccolo. He laid back in the grass.

"Hey! Sorry, I was hurrying away. Made a Vegeta-hole."

His eyebrow ridges furrowed, "W-?"

"Long story," you waved off, moving closer and plopping next to him.

"I can imagine," he closed his eyes, sighing out a breath.

You grabbed your sketchbook out of your bag, enjoying the comfortable silence.

You glanced over at his relaxed expression.

I know I've spent all this time with Piccolo...but...are we considered friends. Or is he just not saying anything because he feels obligated to spend time with me?

You aimlessly doodled something.

Am I bothering him? Should I--I need to do something...

"What's...bothering you?"

You turned to him, "Hm?"

"You were sighing...and you look like someone just told you you can't draw for a week."

You sucked in a breath, "Hey, want to paint? I've got watercolor."

"...I've...never painted before."

You grinned, "I can teach you."

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"Go slower, your hands are big."

"Mm."

The two of you sat across from each other, painting what you chose.

"It's not my fault these paintbrushes were made for humans," his eyes narrowed at the canvas.

"What are you making?"

"Well, I'm trying to make flowers, but I don't think I'm getting the hang of this."

"Hm, I can help you," you moved, scooting over to him, "Ah, I see you're having a problem with the consistency, that and how to make one. Here, I'll show you, what color?"

He looked at you for a moment, before passing over the brush.

"Um...purple."

You showed him exactly what to do after he explained what he wanted it to look like and painted an example flower.

"There. Simple enough," you grinned.

"For an artist, maybe."

"That sass, is unnecessary, Piccolo."

"What are you painting?"

"Those mountains over there," you jutted your thumb behind you.

His eyes bulged at the very detailed mountains, "You--you're gonna paint that?"

"Mhm."

"Huh. I've underestimated your skill, I suppose."

"Majorly," you chuckled.

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After a while, you completed and decided to share your works.

"Wow...You're great at painting, [Name]."

You grinned at the praise, "Thank you--"

"But seriously, what's up with you?"

"I-Huh?"

"You only paint big landscapes like that when you're sad, something's eating at you. What is it?"

You...you didn't realize he knew you that well.

"I..."

Should you tell him?

You looked into his eyes, they were firm yet...concerned...all at once.

"Are we friends?" you broke eye contact, the green of his skin switching to the green of blades.

"What?"

You knew it.

"I'm sorry...I guess...I thought that we were becoming friends--So I--But I wasn't--!"

Piccolo began to snicker.

"Well, you don't have to laugh at me!"

He held his hand in front of him as his snickers became laughter, "I-I'm not laughing b-ecause of that."

"Then...why?"

He settled, "It's just amusing that you were that worried...when I've already thought we were friends for a while."

Your eyes slowly glided over to his, "Really?"

"Yeah. Gohan told me we do things that...friends do. That's what we are, right?" His cheeks dusted purple as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Your own face got warm, "I--Yeah! Definitely..."

But...for some strange reason, neither of you felt satisfied by the title...

#piccolo #dragon ball z #dragon ball #piccolo x reader #fluff #dbz x reader #dbz fluff #piccolo dbz #anime #cute #dbz anime

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siphersaysstuff · 1 month

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WIKI TOYPICS UPDATE: TFCON HAUL

Went to TFcon Anaheim, and walked out with a few choice pieces I'd been after at nice prices. And I decided to go ahead and pic them up for to add to @tfwiki.

The "big" one is one I didn't even buy, just took pics of, shown up top: the red-face/silver-weapons variant of the European-market exclusive "Rescue Force" claw-tank from 1992. I had the silver-face/red-weapon version (and I re-took pics of it so adding the variant blended better), and finally getting the chance to have the variants on at least one Rescue Force toy up on the wiki just feels good.

I've decided I want the Throttlebots back, but only if they're cheap. Freeway here was nicely cheap.

Adventure Scorponok, the Japanese release of Robots in Disguise Scorponok, was my first buy at the show, and got him for a whopping $5, which made me quite happy after a frankly terrible drive up. Lord, he's so pretty, a genuine vast improvement over the Hasbro release.

Speaking of Adventure, the last thing I got that day was the EZ Collection "Team Bumblebee VS Megatronus" pack loose. Honestly I only wanted Strongarm because Strongarm, but they were being sold as a whole set and it wasn't a bad price so hey. Once again, much improved decos, but not super-huge diffs for anyone but Strongarm.

The Japanese JUSCO-exclusive Car Robots "Original Super Indy Heat" promotional toy had slipped from my grasp a few times, but finally managed to pick him up for not-expensive. You might know him better, and in a purple/white deco, as Skid-Z from the first Robots in Disguise series.

And finally, I picked up a trio of Japanese Rise of the Beasts promotional toys: Burning Plasma Blaster, Burning Cheetor, and Burning Chainclaw. I also got Burn, an Adventure promo Mini-Con who is also a clear-red robot-to-weapon bot, who I'd been missing for years, but he already has a wiki pic. I didn't plan on getting a whole pile of clear-red weapon bots with "Burn" in/as their names, it just turned out that way.

There were a couple other small pieces, some of which will show up later. But I figured heck, let's get these out now.

#tfwiki #transformers #rise of the beasts #robots in disguise #strongarm #autobot #decepticon #generation 1 #transformers g1 #transformers generation 1 #tfcon la #tfcon2024

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deadweightwritings · 5 months

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MARCH. TWD S4. [snippet]

TWD + Dixon!Reader [S4 Spoilers]

МАРШ - IC3PEAK

YOU CAN’T SEE THE HORIZON BEYOND THESE FENCES.

“Liar.” TWISH. The flying noise of the speared weapon. A squelching sound of an arrow meeting skin echoed on the field. The katana stayed in the Governor’s hand, never meeting Hershel’s neck. Merlot blood squirted and pooled down the Governor’s face, straight from the arrow hanging out the front of his forehead. His body sank to the ground and dropped dead.

“Dead before they hit t’ground. Jus’ how I like it.” Kit whispered to herself in the trees as she prepared to aim again.

Everyone on his side looked behind them, and there was no one to be seen. Kit likes to fuck people up from the trees. Nobody moved as their leader was just shot dead from a fucking shadow in the woods behind them. Now or never, Dixon. Flicking down the welding helmet for protection, Kit strapped her weapons in and dropped to the ground. As everyone on either side of the fence stood still, a roar of a motorcycle echoed across the field.

“Hershel! Michonne! Duck!”

Straight out of the wood shot Kit Dixon on her uncle’s motor vehicle. A machete in her hand, a belt of bombs ready to chuck, and hell of a vendetta. Hershel and Michonne hit the ground below them. Her arm flung out to bite under the mask and roll two grenades below the tanks and cars settled on that side of the fence.

BOOM.

The blast of the explosion almost knocked her off the motorcycle as she veered around, back to Rick on the other side and facing the damage in front of her. 2 of the 3 tanks are on their side or on fire, the ground is smoked to all hell. And people are dead in piles.

Michonne is already equipped with her sword, and throws a rifle to Hershel as she helps him up once the smoke clears.

“KIT!” Screams Rick, and she whirls her head to face him and sees him pointing frantically to her left and right. Two cars are coming toward her hot. Her hand finds her trusty pistol and in three shots, she shoots the two front tires out and the windshield. There’s gunfire all around her and the car to her left is taken out by her dad and Maggie. She looks beyond and finds one tank coming straight at her.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE!” Daryl’s voice splays through the field, anger and worry carrying his voice. Revving up Merle’s ride, she looked at the hole in the fence that lead to her people and her dad, whilst the other lead to Hershel and Michonne. Releasing the clutch, she swerved around the tank, the main gun pivoted to follow her movement and her heart jumped. Not a cool way to go out, Dixon. Kit started swaying in her path, making a ‘Z’ in the way she was riding toward Hershel. Kit knows a modern tank can turn 360 degrees but goes against all odds and bolts to get her people. An explosion sounds behind her, and she knows one of the towers had been knocked clean down. Huffing, she’s still cruising to victory.

Pounding of adrenaline in her veins kept her flying towards the pair surrounded by the dead she killed, skidding to a stop, she motioned for the two to climb on. Michonne refused, wanting to take care of the walker’s about to sprout up. Hershel got on the back of her motorcycle, arms around her and she sped off. Hold on, Hershel. Kit pivoted so hard she though she would have tipped them both over, she rocketed to the hole in the fence where her dad was crouched, shooting a machine gun like no one’s business. She felt a bullet ricochet off the motorcycle and peered behind her, seeing a man with a rifle and shot him point blank with a pistol. POW.

Sliding past the broken fence, she skidded to a stop, kicking up dust as Beth and Maggie got to Hershel’s side. Kit sadly let the vehicle tip to the dirt as another explosion hit a wall behind her, throwing her through the air, into the fence. CRASH.

“Kit!” Ripped through Daryl’s throat. 20 second’s pass. Dazed and confused, Kit blink’s as she tastes dirt and blood in her mouth. Half the world is blocked out by her shot down ear from childhood. She barely hears that man call and scream for her, as ringing and pops fill her senses. Kit rolls onto her back, blood running down her forehead into one of her eyes as she winced and hissed. She still saw the blue sky above. Man, I’m beat. The eyelids flicker over the stone-colored eyes and—

“Girl, you get ter yer feet right this instance! I ain’t gonna ask you twice!” The loudest fucking voice just ripped through both her ears, yes both, and Kit shot up. Merle stood over her, hands on his beltloops and sour look on his face, she was sure he was going to spit at her, looking so pathetic.

“To hell wit you if you think you can die after a stunt like that, honey!” She swore to whatever God above that he grabbed her by her shoulders and hoisted her up to her feet, ears and body buzzing. After that she found her legs stumbling for cover,

“That’s it, Kit, keep walkin’.” The world around her was made out of blurry blocks, shit shooting everywhere and almost no noise reaching her ear. Except her uncle yelling at her.

“Grab the rifle, grab a weapon, dammit girl!” Reaching for her back, she messily swung the rifle to her front, nearly losing her grip of the gun. Kit felt a weight on her shoulder, and she liked to think it was Merle guiding her dazed ass through the prison grounds. Kit shook her head multiple time, trying to see straight but it didn’t do shit. Why is Merle here? Where’s my dad? Where’s Rick? Where’s anybody?

“To your left, kid!” Whipping to that direction, her eyesight fully locked on 3 walkers charging toward her. Lining the weapon up, she fired. BANG. BANG. BANG. Those three shots nearly made her black out, Kit is so fucking exhausted. The way she moved, she told herself she practically looked like a walker. Almost made her laugh out loud.

“Good girl, Kit. You better stay alive, missy.” Those words made her blink hard, hearing her uncle’s voice say that to her, caused her to wake up. Still dragging her feet, she jogged to where the fence was—BOOM. A wave of boiling heat washed over her face, as if she wasn’t already fucked up right now. There’s fire and smoke coming out of a tank, and she sees the dirty angel wings on the back of a jacket. Now she’s running to them. She’s next to them and her dad whirls around,

“Jesus Christ, Kit!” He grabs her ashen arm and pulls her along, her feet slap against the ground because she’s so weary and everything is wishy-washy. They dodge, duck and shoot their way through until they run into Beth.

“Maggie! Have you seen her, Daryl, Kit?!”

“No, Beth, we have to go! We gotta go!” Kit slings her arm around Beth’s shoulder’s, making her duck as they bolt out of the prison and into the woods. The crunch of the leaves hit their boots, they’re not worried about being quiet, they’re worried about surviving through this war the Governor brought on. The quarry is split even further, and Kit doesn’t know if they will ever reconvene after this hell.

You better stay alive, missy.

WHO IS OUT THERE IN THE STREETS BESIDES THE COLD?

#TWD #the walking dead #rick grimes #daryl dixon #merle dixon #twd fanfiction #beth greene #maggie greene #daryl x reader #twd x teen reader

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the-arcade-doctor · 6 months

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*Z misses by a long shot and falls into the green abyss*

OH YOU PURPLE FUCKING CUNT

<Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt him. Just give him a toss in the right direction, catch.> [ AAAAAAAAA- ] [[ The suit breaks Jay's fall, skidding back to Z. ]]

#cade crew

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postpunkindustrial · 2 years

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Not exactly what I do here usually but it is on my Drive so here it is.

Destroy All Movies!!! - The complete guide to Punks on film.

Get it from my Google drive HERE

Read the Amazon description below

The most dazzlingly insane film reference book of all time, Destroy All Movies!!! is an informative, hilarious and impossibly complete guide to every appearance of a punk (or new waver!) to hit the screen in the 20th Century. This wildly comprehensive release contains A-to-Z coverage of over 1100 feature films from around the world, as well as dozens of exclusive interviews with the cast/creators of crucial titles like Repo Man, Return of the Living Dead, The Decline of Western Civilization and Valley Girl. Also examined are several hundred prime examples of straight-to-VHS slasher trash, Brooklyn skid row masterpieces, Filipino breakdancing fairytales, no-budget apocalyptic epics and movies that shouldn't even have been released, many of which have never been written about. Plus hundreds of eyeball-smashing stills and posters, many in full color! Interviewees include screen veteran punk musicians Richard Hell, Ian MacKaye of Minor Threat, Lee Ving of Fear, Exene Cervenka and John Doe of X, Keith Morris of Black Flag and Circle Jerks, Chris D. of The Flesh Eaters, Youth Brigade's Shawn Stern, Sickie Wifebeater of The Mentors, Ivan Kral of the Patti Smith Group and many others. Also featured are conversations with filmmakers Penelope Spheeris (the Decline of Western Civilization documentaries, Suburbia), Mark Lester (Class of 1984), Martha Coolidge (Valley Girl), Alex Cox (Repo Man), Lech Kowalski (D.O.A.), Allan Arkush (Rock 'n' Roll High School), Amos Poe (The Blank Generation), Susan Seidelman (Smithereens), Slava Tsukerman (Liquid Sky), Alan Sacks (Du-beat-e-o), Eric Mitchell (Underground USA), Brian Trenchard-Smith (Dead End Drive-In), Dave Markey (Desperate Teenage Lovedolls), Bruce LaBruce, and NYC transgressor Nick Zedd. Performers like Mary Woronov, Eddie Deezen, Clint Howard, Jon Gries, P.J. Soles and Dick Rude speak out, plus countless other actors and creators from the frontlines of punk's big-screen explosion. Destroy All Movies!!! nails down decades of insanity with superhuman research, vicious precision and electrically charged stills and images, and is the first and final definitive armchair roadmap to punk and new wave on celluloid. Five years in the making, this pulse-bursting monument to lowbrow cultural obsession is a must for all film fanatics, music maniacs, anti-fashion mutants, '80s nostalgists, sleazoids, cop-killers and spazzmatics!

#destroy all movies #destroy all movies!!!#film #cinema #film book #book #books #art book

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