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truefreedombelieversofficial · 2 years

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Wheezie-Brain: What Dragon Tales Taught Me About Perseveration

In about my first or so year of living in the Tampa Bay Area, I would watch Dragon Tales almost after school.

Nothing beats a nice afternoon tuning into WEDU (Channel 3, the Tampa Bay PBS Member station upon which I’d also operate my SEGA Genesis and N64 consoles) after completing homework my special ed class gave me (which was BLISSFULLY MINIMAL, even for 10-year-old me) to learn of what adventures Max and Emmy would pursue with Cassie, Ord, and conjoined twins Zak and Wheezie.

And that - indeed - leads me to Zak and Wheezie.

The green half represents both my left brain, which is the saner half. My favorite character is the purple half, and she not only represents my right brain, but also my tendency to perseverate.

Temple Grandin - one of my influential autistic icons and co-author of Developing Talents: Careers for Individuals with Asperger Syndrome and High-functioning Autism - explained my several brushes with perseveration in childhood at best, “Often the person on the spectrum hyper-focuses on favorite subjects, talking non-stop about them and missing social cues from others to stop."

In other words, perseveration is when stressors like sensory overload and difficulties transitioning to another activity fuels an autistic individual's Wheezie-brain, enabling them to unleash their banter about special interests to mostly the annoyance of others. My Zak-brain - the saner left hemisphere - would want me to stay on task or be in the present.

But my Wheezie-brain would want me to release the tension built up via ennui, tedious tasks, or sensory overload by busting into discussion about my special interests. For others, talking about special interests at excessive lengths can be annoying. But for my Wheezie-brain, she "LLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS IT!"

Perseveration had been my issue years before learning somewhat about it via relating myself to Dragon Tales. Days after disembarking the former cruise ship, Fun Ship Carnival Tropicale in September 1995, I talked to myself about Tropicana Lounge, though I wasn't aware of how audible me doing so was, before lunch in kindergarten.

My teacher caught me doing it, restrained me. She repeatedly said sternly, "NO TROPICANA LOUNGE. NO TROPICANA LOUNGE."

I fortunately didn't cry, and I would typically do once my teacher would restrain me. But I felt bad about it, wondering why before lunch wasn't the time to talk about the best part of my cruise. I didn't cry after the cruise either (I usually would after almost each vacation!), so the perseveration that rooted the "No Tropicana Lounge Incident" kept me sane, though it drove her NUTS.

1.5 years later, I was waiting at the bus stop. With me having PHYSICALLY returned to my former state of NJ from a kinda latent spring break in Florida, visiting my cousins in Thonotosassa with my late DGM and celebrating Walt Disney World's silver jubilee with my parents, my Wheezie-brain was still at Epcot.

I put it out there via talking to myself about Ellen's Energy Adventure, a revamp of Universe of Energy featuring Ellen DeGeneres and Bill Nye. (He was the reason why TV sets in the classrooms excite the peas out of me.) Again, I wasn't even aware of how loud I was.

My DGM stopped me, telling me to "Forget About Ellen." Once I boarded the small school bus, I spoke more further about neither Ellen's Energy Adventure, the rest of what I did at Walt Disney World, nor the rest of my spring break as I rode it.

Neither did I bring any of them up later that day at school to avoid another "No Tropicana Lounge Incident." On the flip-side, it broke my crying-after-a-vacation phase that would plague me as a kid.

Back to my first years in Tampa. Upon entering 5th grade as a mainstreamed autistic, I happened upon Classic Arts Showcase as well as Ovation TV. (Thank you, Time Warner Cable.)

Ovation TV pre-2010 or whereabouts was my fertilizer for my Wheezie-brain. Its contents include the 1997 performances of select Johann Sebastian Bach cantatas with the Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra under Ton Koopman; the late Sir George Martin's documentary series The Rhythm of Life; the South Bank Show episode on countertenors (which explains why Michael Chance is my favorite singer of this male singing range); and Beat Route, hosted by Squeeze's Jools Holland.

But the most potent contents that Ovation TV harbored were Howard Goodall docus. HOWARD. GOODALL. DOCUS. His Organ Works deepened my appreciation for organ music, and his singing voice was a treat to hear for this late-elementary-to-early-middle-schooler.

Goodall was one of my celebrity crushes in my tweens. At school, I would not only speak a bit like him, but also write a bit like him. (Hello, media-induced scripting!)

At Books-A-Million, I bought Phil Goulding's Classical Music: The 50 Greatest Composers and Their 1,000 Greatest Works at the tender age of 11. (Fortunately, my elementary school made Accelerated Reader and Star Assessment COMPLETELY optional at the time, so I had the freedom to read it as I pleased.)

Goulding's book - as well as the documentaries and concerts on TV - lead me to one phone call I made to one of my DUs about George Frederic Handel. My Wheezie-brain took on the reins once again. Towards the end, I lent the phone to DM, with her briefly ending the call.

She and my late DF discussed with me on how and why it was inappropriate for me to talk to him about classical music and how not everyone is interested in me talking at great length about it. They gently reprimanded me again talking to my cousins about classical music before a fishing trip.

It took me until my 20s to figure out why school wasn't the appropriate time to discuss my cruise vacation. Why talking about Ellen's Energy Adventure while waiting for the bus was a faux pas in front of my house. Why I felt bad for neither being allowed to talk to my DUs, DAs, nor my cousins about Francois Couperin.

Though I look back laughing at those moments in life and forgive my elders for annoying them with Tropicana Lounge or Handel, I learned that I was a victim of the Wheezie-brain-gone-wild, and that became what perseveration means to me and later fully comprehending it enough to get over that victim mentality.

Though I have my Wheezie-brain mostly under control, I wished my aides or coaches would've created perseverations lists as I grew up. It was an idea I conjured one day while listening to The Perfectionism Project episode, "3 Procrastination Tips That Don’t Work For Perfectionists," as I exercised via walking and circuit training.

The podcast was hosted by Sam Laura Brown, Aussie business coach, and she suggests creating a distractions list to help perfectionists curb their procrastination. She said, "This is where you create a list with all of the things you want to be distracted with as it happens. Every time I wanted to do something that wasn't what I planned to do, I would write down what it was."

Had I been a grade-schooler still living in NJ having been old (and tall) enough to experience that successor to Ellen's Energy Adventure at Epcot during a summer Walt Disney World vacay and STILL was in the perseveration phrase, I would’ve driven my teachers nuts. They would’ve said repeatedly to me, “NO GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY: COSMIC REWIND!” (Taken by yours truly, on my b-day, 6/12/2022)

Similarly, I wished my parents would've hired a life coach or a therapist who would've became one and had the coach observe and write notes on me self-talking about Tropicana Lounge or talking about Ellen's Energy Adventure while waiting for the bus. Or have the coach horn in on my conversation with cousins about Bach.

The coach would've discussed the notes she took about me perseverating with my parents, and he or she would've used it to prewrite social stories that would've explained more in depth about why I couldn't discuss with my DAs about the clarinet's role in an orchestra at times. They would include which times would've been appropriate to do that.

Or the coach would have me use the first-then system - with me doing the most tedious tasks first, then talking with them (within a time limit) about composers.

Again, the Wheezie-brain ended my tradition of post-vacation tears at 7. It also had me spend a WHOLE month in Europe (the cradle of classical music) on October 2015. For some of my autistic adult brethren, it became the basis of careers, as well as a few print-on-demand side hustles for me.

But I feel for many of my verbally autistic folks who still have Wheezie-brains running wild. Sharing my personal experiences having one myself can lead to workplace faculties and people who work with neurodiverse individuals collaborating on how to tame their Wheezie-brains and help them successfully obtain and retain their employment.

#dragon tales #wheezie #perseveration #autism acceptance #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #narrow interests #special interests #commissionsearned

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braveolpabear · 2 years

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Wheezie and Zak aka The Dreaded Dragon Duo

Wheezie the cruel Purple Dragoness and Zak the scheming Green Dragon both from the horrific planetoid Medievilonia are known olny as The Dreaded Dragon Duo because of their evil reputation of lying, cheating, stealing and manipulating their way through life. They both target mainly farm animals but in most cases they torment Sheep, Cows, Horses and Pigs including Warthogs Wild Hogs and Brown Boars because they view them as weak or vulnerable. Wheezie and Zak also bully, intimidate and even threaten Apes but mostly Orangutans and Mountain Gorillas because they see them as gullible and easy to manipulate into giving them their well-earned savings in the form of lost Dragons Treasure that was once theirs but is now property of the barnyard. Wheezie and Zak use mind-control tactics such as concocting a Hypnotic Spell to control or brainwash then exploit helpless animals like Sheep or Apes for instance to loot every farmhouse and village all over the heavenly planet Pleasure Paradise of all their hidden Dragons Treasure. The Dreaded Dragon Duo will also use the same Hypnotic Spell to control and exploit seemingly defenceless animals like Ponies and Goats to raiding various ancient ruins or lost civilizations on each island all across Pleasure Paradise to loot them of their lost relics such as The Pig Statue. They both hate Papa Bear and his guardian angel aka Jodie the thirty five-foot tall Pink Heavenly Whippet because they keep thwarting their master plans. When their said master plans fail or backfire The Dreaded Dragon Duo will come face-to-face with an angry mob of Apes, Bulls, Horses, Warthogs, Goats, Cows, Big Boars, Elephants, Ponies, Hippopotamuses, Wild Hogs, Zebras, Chickens, Giraffes and Rhinoceroses. Wheezie and Zak will start fleeing or even fly away but will get beaten up by the angry Animal Furries as punishment for their actions before being smacked over one hundred yards away into the distance with the animals bums. Regardless of their failures Wheezie and Zak will come up with elaborate, cunning more sinister plots to manipulate innocent creatures to get what they both want🐲🐉🐮🐷🐴🐔🐎🐖🐄🦧🦍🐗🦛🐘🦏🐽🪄🏰

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dayshipper · 2 years

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Which duo interactions are you most excited for in season 3?

1. Rafe & Wheezie

2. John B & Big John

3. Pope & Cleo

I actually can't decide! I really like the dynamic between Rafe and Wheezie because it seems like Rafe feels like Wheezie is on his side in a way. At least in S1, Sarah was Ward's favourite and I think Rafe found some solace in Wheezie in knowing that they were the black sheep in the family. So I'll be really interested in seeing how they play out in S3, especially considering Wheezie is catching on a bit to what is going on, emphasis on a bit. I think he has a soft spot for her to an extent. Also really excited to see how Pope and Cleo play out!! I think Cleo is just what Pope needs and vice versa. She has some qualities that are similar to Kiara but unlike Kiara, I feel like she no longer wants to live her life bouncing around from job to job and place to place. I think she might want some stability and Pope is the right person to give that to her. And as for Big John and John B, I can see why they call him BIG John. Have you seen photos of him? He's HUGE. Anyway... that'll be interesting to see their dynamic. Especially as it seems like Big John stayed away on purpose which mustn't feel great for John B but considering Ward tried to kill him, you can understand why. I can't wait for it all! I'm a keen jellybean!

#obx #john b #obx3 #outerbanks #rafe #pope #cleo #wheezie #ask

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personalized-plates · 1 month

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WHEZIE

#WHEZIE #wheezy #wheezie #ohio #kia #kia soul #vanity license plate #vanity license plates #vanity plates #vanity plate #custom license plate

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frogtablestudios · 10 months

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zak and wheezie from dragon tales

#dragontales #zak #wheezie

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unibat · 2 months

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“Let’s all go to Dragon Land!” 🐉

First piece for 2024, Dragon Tales!

Made in Sai/Csp (8 hours)

I challenged myself to draw all of the line art with the crayon tool in Sai. It was a bit tough, especially when it came to selecting a small portion of random pieces with the magic wand tool…I made it work though.

I was 10 when this show aired in 99…and now I’m 34 and I still watch it for the nostalgia. My first drawing of this was made in 2016, so I redrew it 8 years later.

I LOOOOOOOVE it!

#art #digital art #artwork #fanart #paint tool sai #cartoon #dragon tales #pbs #pbs kids #ord #Cassie DragonTales #zak and wheezie #dragontales #Emmy and Max #digitalart

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wildwheezy · 3 months

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spencer reid x fem!reader

[0.5k] summary: spencer catches you in his shirt

note: i've never written anything like this before so apologizing in advance!! just have a lil obsession with the best boy from criminal minds :)

“Is that my shirt?”

The morning sun was streaming in through the slightly parted curtains, light reflecting off the kitchen counter. You paused at the refrigerator, balancing a carton of eggs and a bottle of orange juice in your hands as you attempted to shut the fridge door with your elbow. You twisted your head, glancing back over your shoulder at your best friend sitting on the couch in the living room, then down at the black t-shirt draped over your body. It was clearly worn with a small hole in the right sleeve and a loose neckline.

“Uh, yeah.” You placed the items onto the kitchen counter then grabbed the end of the shirt where it hit your mid-thigh. You rubbed the fabric between your fingers. “I guess so.”

Spencer looked at you with questioning eyes. “How long have you had it?”

You began making your way over to the living room and leaned your stomach against the back of the couch, hands splayed on either side to balance your weight.

“I don’t know. A while. You must have left it here one night after work,” you stated, shifting your gaze to meet his brown eyes.

“Hmm.”

The corners of his mouth ticked up. He reached a hand up to mess with the hole in the sleeve, causing a shiver to run up your arm.

“What, Spence?” Heat rose to your cheeks.

“Nothing. I just don’t remember ever wearing this over here.”

You squinted your eyes. “What are you trying to imply? That I’m a liar?”

To be honest, you had no clue when or where you had gotten the shirt. Spencer always came by after a challenging case just to unwind and decompress, which often ended up with him spending the night on your couch. He was over here so much that him leaving it somewhere around here would be a plausible excuse, but he wasn’t buying it.

“I think you’re a little bit of a thief,” he said with a smirk. His hand dropped from the shirt back onto his lap.

You reached over the back of the couch and lightly hit him in the shoulder. “Hey! I am not a thief!”

He laughed, putting his hands up in defense. “You are, but it’s okay.” His eyes roamed over your body, glancing over your face, then moving down across the shirt to your exposed thighs. You shifted, causing the shirt to rise higher up on your legs. You heard his breath hitch. “You look cute.”

You felt your face warm again, cheeks turning a rosy pink. This isn’t the first time he’s made a comment like that, but there was something different in the way he said it this time. Like there was some meaning behind it.

“Thanks,” you murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I can give it back, if you want?”

He shook his head, short brown hair swaying with the movement. “No, keep it. It looks better on you anyway,” he said softly.

You cleared your throat, shifting your gaze away from his and back toward the kitchen. “So,” you drawled. “How about some breakfast?”

“Great, I’m starving.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #wheezy writes

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rafeandonlyrafe · 21 days

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obsessive love

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warnings: 18+ only!!!, smut!!!, MURDER!!!, SERIAL KILLER!RAFE, PSYCHO!RAFE but sweet with reader, best friends to lover, DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD AND STABBING, physical violence, psycho!reader as well!, romanticization/sexualization of murder?, mentions of stalking (in the past), road head, blowjob, p in v sex, semi public sex, rafe beating up your dates tehe, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (advisement to take caution and heed warnings! ty)

rafe is only half paying attention as the movie plays out on the screen. he’s far more focused on the way you’re tucked into him, squealing every time a jumpscare happens and ducking your head into his chest with a wide smile on your face.

it’s not unusual for you to get touchy with him, to cuddle in bed after a day together or hold hands when in a crowd. but lately rafe has found it difficult to not take things further. he has loved you since first grade. not had a crush on like some people like to say. no, rafe only knows deep, obsessive love for you.

it’s why you barely dated anyone high school, rafe was always there to beat your date up and make sure they didn’t reveal it was him. afterall, you’re his best friend. he just wants you to be happy. happy and with him. no one else deserves you, or can protect you the way he can, go to the extreme lengths rafe will.

rafe realized he was in deep shit when he was stalking one of your dates that he wasn’t able to get to. he dropped you off on your front porch and had the audacity to kiss you. rafe exploded the second you were inside. you found your date a bleeding and bruised pulp still on your doorstep the next morning.

“its not even that scary.” rafe chuckles, teasing you as you grip onto his forearm.

“yes it is!” you love getting scared. it’s what you often say is your worst feature. you may scream your head off at horror movies, but you’ll still drag rafe along to haunted houses come halloween and stay up late binging your favorite thrillers with a smile on your face despite the chills down your spine.

rafe forces himself to pay attention to the last couple minutes of the movie. its entertaining enough to distract him from wanting to pull you closer to him, to never let you go, to always keep you by his side where you're safe and happy.

an idea forms in rafes head as he watches the two characters finally kill the serial killer that had murdered all of their friends and tried to go after them. he watches the way they embrace, relief on their faces as they kiss, bonded together forever from the shared trauma.

rafe smiles as you ask him if he’s up for another movie, purposely navigating you to one involving an in love couple and people getting mysteriously murdered in their small town. rafe knows what he’s going to do to keep you close, to play into your fear and need for him.

“holy shit!” you grab the remote, unmuting the tv. you would apologize for using the language in front of wheezie, but she has just a bad of mouth as you do, and very little supervision now that ward is dead and rose fled with what little money she had left.

you both watch the news report on the edge of your seat, the anchor giving details on the recent murder in kildare. it’s a boy you went to school with, but haven’t spoken to since graduation. when the anchor begins to go over details of the murder, you click the tv off.

“hey!” wheezie argues, scrunching her brow as she looks at you, but you just shake your head. “you don’t need to be watching that kind of stuff, wheeze.”

you stand up to find rafe, eyes glancing around nervously, as if whoever murdered the boy could be lurking inside tanneyhill. you don’t realize that the murderer is just the man you want to see.

“rafe, oh my god!” you cry out when you round the corner to find him walking down the hallway. you fling your arms around his shoulders. he’s shocked for only a second before pulling you in, holding you by your waist as the words spill from your mouth, recounting the news to him.

“oh, that’s terrible.” he frowns, hand gliding up and down your back. “you better stay the night tonight, yeah?” he offers. it’s hours away from dark, but you certainly don’t want to venture home after hearing the news.

“yeah, if you don’t mind.” you feel your cheeks blush slightly, knowing you’ll end up sharing a bed with rafe as always.

“i never mind.” he smiles at you.

you wrap your arms around yourself as you watch the news report. the third murder in just under a month just took place last night. you lean against rafe, who presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“i can’t believe we knew all three people killed.” they weren’t particular gruesome deaths, most just a couple stabs with a sharp knife and leaving them to bleed out, there was no passion in the murder itself, no torturing or postmortem injuries.

“i know, it’s scary.” rafe is glad you can’t see the smile on his face. you already spent most nights anyways, but now you’re over more and more, only feeling safe when you have rafes arms around you. it makes it a little hard for him to slip away, but he finds the time.

“and not the fun kind of scary.” you pout. “although…” you trail off, almost like you didn’t mean to say it.

“although what?” rafe questions.

you sit up a little straighter, wiping your hands on your pants. “it’s a little exciting, isn’t it?” you admit. “that makes me sick, doesn’t it?”

rafe shakes his head, pulling away slightly to see your big innocent eyes blinking up at him as you continue to explain. “obviously it’s terrible these people are dead but… god, it’s exhilarating!” your words switch to rambling as you finally get your feelings out. “like the thrill of knowing there’s someone out there killing people, it just makes me feel so alive! as long as i don’t get killed or anyone close to me-”

“i won’t kill you.” rafe says the words to stop your rambling, not even realizing his slip up. “i won’t let you get killed.” he quickly corrects himself.

“i know.” you look rafe up and down. he can tell when your face shifts into one of sheer concentration, mind slowly piecing the puzzle together. rafe needs to do something now before it all comes together.

he could scream or yell for wheezie or… rafe leans in and presses his lips against yours, mouths molding together. you hesitate for a moment before kissing back, much to rafes relief.

“i won’t let you get killed because i love you.” rafe says, hand cupping your jaw to bring you in for another kiss.

“oh, rafe.” you coo, smooching all across his face before landing on his lips again. “i love you too!”

it’s harder now that you’re moved in. you went from spending most nights in rafes bed to making tanneyhill your home as well, cuddling and kissing every night until you’re off to sleep.

he doesn’t need to kill as much now anyways, besides he’s got most of the boys from high school who looked at you a little too hard in your shorts for gym class, or said lude things about you when you weren’t around.

you’re well and truly his, but rafe can’t help himself. he loves the way you hide in his arms when a murder happens, how you kiss him deeply and tell him you love him so much, how you’re so glad that something good came out of something terrible and that you’re together now.

rafe waits until you’re fast asleep before slipping his arm out from under you. he grabs the knife from the back of his closet before heading out. he just needs someone. to stab and maim someone. it’s been months since the serial killers last appearance, and people are starting to relax again, including you, even asking if rafe minded if you went out with your girlfriends without him.

rafe does what he needs to do. he doesn’t enjoy the act itself, but he doesn’t dislike the feeling after either. he walks back into the house, knife bloody but wiped off on the victims own clothes as to not drip all over the house as he sneaks in.

his footsteps pause when he sees you standing there, robe wrapped around your shoulders. he knows you see it. he knows you know everything.

“baby, please don’t leave me i-”

“can i come with you next time?”

“what?” your question shocks rafe, his voice raising before glancing up the stairs to make sure he didn’t wake wheezie.

“next time you kill someone. will you take me with you?” you ask, glancing at the knife, hating the rush you feel over your whole body when seeing it. it’s the last confirmation you needed for what you have been suspecting.

“i-baby, i don’t need to kill anymore. i’ll stop, it was just-”

“no.” you shake your head. “rafe, i don’t care. you can keep doing it. it’s… exciting.” you’re not ashamed this time when admitting it. you used to be worried about the murders but now you know there’s truly no need. rafe would never hurt you.

“okay.” he swallows, stepping closer, glad that you don’t turn away as you accept a kiss pressed to your lips. “okay, i’ll bring you next time.”

“shit, that was exciting!” you squeal, smiling as you turn to rafe. “seeing the life drain out of his eyes? and god, you were so hot when you stabbed him!”

“baby, you sound crazy.” rafe chuckles, easily gliding the car around the turns of the backroads, heading back towards home.

“rafe, you are a literal serial killer, i don’t think you should lecture me on sounding crazy.” you giggle, not even tired despite the late hour from all the adrenaline. “and god, you looked so hot stabbing that guy.”

you reach over and run your fingers down his forearm, remembering the way his muscles bulged and stretch when swinging the knife. your hand moves from rubbing his arm to his thigh, only pretending that your movements are innocent for a minute before you slide your hand up to his crotch, rubbing at his length, feeling it harden in his pants.

“baby-” rafe groans, eyes flicking between you, your hand, and the road in front of him illuminated by his headlights.

“just keep driving, it's okay.” you unbuckle so you can lean across the center console, lips pressing against his neck, tongue darting out to taste his skin.

you tug at the front of his sweatpants, rafe lifting his hips to assist you as the car engine roars. you grip his cock, teeth running over his jaw teasingly, never biting down as you stroke him eagerly, wanting to thank him for continuing his killing spree, for starting it for you and allowing you to take part.

“let me suck you off.” you gather your hair to one side, fucking your head until you're bent sideways. you hold rafes cock with one hand at his base while your lips sink down around the head, moaning at the familiar taste on your lips.

“fuck.” rafe swerves slightly, glad there's no one else on the road as you suck and lick at him, not caring that you're dripping spit down your chin from your movements.

“lemme pull over baby.” rafe says. he knows how much you like the excitement, the rare possibility someone could drive by, but he needs you hop0ing on his dick.

“fiiiine.” you say dramatically, going right back to sucking him off until rafe pulls on a dirt road. you work your shorts and panties off so the second the car is shifted into park, you swing your legs over to straddle rafe.

“shit, you're so wet.” rafe groans as you rub his cock through your folds.

“i told you.” you smirk at rafe. “you looked so hot killing that guy.”

you sink down before rafe can reply.

the murders shift from rafe doing them in secret to make you rely on him, to force you closer, to something you do together, you often doing the planning while rafe finishes the task with violence.

you barely get back to the car before you jump on him, needing to feel his fingertips digging into your hips while he fucks ever, even if there are still specks of blood on him.

you know you won't get caught. no one would expect the former troubled teen turned happily domesticated man, raising his little sister after his father's death with his faithful girlfriend, to be the one behind the violence.

you see no reason to stop as rafe wipes his knife clean for what feels like the hundredth time.

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cjrydel · 2 years

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Done for wheezie as part of art fight last year

#artfight #wheezie #gaming #caiden art

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incorrectdragontalesquotes · 11 months

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Cassie: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked. Zak: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right? Ord: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time. Wheezie: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy! Emmy: ...put it away.

#dragon tales #incorrect quotes #cassie #zak #ord #wheezie #emmy

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

woke up thinking about big brother rafe, toddler!wheezie, and babysitter!reader again …

rafe getting jealous when he finds out you babysit other kids. he follows you about the kitchen at tannyhill as you prepare the toddlers lunch, smiling to yourself at his clear jealousy over something so trivial.

“so that’s why you can’t watch wheezie on sunday? who— who’s kid is it? like, who’s the parent?”

“thats confidential information rafe, i’m here every other day this week why does it matter?” you giggle, slicing up baby carrots to fit a toddler sized mouth.

he leans against the countertop, pressing his lips together and lets a silence fall over you for not even a minute. “wheeze is your favourite though right?”

you turn around with an amused smile, holding back your laugh at his pettiness. “what?”

“shes your favourite, right?” he stares at you, dead serious and you lean on one hip.

“of course she is. i’m here the most, aren’t i?”

“right, right… this kid you’re babysitting on sunday, they got any older brothers?”

“rafe, c’mon.” you giggle, a little flustered but you turn back to the counter to continue preparing the food to hide this.

“look, i— i’m just lookin’ out for you, alright? what if you go over there n’there’s some creep waiting for you?” he stresses and you shake your head, warmth blossoming in your chest.

later that day — the three of you head out on rafes boat, and for a little while, out on the open water, rafe drops the big bad bully act and lets his guard down. you watch as he holds his little sister on his hip, steering the boat with the other hand. you can’t hear what he’s saying, but the two of them are giggling. it’s the first time you really see rafe fill the ‘dad’ shoes, and it makes you wonder what it would be like to have your own baby with him. the idea makes your stomach warm and heart flutter.

within the next week or so, you end up at the same party as rafe on one of your free days. it’s the first time you’ve really hung out in a social setting appropriate for people your age, and it feels almost a little weird and awkward at first. as the night goes on and the drinks flow, things get more flirty. he had a super bad day, but with you here — things felt a little better.

rafe steps away to speak to topper for a few minutes, and in that time a total creep comes out of seemingly nowhere and begins to bother you. he talks too close to your face, starts to grab at you, doesn’t take no for an answer— you’re starting to think that you can’t actually escape this, until of course, rafe comes swinging out of nowhere.

but it’s not just a one punch and he’s done, no — rafe beats him bloody, the anger issues and coke and bad day piling up on him as he continuously beats on this guy. maybe he deserves it, sure — but when the guy stops responding and rafe continues to punch and yell, panic settles in your stomach. this guy might just die.

the crowd do nothing to discourage him, drunk and cheering him on as they circle round to watch, one hundred witnesses from every angle. you call his name, but you get ignored. he grips the guys collar, malicious open mouthed grin on his face as he holds him for a moment, looking at his masterpiece.

“rafe you’re gonna kill him!” you shout, trying to be heard over the cheering. he definitely hears, because he glances up at you— the look on his face reading that he just didn’t care. “its not worth it you’ll go to jail!” you feel tears in your eyes at the thought of him not being in the house with you and wheezie anymore. wheezie.

he lifts his fist to strike a final blow, and you holler out once more. “think of wheezie!”

it’s then he freezes, blinks a couple of times — and then just like that he looks around at the scene he’s caused and shoves off onto his feet, walking away. he walks away from the party, infact — he walks all the way home.

maybe he should keep his relationship with you professional, he could have been locked up for life that night. love makes you do crazy things.

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