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someonefantastic · 10 months
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if y'all make this movie about Ryan Gosling or Ken(s) and not about any of the Barbies, your barbie rights are gonna be instantly revoked
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shattereddedges · 1 year
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I feel like Taylor Swift put all of her unreleased songs into one of those little bingo cages and spun it around while laughing manically and that’s how she picked these four songs
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lee-kangin · 4 months
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that’s oliver skippinho to YOU!
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So like that WG mass posting probably won’t happen again lol
I’m not that into Wordgirl anymore
I love the show but it’s not at the forefront of my Brain atm
Zelda twilight princess is rn must finish the game lol
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sunny-cafe-official · 2 years
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irl/da culture is being a really obscure character from a really obscure source and having to draw your OWN "fan-art" annoyed (also wanna say i hope ur all doing well, mods!!)
OKAY BRO FR- I GOT SO MANY OBSCURE SOURCES MAN...
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sillyhijinks69 · 14 days
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my little headcanons on the trios pasts from ramshackle 😋
OKAY I JS WATCHED RAMSHACKLE AND I THINK THEY WAYS THE CHARACTERS ACT CAN KINDA SHOW THIER PAST IN A WAY?
GO WATCH THE PILOT BEFORE READING BTW THIS IS ACC ANAZING TRUST 🙏🙏
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okay so i feel vinnie was maybe abandoned as a kid bc of her offence to stone’s idea to sending maggot to the orphanage and the sympathy she starts to feel after skipp says maggot’s “all alone in this world, with no one to take care of him”.
speaking of skipp, i think he grew up close to his parents (probably single), who taught him decent morals and encouraged his positive look on the world. however, they possibly could’ve died from a disease or lack of food or anything. i mainly think skipp was close to his parent bc of how motherly and caring he acts, which is what a good parent would teach.
finally, i feel stone was actually born into a rich family and ran away / was kicked out bc :
it feels like he’s the least experienced with ‘street life’ (he suggested the orphanage and doesn’t seem too surprised to how horrid the parent where acting with their kids)
skin colour is similar to the other rich people
his body gestures (claps hands, eyebrow lift when he was approached by the rich lady and only waved a small flag - js quite sophisticated in general)
he was found “sopping wet from the rain” so it seems like he needed help / wasn’t used to living this lifestyle (stretching here)
i am probably wrong abt skipp and vinnie but at pretty confident abt stone!
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zqcky01 · 12 days
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PLEASE PLEASE MAKE A STONE X READER WHERE READER SPILLS THEIR FEELINGS- (I saw ur newest fanfic and jesus- IT WOULD BE SO ADORABLE TO THINK OF STONE JS GETTING ALL FLUSTERED- 🥺)
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Usually, It Doesn’t Turn Out This Way
Stone x Reader
a/n: I LOVE SEEING STONE FLUSTERED
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Pulling your knees up to chest, you stared off at the shiny black sky above. Smoke filled your nose from Stone who blew out smoke from his lips. “You’ve been quiet.” He spoke up, his gaze looking over to you. “Is everything okay—“ “I’VEBEENINLOVEWITHYOUSINCETHEDAYWE’VEMEANTANDONTKNOW HOW—“
Stone shoved his cigarette into your mouth, forcing you to shut your mouth. Stone blinked at you a moment, his cheeks completely flushed with his eyes wide. You were froze, shaking almost. “It’s 3 am. I don’t even know what you are saying right now..” He muttered as he stared at you, confused. “Are you drunk?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
You spat out the cigarette, coughing a little. “I’m not drunk, you know I don’t drink. But I just—couldn’t it keep it away from you.” You sighed, reaching out and grabbing his hands, holding his hands tightly. “Stone please understand-“ “I don’t understand. Explain.” Stone said, his cheeks turning a reddish color. But his lips formed into a smirk.
You blinked, before your face began to turn a different shade of pink. “Well—I—erm..” You began to stammer. “I’m in love with you.”
Stone nodded slowly. “Yeah I know.” He muttered as he held onto your hands tightly. “But I—wait what?” You perked up, raising an eyebrow. Before your eyes widened. “How did you know?!” You yelled, ripping your hands away from his. He frowned. “It was super obvious. We literally share a tent together and you get all flustered whenever we hold each other.” “Yeah but you also get all flustered too!”
Stone glanced away, grumbling as he himself began to grew flustered. “That’s different.” He muttered as he shook his head. “You’re always trying grab my hand.” “But you grab my hand first.” You pointed out quickly. “Can I finish speaking?” He asked as he rolled his eyes.
“My point is—it’s obvious that you’re in love with me. Now can you properly please confess your love for me?” Stone asked as he leaned back, pulling out another cigarette and lit it. You stared at him confused, titling your head to the side.
“Well—then alright.” You take a deep breath in. “I’ve been thinking about you ever since we first meant. Even when Vinnie and Skipp are talking I’m just thinking about your voice. When I got closer to you—I felt so right with you. It felt like finding a missing puzzle piece that I didn’t even know was missing. With you I feel so comfortable and confident with you, even when you’re trying to put me down i just feel so drawn to you. With everything me and you have talked about and been through it felt like fate brought us together because it knew that we would be most happy with each other rather than other people. I’m trying to say that I’ve loved you for the longest time.”
“Sorry I wasn’t listening could you repeat that?” Stone said as he looked over to you, puffing out smoke from his lips. You stayed silent.
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“So you knocked out Stone because he asked you to repeat your love confession?” Vinnie asked as she stared at the unconscious body of Stone. “We talked about knocking out people, Y/n!” Skipp sighed as he stared down at Stone, shaking his head. “Honestly, you did us a favor.”
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jayssluttywife · 6 months
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Hatred
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Summary☆ You and Jake were the most popular kids in school, but I never got along. You hated him. Soon, that would change.
Paring☆ Y/n x Jake
Warnings☆ Swearing, teasing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), kind of mean dom jake, in the begging jake was kind of sub, slightest degration, nicknames, reader is on pill, slut shaming :(
You sat next to jake in lesson ignoring whatever he said.
"y/n and jake you are partners for the project" your teacher announced.
"ughhh " you groaned
"meet me at my house, around 7pm?" jake questioned.
"whatever, I hate you" you said before walking out the ended lesson.
" if she hates me that much, ill fuck the hatred out" he muttered to himself before walking out too.
Luckily, you never heard that part and skipped away to your friends house.
You were now home from your friends house and had just woke up realising you had to revise with jake. The only thing running through your head was "i dare you to make jake hard" one of your friends had dared you to do that after you said you weren't scared of doing anything, but this was on a whole another level. You had no other option to do, so you stood up and did you hair and makeup but leaving your high shorts and low-cut shirt.
ding dong
You rang his doorbell, fascinated by the size of his mansion but kept your cool. A few seconds later a shirtless jake opened the door welcoming you in. He had sloppy eyes which showed that he had just woken up from a nap, he somehow looked cuter.
Now its flirt mode (try not to cringe)
"Hii jakee, oh my gosh you've never looked cuterr" you said whilst running a finger on his abs "there rock hard" you looked up at him flutterring your lashes.
He couldn't even speak.
"Are we not going inside" he questioned moving your hand away gently.
Jake never showed he was flustered so you weren't shocked.
He led you into his bedroom which was way neater that you thought before siting down on a chair. You took of your jacket revealing you shirt hoping jake would notice.
He came back wearing a hoodie and sat next to you with spread out legs and papers ready to work.
time skipp
You have been studying for a while now and had enough.
"Jakee can we have a break-" but you stopped to notice jake staring at your- cleavage?
This gave you the idea to bend over slightly more to expose your chest.
"So, would you like to tell me what your staring at?" you said with a smug look on your face.
Before he could speak you climbed onto his lap, your clothed cunt now on his hard dick.
"Damn your really hard, do I look that good?"
mission accomplished (Hehe)
You started grinding slow but hard unto him.
"fuck" he groaned "you know how much of a fucking slut you are" but you just giggled. He lifts you off him and you lose any tension you had between him.
"whyy" you whimpered "I hate you"
"that's exactly why we are here today" jake said.
He started coming closer to you and before you could move anymore behind you back hit the wall, he grabbed your wrists with one of his big hand and lifted them above your head.
He used his other hand to slightly pull down your shirt to reveal more of your breast.
"this is what you've been teasing me with this whole time huh, you whore"
All you could do was let out little whimpers and look down.
"now any hatred that you have in me will be fucked out until the only thing in your mind will be my name" he spoke.
You looked up at him in shock whilst letting out a nervous laugh but you realised he was being dead serious.
"J-jake i think this is too far" you said with a cracking smile, but its not like you could go anywhere as jake had you trapped in his embrace, staring directly at you.
All of a sudden he started smirking which gave you shivers "if you don't strip by the time I'm back you'll be done"
done?
Well, you weren't risking anything and as soon as he left you took of your layers of your pyjamas. You hadn't even realised that you wore your light blue lingerie under.
You were now practically laying on his bed waiting for him to come back, as if he could hear your thoughts, he entered the room, once again, shirtless.
"Get up" he ordered sticking his hand for you to hold onto him. You grabbed his hand as he suddenly push your stomach onto the cold desk making you silently moan.
Without any doubt you were soaking with arousal which made jakes job easier. He started rubbing his veiny finger along your clothed pussy.
"Ughh please touch me jake" you pleaded.
"I am y/nn" but he wasn't properly, and he knew that.
"Jakee pleasee, actually" you both knew he was soaking hard as well but he clearly loved seeing you plead instead.
He didnt hesitate and pulled down your now ruined panties and stared at your dripping pussy.
"woah"
But all you could do was whimper and sulk about him not being in you even though you have been waiting so patiently.
He quickly enters you with a sharp thrust. And wow he was hard. He didn't give you anytime to adjust. He kept a steady, speedy pace which had you clenching around him already.
"If you keep doing that ill cum already" but you couldn't help yourself, his dick fit inside you like a finger around a ring.
"Fuckk jake I'm going to cum too"
He suddenly pushes your head down onto the ice cold desk, hitting a different angle.
"Jake!" you yelled
You quickly reached you orgasm followed by him.
"Where do you want me to cum?"
You pulled out from him and kneeled down with pleading eyes and a stuck out tounge.
"fuck" he groaned
You wrapped your lips around his cock as he started thrusting into you, his sperm creaming your mouth. You swallowed every bit without hesistation.
"Youre such a fucking slut" he argued.
" im your slut"
"And i still fucking hate you." You said.
"Then were going to have to have another round."
"Sure"
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☆Thank you for readingg pookie☆
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alexies101 · 2 months
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Cuddling and Care (Fanfic)
[Thank you for the love on the last one, so grateful! 😄 comment below if you want my wattpad user, I usually post there)
Sick in bed, Hamilton continued to write until his wrists became too sore to hold a pen. He laid there, bored as can be. He didn't like being ill. He was too weak and dizzy to do the things he liked, such as writing or running.
He turned over to the door of his room, his head aching. He missed Laurens, but he's unsure of how the other felt about him. Certainly not highly, considering he takes every opportunity to avoid him. But the redhead liked him. He was tall, manly, and was the only one who could understand his Caribbean accent. Maybe one day, in his stupid heart, Laurens would pick him up and kiss him all day and night.
His eyes felt heavy, everything was spinning.
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"There's something not right."
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"Doctor, cadet Hamilton has been asleep for about three days as of now. May you offer your best help?"
"He must be taken to medical immediately."
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The soldier woke up days later, dizzy and fuzzy. He was clinging into something or someone. His eyes were blurry. He saw a face, a beautiful face. The face said something, but his ears were ringing too much to hear. He felt cold. He clung to the body.
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"Laurens, do you adore me so?"
"More than anyone, my dear boy."
In his dreams, they kissed. They held each order. Laurens wasn't angry nor depressed. It was the only time he smiled. He wanted to be with him and never let him go.
"May we get engaged?"
"Yes!"
They will get married at sunset. Their eyes would lock as their lips would fuse together. They would touch each other's faces and bodies. They would have sex. They would have decades to love each other, and nobody could ever stop them.
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It was on day ten when he was finally to know what was going on. All his friends were concerned, Washington had a stone-face, and the doctors had to keep their eyes on him 24/7. He was informed he had a severe case of Scarlet Fever. The tall body returned, looming in the shadows. He reached out for it. He saw it pause, unsure of what to do.
"May you come forth?" He asked with his arm reaching out to it.
His fever took hold, and he collapsed just as the body began to rush to him.
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Stable enough to walk, he strolled outside, the cold air getting into his clothes. It felt so nice to finally not be ill after those miserable two weeks, though he knew another bout of winter illness would come eventually.
"Hamilton."
He paused, turning his head to the voice. He saw the tall body before, and now, he could see its features. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, scars.
"Laurens! What a pleasant surprise!" The taller walked up to him, his fingers trembling. "May you walk with me?"
"Yes, of course." His strange accent made his heart skipp a beat. "I need to speak with you if you would be so kind."
"Alright then."
He looked to the sides before having an arm around him. Hamilton tried not to blush as his soul did backflips.
"Before I begin, how are you feeling?" His voice was oddly gentle.
"Oh my, thank you for asking." He wanted to punch himself for his voice crack. "I am doing swell, though still a bit lightheaded."
He felt his grasp getting tighter around him. He blushed. "May we go back to our room, then? Mustn't faint on me."
The walk was silent. Hamilton wanted to jump up and down and wrap his arms around him. He didn't see how uncomfortable and almost frightened Laurens looked. They arrived and sat on the shorter's cot. He recently got a new one because all his possessions needed to be burned.
"What do you need to discuss, Laurens?"
"Please, refer to me as John."
Hamilton blushed so deeply that the other touched his face in fear of another fever, his heart beating fast. "Um, of course, John. Refer to me as Alexander."
John touched his shoulder again. The redhead felt so happy that he became slightly lightheaded. "Alexander, do you remember when you became ill and you awoke to someone by your side?"
"Yes?"
He took a deep breath. "That was me. I saw you in medical, I carried you to the tent." He looked away, tears swelling in his eyes. "I prayed."
"I always believed you held distain for me. You never spoke to me, nor did you want to be close to me."
John looked up. Hamilton gasped when he saw the big tear rolling down his face. He glanced at the other crying before, but this was the first time he's ever cried in front of anyone.
"I'm ill in the mind, I have a plague. I.." his big hands were trembling, Alexander went to hold them but stopped himself. "...I wanted not to have feelings for the fairer sex. I have feelings for the same sex." He wiped a tear from his eye.
The other, moved by the scene, chuckled. "Then you ought to be contagious." John raised his eyebrow, his heart now beating hard as well. "Lau-, I mean John, I happen to adore both sexes, and I just happen to adore you."
There was silence. Alexander felt feverish again. Did he say too much? Would John like him now? He slumped into Laurens, feeling warm arms around him and laying his heavy head on his shoulder.
"Are you well?" He never heard him sound so worried.
"Yes....just dizzy." He got up, bashful from embarrassment and the fact that John touched him in such a way.
Laurens chuckled nervously. "Alexander, you adore me?"
He took a breath. "Yes, I adore you as though you were a woman." It felt so strange saying it aloud. "Do you-"
"Yes, oh dear God, yes!" His voice was cracking with despair and desperation. "Since I've laid eyes on you! I adore everything you do, up to the way you care for your beautiful hair down to the way you hold the pens! I love you!"
It happened so quickly. Alexander hugged him, and the other did it back. Their lips smashed together. Hamilton became dizzy. This is all he wanted for so long. His body became heavy.
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He woke up later that night, Laurens by his side. He looked miserable and frightened. He sat by him, his hands trembling.
"I thought I killed you!" He cried out as he stroked the curls that teased him for months. "You fainted!"
He sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "I'm well, I believe the excitement got to me." He blushed wildly as he stroked Laurens' scarred face. The other blushed as well.
"I'm so terribly sorry, I did not mean to harm you." His voice was gentle again. He put his hand on his pink cheek, his hand covering the entirety of it. "I would never harm you, my dear boy."
"Dear boy?" He was all smiles. "I love you."
That was the first time Laurens smiled. It was a beautiful smile of yellowish teeth and crooked teeth, a smile that lights up a dark room. "I love you as well."
John pulled him into a gentle embrace and led him to his lips. Alexander put his hands on his face to stroke his peach fuzz. They kissed. Laurens held him extra tight, just in case he fainted again. He bounced his red curls. He looked so beautiful. His long eyelashes and cheekbones looked almost like magic.
The taller pulled away, his arms still around him. "I love you."
"I love you so much." A tear ran down his face. "So much..."
His heart broke as he wiped it away with his big finger. "Mustn't cry..."
"You must be aware of this. When I was ill, I had dreams. Dreams, about you." His glance was gentle and warm. "You would hold me so tight to your skin."
"Such as this?" His heart felt hot with tenderness. Nobody had ever dreamt of him before.
He giggled, covering his mouth. "A bit closer, if you ought to know."
"Hm." He pulled his skinny body close to his stomach, Hamilton blushing from the warmth he ratied. "This?"
"Haha! Yes, yes!" He held his face in his hands. "Alas, it was you. It was always you. And now that we're together as so, it's-" the tears started again. "-a wonderful thing!"
Laurens kept smiling, rubbing his back. "It is so."
They embraced, kissed, kissed some more, and then just laid in the bed. Laurens had never felt so happy before. Love really was the key. Hamilton, at long last, finally got what he wanted.
"I love you, John." He whispered before he went to sleep. "I love you, I love you."
The other held him, protecting him from the cold. "I adore you. I cherish you." He kissed his forehead, his lips making a soft sound. "I love you, Alexander.
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mandareeboo · 7 days
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Ramshackle drabble prompt: Scrap cuddle pile?
The embers of the trash fire were slowly starting to fizzle out as they settled in for the night, Stone and Vinnie idly passing a smoke between each other while Skipp serenaded them with his mandolin.
"We should totally try for two cans of beans tomorrow," Vinnie urged, holding her hands out as if to picture it. "That's double the beans!"
"Gettin' greedy, are we?" Stone huffed out with a dry laugh.
"Hey, it could happen. We have good luck sometimes."
"Hear me out," Skipp says. "What if we got. Three cans of beans? That'd be one for each of us!"
Vinnie waved it off. "Nah. Good luck only comes in even numbers. Everyone knows that."
"Aw."
"Do you even know what even numbers are? It's not like you read."
"Shuddup." The last bit of light left the alley as the flames died out. Vinnie hopped to her feet and stretched. "Whelp, time for bed."
"Sleepover!" Skipp cried, as he was wont to do every night, grabbing and holding open the curtain that blocked their sleeping spot from the rest of the world. Built of tin, barbed wire, and some spit, it mostly kept out the rain and even the wind on occasion.
Stone groaned deep in his throat as Vinnie pulled out their one blanket. It was thin, full of patchwork and holes, an obnoxious brown color that no one could tell if it was dyed or dirt. "Can't we just-"
"Nope," she said, popping the p, as she began to bundle Stone up like a worm. "You need your blankie or you get hypothermia," Vinnie cooed with a shit-eating grin.
"I fuggin' hate you," Stone said blankly.
"Mattresses don't talk," Vinnie reminded him, laying against his bundled side. Skipp eagerly crowded in beside her so they were face to face. "Night, Skipp. Night, mattress."
"G'night," Skipp chirped.
Stone grunted.
They laid quietly in their makeshift pile for a bit, adjusting to the darkness. Ramshackle was never truly pitch black; streetlamps and the glow of all-night shops kept the world lit even as its homeless inhabitants tried to sleep.
"Guys," Skipp whispered. "I just had an idea."
"Go to sleep, Skipp," Stone grumbled.
"Mattresses don't talk," Vinnie repeated, elbowing him for good measure. "What's your idea, Skipp?"
"What if we found.... four cans of beans?"
Vinnie's eyes grew wide. "Oh shit! That'd be an even number!" She rubbed her chin. "What would we even do with four cans of beans?"
"Eat them," Skipp supplied.
"Well, yeah, but that's more beans than we've ever had before! Can we even eat that many?"
"We'd save it," Stone decided. "Have the rest fer breakfast."
"Oh, man, breakfast," Vinnie drew the word out with delight, too enamored to remind him not to speak. "When's the last time we had two meals in a row?"
They went back and forth like that for some time before finally they all began to nod off.
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emo-trash88 · 23 days
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RAMSHACKLE MASTERLIST
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Stone:
- Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts (Drunk Stone x Male Reader)
- Stone x M! reader
- Stone x Trans Male! Reader
- Alcohol Tastes Better Than Tears (Stone x drunk Reader)
- Is this Left or Right? (Stone x Opposite m! reader)
Skipp:
- Skipp x male! reader
- Skipp x Male! reader (confession)
- When Words Fail, Music Speaks (Skipp x Male Reader)
Vinnie:
- Vinnie x Brother! reader (THIS IS PLATONIC)
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someonefantastic · 1 year
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I hope Cordelia Chase (who is very much alive and well) is having a good day
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shattereddedges · 1 year
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the most mind boggling part of this to me is the fact that Ticketmaster chose who got presale codes, they knew how many people were going to be let in, and yet they’re apparently not prepared at all
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My original art and stuff is @lillybugdoodles If you’re interested
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anotherfloridaman · 11 months
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@saltyfryz Balam just figured out what memes are and is annoying the hell out of keligo
You dont know how mich i actually wanted to do. Bit i had to settle because i dont have mich time right now! I like how it turned out though.
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“Chicken strips…”
Kalego looks up, a bewildered expression on his face and a few questions on his toung. He opens his mouth and is promptly interrupted when Balam speaks again.
“With the mac and cheeese!” The avian then proceeds to make a… very strange noise in the back of his throat and ends with a sideways drop, falling limp on the couch next to his oldest friend. “Are… are you feeling well Schichero?”
The staff room never felt more confusing, but it was only the two of them there. Everyone else had classes, or their own office.
A cold hand touches Balam’s neck, and the other feels his forehead for a fever. Kalego grunts in more confusion as Balam looks at him and says, “Confused guard dog noises.”
Kalego stands to make hell grey tea, and when the larger moves to get up, he states “If you stand from that couch, i will consider you a threat to this school.”
The bird looks down dejectedly, and Kalego almost feels bad…
Almost.
“Sad gargoyle noises…”
Thats it.
Kalego takes his belongings, and packs away papers he needs to grade. Meanwhile Balam perches on the couch, a mantra of, “Aaron, don’t go, Aaron please don’t go…” then suddenly, as kalego reaches for the door handle, he screams “AAROOONNN!!! I LOVE YOU!”
“No, im fucking done, IM FUCKING DONE!” Balam falls silent, then erupts into a symphony of laughter, unable to play his part.
“This is BULLSHIT! Its fucking BULLSHIT!” Kalego yells, then ateps towards the couch again, this time mischief is in his eyes.
Balam rolls onto the floor, giggling and clapping his hands as the dog continues the famous rant.
“WHAT IS THIS?!” “I CANT GET UP!” “WHAT IS THIS?!” “IM STUCK!!”
The dog stalks to the kitchen, “WHAT IS MY LIFE!”
Kalego skipps a couple lines and screams, “YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!! YOUVE GOTTA DRAW THE FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND, YOUVE GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT! LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY ‘what am i willing to put up with today?’ NOT FUCKING THIS!!”
Unbeknownst to the friends, Momonoki walked in at some point and saw Balam on the floor cackling like he’d gotten away with murder and Kalego screaming at him like an untamed banshee. She backed out of the room and hoped if they got physical, the chairdemon could intervene. After all, they were the only two rank 8 demons in the whole school.
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sillyhijinks69 · 4 days
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vinnie headcanons bc my last ramshackle post was surprisingly popular
once again, i will link the pilot bc IT’S AMAZING WATCH IT NOW
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general and silly ones 😋 :
doesn’t rly give a shit abt sexuality, but does have a crush on ditch
she/her, but will accept any prns
beans r her comfort food
extremely strong - once she was able to piggy-back skipp for two days straight when he was sick
would call the streets her home and would absolutely despise being a lootbag
cares more abt her freedom then security
pierced all her piercings herself, with them getting extremely infected and the others had to eat shoes for two weeks to pay for medication. stone hasn’t fully forgiven vinnie for that
the SHITTEST short-term memory in the world, but absolutely perfect long-term
the most known among the street rats in the trio
would prefer her casual clothes over fancier clothing pieces, but still tries to look good whenever they have to wear them
takes her reputation a little too srsly at times, but is mostly a modest person
a sucker for sex humour
lives to annoy stone
also lives to protect them both
can’t walk straight for the life of her
god awful vocals 🙏
would be best at p.e. and geography if she went to school
an amazing graffiti artist - leaves her signature with a dumbass piece of chalk she found and has learnt to write small enough so the authorities don’t recognise it, however most scraps know it
speaking of writing, stone taught them to read and write, but were made sure not to question anything abt how he got the skills. vinnie thought he learnt secretly
ansgty / more srs headcanons and backstory :
grew up in an orphanage but escaped at around seven / eight y/o
respected, but feared in general, but especially in the orphanage - most were scared of her bc of her rebellious nature
was very close with one person from the orphanage who told vinnie to escape and is the reason y she has extremely strong family beliefs
always tells ppl how it is, no matter how offensive they find it, but hates when others talk abt her past.
after she was escaped the orphanage, vinnie stayed with ditch for a week or so before leaving the place due to stress and the treatment from the gang - met skipp a couple days later and haven’t separated since
the quality she hates most abt herself is how she feels selfish constantly compared to the others
is rly concerned for stone’s mental health atp
was the one who gave stone his first cigarette and regrets it deeply
she’s tried to convince stone to quit but hasn’t been able to reach him yet
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