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I’ve Been Scrolling Through Your Blog For The Last Half Hour And I Love Your Content!! 😭🖤

Hello!

Hello?

This thing on?

So sorry I didn’t respond sooner. This is the first ask I’ve gotten in a while so I forgot how to answer them!

But thank you so much for going through my blog. Some people hate spam likes. I for one love them. Nothing makes my day more than when I see one crazy maggot go through and like every Slipknot post I’ve ever made. ❤️ You made my day. I’m glad you love my content. 🥰

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Mmm. Yummy nostalgic Slipknot breakfast.

Too bad time travel hasn’t been created yet. 😩

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This is clearly in like an office or something with a regular chair.

BUT TELL ME WHY IT LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE ON A DISNEY WORLD FUCKING FAMILY RIDE

Joey

Forced to be in the front by the family

“I’m totally fucking over this trip Dad.” (He’s talking to Shawn by the way). (In which Shawn angrily replies, “I’m totally over your fucking attitude.”)

One more Disney employee tells him to, “smile he is at the most magical place on earth.” And he’s going to catch ✨ assault charges ✨

Got way to high with Sid in line to pass the time and is now gonna throw up on Space Mountain

Chris

Physically moved Joey to the front, with the rest of the families approval.

Now has to sit at the back because Joey was trying to fight him and Paul wanted to get a good family pictures at the end of the ride.

Is an adrenaline junky so he is having a great time on space mountain

Except he took to much acid with Sid while waiting in line so the ride is more intense than what he bargained for so he’s throwing up in the landscaping outside of Space Mountain (Joey’s laughing like he didn’t throw up on the ride).

Paul

Happiest motherfucker in the whole family to be at Disney World

Buys a pair of ears

Is the mediator amongst everyone so that no one is getting killed

Does it with the biggest smile on his face

BUYS EVERY PICTURE FROM EVERY RIDE WITH EVERYONE

Then hangs the pictures up in the tour bus.

Is the only one who doesn’t bitch once the entire trip. In charge of keeping moral up.

no.1,2,3 🥹

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This is so cute.

Fucking Clown saying KYS but with like a little <3 you know?

Ahhhhh I love this. And there is little rat boi!

2:30 am doodle lmao

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@custer-mp3 I thought of you immediately when I read this. <3 Go sexualize that clown!!!

my beautiful mutuals. sexualize that senior citizen immediately.

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LOVE LOVE THE CONCEPT AND THE ART!!! SOOOOO GOOOD! How long were you going to hide this talent from us??? Hmmm? You can write and draw. A talented motherfucker!

BUT ALSO

Is that a tattoo that says clown on it on Sid’s hips???? You ain’t slickkkk you can’t hide Shawn and Sid clues from me. I am a fien for that shit. 👀👀👀

Clown watching Sid do his 4th tab of acid that week

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WOAH WOAH WOAH

WAKE UP EVERYONE

NEW SID PIC JUST DROPPED

Okay but like his toes are clenched and I respect that. My toes are like that, too, when I am high. 😂

Paul (all the way to the left), Sid and Joey (all the way to the right), idk what year

Creds: I don’t own the pic but I got it off of 

@/sidasterpiece on Instagram!

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This gives the vibes of like the family of 12+ you see in Walmart and like half of their kids are responsible for the other half that are causing so much havoc in the grocery store.

Kids who would be responsible for their siblings: Paul, Jim, and Shawn.

The siblings who are actively committing crimes in the grocery store: SID FUCKING WILSON, Joey, Corey and Chris.

The siblings who look like they actively want to murder someone and stay 10 feet away from their family at all times: Craig and Mick.

Also, the answer is no. I would not watch these motherfuckers hahaha. I do not want to die.

Careful they bite

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Wowowow look at the rat.

Artist, the black and white stamp style print thing is just so cool (if it that description didn’t make sense it’s understandable as I do not know anything about art) BUT I KNOW WHEN I SEE A COOL ASS ART PIECE!!!

My favourite rat boy be STYLIN

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I also wish I could write weird sexually depraved fan fiction.

Of these weird fucks.

Sucks how the thing I'm almost done with is M rated and not fucked up, cause I really would like to post some more weird, sexually depraved fanfiction

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I want this era to come back. 😩

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CUTEEEEEEEEEEE LOOK AT VOLUME THREE COREY GOOOOOOOO.

Can you draw vol.3 subliminal verses corey

<3

I- i tried my bestu this is the first time drawing this mask

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Y'all ever seen the joker?

Because 2009 Jim is giving me serious Joker vibes. Like Joker who wants to make you a centerpiece. Like Joker who wants to keep you on leash and call you his Puddin'.

You know toxic, clinically insane, hot joker.

It's the bat. It's the slicked back hair. It's his whole demeanor that has me like 👀 "you gonna brand your name into my thigh or should I just go home disappointed again?"

He would 100% brand you with the mask still on and all. Tie you down. Probably cum on it afterwards, too. Since we have already analyzed that's how he shows possession of what's his. . .

James Root #4 1999 / 2009

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Wow I got tagged in something. A long ass time ago and I am just now cleaning out the drafts, so I thought I would finish this. AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAGGING ME I AM ALWAYS SO HAPPY WHEN MY MUTUALS GIVE ME SOME LOVING!! 

These are in order of my most favorite!!!

Drink to Forget; Forget to Live: Live to Drink: It is the routine at this point when they room together. Jim doesn't drink, and Corey drinks too much. I am so proud of this one because I think I really captured the anguish felt on the side of someone who has to watch the person that they love get torn apart by demons that they won’t let them see to help. 

Mess Me Up Beyond All Recognition: Sid had gone and gotten himself hurt during a concert being all stupid. Quiet the mistake to make when he belongs to Corey MotherFucking Taylor. Okay so this is a close one for the top spot because it is just so absolutely fucked, gruesome, and such pretty descriptions. Like sometimes I will go back and reread this and just be amazed at the detail I put into this.  

Headcanons: What They Do When You Aren’t Fine: I think that the title is self explanatory as to what it is about. I made this when I was going through a rough time myself, and I think it is just something that is super cute and heart warming. 

HAHAHAHA THAT IS ALL THE ONES THAT I HAVE OFFICALLY PUBLISHED SO I DON’T EVEN HAVE FIVE OF SLIPKNOT FICS hahaha. But y’all can go visit that google doc tagged in my pinned post to go look at some of the unofficial stories that I have sprinkled around my blog all in one place. 

And as for tagging others, me and @in-death-we-fall have all the same mutuals, bahaha, plus this was one million years ago so I don’t have anyone else to tag. ( I am embarrassed this took me as long as it did to respond to).  

thank you to @drabbles-from-the-dark-side for the tag!

rules: list your top 5 favorites of your fics, what they’re about, and why you’re proud of them, then tag some fic authors to do the same!

In no particular order

Rough Edges is the expanded Joey and Eric self harm stuff, with bonus manipulation and heartbreak. I like it cause it’s like a collage of a few different true stories, it’s off the rails, and Joey’s the bad guy but we also spend a lot of time in his head.

You are not fucking angels is Joey having a bad time at christmas and Corey being there to comfort him. I’ve been told that the vibe is miserable and I love it. It’s two chapters now with one more to go.

People Hate Me is Wednesday’s sexuality crisis following a drunk night with Joey. We love a good sexuality crisis and I happen to think I did a good job at feelings. More to come but they’re the cutest boyfriends

murderdolls-nowhere-guitar-solo.mp3 was for the chronic pain prompt from Febuwhump. Wednesday’s got chronic pain, he’s got some bullshit, him and Joey are boyfriends, and I like them <3 so I’m writing more of them as we speak

Together? is Joey stumbles into a mutual jerk off session with Sid and goes from “fine I guess, but I’m not really gonna enjoy it” to being so into it, and that’s one of my favorite dynamics

I’m tagging @ao3userglitchesaintshit @sicsidsimp666 and @murd3r0us-d0lls

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WHEN YOU SEE THAT ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE ARTISTS IN THE WORLD WAS ABLE TO CREATE SOMETHING AND THAT SOMETHING IS LIKE ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE THINGS! I AM IN FUCKING LOVE AS ALWAYS WITH YOU WORK! 

Because like step one, the concept is so fucking cool. And the execution of it is so fucking flawless. Ugh like this is to fucking die for. The like little red strands that fly from each subject is so cool and sinister. AND WE GOT ALL NINE THERE! THE AMOUNT OF EFFORT!!! FLAWLESS! 

Step two, SELF TITTLED ERA! I AM LOOKING AND I AM LOOKING LIKE A HEATHEN! MMMMMMM it’s so yummy. 

As always, love your work, and thank you so much for finding time and sharing with us all your hard work! I hope you stay safe! 

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Slipknot members pushing the knife in: Shawn, Mick, Craig, (for a sickly sweet twist, like delusional and crazy but a sweetheart, but fucking crazy) Paul. 

Slipknot members receiving the knife: Sid, Chris, Jim & Corey (need I say more??? Pain sluts). 

WILD CARD WHO WOULD DO BOTH AT THE SAME TIME BECAUSE THEY ARE FUCKING CRAZY LIKE THAT: Joey. A king, we love. 

eye contact while i slowly push it in (my knife)

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Let me warm up my thoughts. Tonight I am thinking about Mick having Sid on his boot. And some whore Chrissy hours. 

Because it is the same as any practice session. Intense, exhilarating, and exhaustive. It was expected from everyone to put everything that they had into each practice. And Mick was always someone who took that to the extreme; by the end of it he was ready to just kick it back on a couch and have an ice cold beer. 

No, he was not the problem; then again he rarely ever was. Always striving for perfection, and wanting the band to be perfect also. No, the problem was Sidney Wilson; and that was normal. 

To be expected. 

And although he knew that it was going to be the same today after practice as it was any other day, it didn’t make it any easier for him to deal with the rat. Not when the damn thing was practically hovering around him and screaming into both his ears at the same time somehow. 

Chris was sitting across the room and could see the metaphorical string snap when Sid had crawled over Mick’s lap to get to the other side of the couch for about the 18th time. And Chris did not want to witness a murder, so he left the room as he heard the growl start deep in Mick’s chest. Turning around a bit to shut the door he caught Mick’s eyes snapping wide open like they do at a concert. 

Sid was frozen in place, one knee still jammed into Mick’s thigh, because there was nothing but fear in him. He didn’t even want have to look at Mick to know that he had the stare on right now. 

Distantly Sid could recognize that he was the only one in the room right now with Mick, and that was dangerous. The thought was cut short when he was roughly shoved down onto the floor. “Urmph!” He didn’t have time to look up or say anything when he felt gritty rubber being pressed to his shaved head. He could feel a couple of the small sand like gravel falling onto his scalp and tumbling off onto the disgusting shag carpet in the studio. 

The same disgusting shag carpet that Mick’s boot was pressing his face into.

Sid whimpered. 

“Shut up.” The pressure increased and it turned from weight to heat. Made Sid’s eyes feel like there was something behind them pressing gently; he closed them tight. He should know better by now than to make any more noise; Mick was in one of those brisk moods today and he already had Sid on the ground, but the poor DJ couldn’t help himself. 

“S-Sorry.”

The pressure went up again and this time Mick twisted his boot so it pulled painfully on his hair and scalp and it made Sid whine out. The rest of his body shifting a little in discomfort, legs twitching a bit where they were slightly folded up underneath him. 

Bent at the knees.

So that his ass was propped up. 

And his chest flush to the ground. 

The gears started turning in Mick’s head. 

Oh.

Oh. 

Mick smirked and let out a breath of amusement. The things that the rat did for attention. He just wasn’t all that good at communicating with words what he needed, and so he defaulted to actions but those were not always the clearest and the easiest to understand. But Mick knew what that little scene was for. Sid knew how exhausted Mick was after practices. Sid knew just the right buttons to press to get him a rough fuck. 

And if a rough fuck fueled by hate was what Siddy boy needed, Mick could dish it out. 

Hours latter Chris thought to walk down the hall, maybe to check if he had to clean up a corpse since he hadn’t seen Sid around, but he just saw Mick in the kitchen. He opened the door slowly, as if not to disturb whatever crime scene was hiding behind the door. But as more and more was reveled through the crack in the door way, Chris couldn’t help but indulge in the image before him. 

Sid was still bent at the knees, face shoved into the disgusting carpet, pants crudely tugged down just enough for Mick to no doubt pummel Sid’s hole. The same one that cum was oozing out of. 

“Like what I left you,” the voice in his ear questioned, as Chris shouted from surprise. 

He turned around to be met with a chuckling Mick. Christ stuttered as his cheeks started to burn, “I-I was just checking. Uhm. Checkin’ in on him.” 

“Yeah, sure. I get it.” Mick said all but scoffing and rolling his eyes. “You want to test out my anger like Sid does,” Mick said in a low tone, walking towards Chris who was now frozen, eyes locked into a staring contest with Mick’s. One in which he lost and diverted his gaze to the floor. “Come on. I’m not deaf. I hear you every night,” Mick cupped Chris through his basketball shorts, y’know the ratty 2000s ones. “You are practically begging to be someone’s slut. You wouldn’t mind if it was mine, would you?” 

The question was rhetorical and Chris couldn’t answer it anyways because Mick was shoving his fingers into his mouth and hooking them to pull Chris through the door by his fucking mouth. 

“Sid’s got me all fired up and I need someone to take it out on, because, well,” a menacing chuckle, “he clearly didn’t last long enough. You can do better though, can't you Chrissy?” 

There wasn’t going to be anyone to come save poor Chrissy later.