#Knub
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omegaremix · 7 months ago
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Omega Radio for April 8, 2023; #348.
Sandrider: “Alia”
Civic: “Blood Rushes”
Torche: “It Never Began”
Still Form: “Gums”
Blacklisters: “Why Deny It?”
Tunic: “Whispering”
Godcaster: “Vivian Heck” + “Diamond’s Shining Face”
Heavy Mother: “Louie Louie”
Brain Cave: “Solo Gazebo”
Gloop: “I Never Really Knew”
Hickey: “Backseat Driver”
Fucking Lovely: “Lamp”
Slifft: “Unseen” + “The Real Unseen”
Knub: “Dark Room”
Colonial Wound: “YSL”
Space Camp: “Space Camp Intellectual Property Lawsuit”
Oozing Wound: “The Good Times (I Don’t Miss ‘Em)”
Nag: “Repulsion”
Weeping Icon: “Two Ways”
Shove: “Swing”
Desperate Living: “Gone”
Haunted Horses: “The Garden”
Pigs: “Donnybrook”
Mulva: “Futuremind”
Deluxe noise rock and garage.
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bizarrescribblez · 10 months ago
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whoopsie daisy ! *drops this intentionally*
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cryptidsdad · 1 year ago
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robert letting the kids paint his nails or something ... Cute
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straybeasty · 2 years ago
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low effort kai smith doodles
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hoodie-lum · 8 months ago
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I finally finished building one of my tiger model kits! The instructions where so bad I had to undo almost every segment of the body becuase joints kept falling apart and I had to go by pictures alone. Also the pieces are so sharp the kit legit tore up hands and punched holes in my short I used to cover said hands.
Time to build the other 2!
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pocketscribbs · 1 year ago
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and now the trio is complete
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the blue devil
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hitomisuzuya · 1 year ago
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More of Scummy Scara please? I just wanna see the process of turning his sweet and innocent s/o into a needy and sex-obsessed slut for him :((
(and if not too much, just some sweet fluffiness at the end with him praising us that we're his good slutty girl)
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Masturbation. Fingering. Corruption.
Scaramouche always has a method to this madness. He wanted you. All the time. His favorite activity during free afternoons, evenings, mornings, it didn't matter what time of the day it was, was turning you, his precious, perfect darling who always got good grades, his good girl, into his own personal slut.
His hands held your wrists pinned securely above your head. The fingers of his free hand were, tugging, pulling, and pinching your nipples. Rolling and squeezing them between the pads of his fingers.
You were letting out the sweetest, most pathetic moans for him. He wanted his plunge his fingers inside of you to feel your walls clamping starting clamp around nothing, to feel with how desperate and wet he was making you.
Scaramouche wished he had the free hand to grab his cellphone, and take a few pictures. You practically drooling, your cheeks flushed in pleasure. Your nipples had always been so sensitive. Playing with them until you twitched and whined for him was something he could never get enough of.
Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over one of the hardened knubs, slowly swirling his tongue around it. That shot jolt of pleasure straight to your swollen, throbbing clit.
"Touch me between my legs, Scara," You moaned, rubbing your thighs together.
Scaramouche smirked. You sounded like you needed it. Craved it.
You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.
"Spread your legs for me, kitten," He purred, sucking on your nipple to further tease you before pressing his knee between your legs, rubbing his knee to soak in your slick. "Let me feel how wet you are," He rubbed his knee against your cunt, groaning in blissful delight when you responded to his command so well, grinding up into his knee.
You were so eager to please him, rubbing your throbbing cunt against his knee. Eager to be the perfect slut he was training you to be. You closed your legs around his knee to better anchor it against your clit.
Letting go your wrists, Scaramouche scrambled to grab his phone off the table next to your bed. He needed to capture this moment in a video. He wanted to see the look on your face, see everything you did, how far you would go to please him.
"Touch yourself," He said, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth after he pressed record. "Show me you can't get off without my help. Be a good girl and look right at the camera the whole time."
Spreading your legs, you did as you were told, rubbing your clit, bucking your hips up into your fingers as you slipped them inside of you. "That's my good girl, my good little slut," He said, stroking his cock as he watched you jacking yourself off.
Your fingers looked so perfect, your moans sounding more pathetic and twice as perfect the more you fingered yourself, desperate to reach your sweet spot in ways that only he could. He needed you to realize that more how hard you tried, you couldn't get off without him.
"You poor thing, you want to come so badly," Scaramouche taunted, moving to get a better angle of your cunt, to see your fingers squelching in and out of you, making your slick coat your inner thighs.
Your eyes followed him, landing hungrily on his cock, like it was the only thing you wanted the most right now.
Or always.
"Yes! Yes, I do. I need it more than anything," You pleaded between broken, desperate moans of unfulfilled pleasure. "I want you more than anything. What do I have to do? I'll do anything." You body burned for him. Ached for him.
That was exactly what he wanted to hear.
"Then get up, and prove it. Get down on your knees, and drool all over my cock," Scaramouche commanded. He pointed at the floor in front of him in an inpatient manner.
And scrambled up like it was wrong to make him wait any longer.
Collapsing to your knees, you nuzzled your cheek against his pelvis, like you were grateful for the opportunity to slurp his cock into your mouth and suck on it.
He stroked your hair before forcing his cock into your willing mouth. "That's my good girl, sucking my cock into your slutty mouth so well," You moaned, flattening your tongue along his length, eager to hear more praise from him.
Gripping your hair, Scaramouche was ruthless, fucking himself into your throat. The more frantic his pace was, the more eagerly you deep throated him like your life depended on it.
You were becoming a masterpiece right before his very eyes.
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eldritch-spouse · 3 months ago
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Here he be:
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FUCK YEAH-!
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Okay, I enjoy several things your design implies.
First and foremost, he's giving me Raymond Shields vibes, from Miles Investigations 2. Though probably less charming.
Second, I love that this dude just lives in a swamp. He's like the Shrek of slimes. Nobody get in his fucking swamp unannounced or there will be bloodshed.
Third, I'm assuming Liter is related by blood to Pinter, not just because of the coloration but the tusks, and this actually goes very well together because both Liter and Pinter are gross little barbarian slimes deep down- Except one of them actually moved out the swamp and decided to conquer the world of financial intimidation. Pinter probably thinks he's better than Liter. And Liter likely thinks Pinter became a stupid little city boy- He even fashions his body to look like a non-slime!
Also, Liter insists that both Pinter and Gallon have some sort of physical deformity because their knubs won't develop into whiskers.
If Gallon is a bartender, then Liter here is the disgusting alcoholic that encouraged this. Gallon probably sees Fasma and thinks of his uncle.
Overall a pretty funky dude indeed, great job!
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plushienanami · 3 months ago
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Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere chamber, sova, Omen, and Brimstone with a gn s/o who knows about their antics and Are you trying to escape them? I say, as if I'm trying to get out of protocol (Thank you so much for reading this and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language )
Hi everyone! I know it’s been awhile and I’ve been gone so long. I took writers block to a whole new level. This last year sm has happened but to be honest I want to write again and use this as a creative outlet! I hope you enjoy, love you all 🤍
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You knew that staying in Protocol was a gamble, never knowing if you were going to come back in one piece or even alive at all. It didn’t help when one particular agent made your time in the special covert operations organization an almost living hell. Even if the fate of the world was on Protocols backs, it was time to leave while you could…or at least that is what you thought.
CHAMBER: 
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Before you even began thinking of leaving Protocol, he already knew what was going to happen. It totally wasn’t how uncomfortable he made you when he would constantly flirt with you on missions <3
He wouldn’t talk to you about the matter, actually doesn’t address it all only with small quips and remarks that make you question whether he knows your plan or not. 
Chamber isn’t Brimstone, he doesn’t have the power and control that the head leader holds. Although that doesn’t mean he is totally powerless, this man has money and status that he most certainly utilizes.
He is a shady man, a con man if you really want to put a label on it considering what he did to Fracture, manipulating and lying to get what he wants. Under protocol he doesn’t have control over you, so he would definitely let you have your “temper tantrum” before he would take any immediate reaction.
He wants you to feel as if you have the upper hand, as if you won. 
Now with you being out of Protocol and not under constant surveillance leaving in the base, he can do as he pleases. 
Opening the door to your flat, you are greeted with the familiar darkness you see everytime you return from your work shifts. Taking off your outer coat you hang it on the coat rack beside the door, taking the time to sleep off your shoes about to turn on the lights. You never consider yourself paranoid, yet the eerie feeling of not being alone began to send a chill down your spine. The room was still dark, silence filled the air as you listened for any noise that would indicate that something was there. Slowly your hand made its way to the light switch, flipping the small white knub up as the lights blasted on. To your horror the last person you wanted to see sat there in the burgundy velvet wingback chair in the living room. The slick back hair, chunky yet expensive glasses frames, that blue silky waistcoat that cost more than the rent you paid, Chamber. Vincent Fabron. “Bonsoir mon chéri. What a nice residence you have…quite old fashioned for my taste, non?” He finally spoke, his signature card in hand as he toyed around with it. “You left so suddenly, not even a goodbye? How inconsiderate considering how close we were.” He rose from his seated position in the chair, stalking forward towards your frozen stature. His eyes remained focused on yours, an unreadable emotion as he continued forth before stopping in front of you. The coy grin he wore on his face as he gazed at your fearful expression with delight. With a small snap the card disappeared from his hands, the golden tattoos lighting up as the object retreated. He stood posed, staring down at you as a wolf to a sheep. “Your little game is over chéri…let us be off.” SOVA:
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He always had been doting, trying to accommodate you and make sure that your time at Protocol is pleasant considering what all you have to go through to keep global peace.
He would start to see the hesitance in your eyes, the inner turmoil and battle you had with yourself when things would go awry (totally not around him).
As you resign filling out paperwork to Brimstone who was sad to see you go yet understood where you were coming from, Sova would come across you and Brim. He saw you walk into his office, and concerned he followed. It didn’t take him long to notice the paperwork that laid in front of you, pen in hand. 
Sova, who is always a calm and collected person doesn’t say much yet stands there with that composed expression on his face. Yet if you looked hard enough you could see the way his artificial eye glowed brighter as his jaw clenched.
He would ask to speak to you, nodding his head at Brim who didn’t expect a thing considering how highly regarded Sova is and how much of a good ally he was to him. He would have to settle this himself. 
An unsettling feeling made its way to your gut as you stood up and followed Sova out. The further you walked away from Brim and closer to the door, the more you could feel your freedom slipping from your grasps. The mechanical door slid open allowing you to make your way to Sova who stood down the hallway, a hardened look on his face. He never was this scary, kind and clingy…not like this. Standing in front of him, you looked and finally realized how much bigger he was than you. “Why are you leaving?” He asked, plain and simple. “I-...uh…” You stammered, the words you wanted to say were gone and now incomprehensible. “You do realize that if you leave, you would be in so much danger.” He spoke in a concerned manner, although at this moment you didn’t know it was a mask to cover up his ulterior motives. “If you leave, who knows what could happen to you. You wouldn’t be protected…who knows what your other self could do when omega earth realizes you are no longer with us anymore?” Desperation filled his voice as it wavered in worry. The longer you stared into his eyes, the more guilt you felt. He cares about you, worries about you and this is what you do in return? All he’s ever done was insure your safety and that’s what you’re worried about? “You’re right…I don’t know what I was thinking, thank you Sova.” 
OMEN:
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Even though he is the sweetest ever, he is still eery in his own way. Ominous. He isn’t much of a talker and if so he says stuff you can never wrap your mind around. 
He lingers around you, whichever room you're in he somehow is there, cutting his bonsai tree or knitting to remain calm. His presence is one you can’t shake yet it still is uncomfortable when you two are hardly friends.
Deciding to leave Protocol is a hassle itself, one that you most likely won’t even have the chance to do. Omen has some attachment to you and everyone seems to know that even Brim.
Most likely due to his perceptive he is, he knew of your little plan of trying to leave. He would talk with Brimstone trying to talk him into a deal or some type of way to make you stay. You keep him calm, all those voices and nightmarish images he has to live with everyday, you somehow make it bearable. 
When you arrive in Brimstone’s office requesting your resignation, somehow you cannot. Brimstone explains it has something to do with agent confidentiality or the safety, you weren’t really listening. 
Yet you’re stuck.
Standing there under Brimstone’s gaze never upset you, never made you nervous or anxious in any way. It was him who stood there, the walking shadow as he gazed upon your rigid form. Your fists clench to your side, sweat starting to form in your already clammy hands. The whole confrontation was unsettling, not only Brimstone was delivering such disheartful news, you had to endure the shadow that loomed over you. By the time the meeting was done and a final apology was uttered from Brim, he dismissed you. You walked out, form slumped as you were completely saddened by the news. As you made your way to the shared dining facility, you made yourself a cup of tea to calm your nerves down from what had happened. In the corner of your eye you could see the familiar phantom, the inescapable nightmare that you permanently stained your life.. 
BRIMSTONE: 
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You’re not making it out of the book with this one. There is no way you could even try to leave considering he is the leader of Protocol and would make up some excuse as to why you couldn’t resign from your role as an agent. 
He makes the rules and no one questions it. Why would they when all he does is look out for his fellow agents and tries to encourage them as much as he can. 
Brim is one stubborn man, one who has committed himself to protecting this earth from all the radianite crises that continue to happen. He had the chance of retiring, starting a family and settling down somewhere in those American suburbs with the perfect life. He will do anything to keep you there. To keep you under him so when this is all over you and he can finally have the life his ex colleagues always talked about.
He is dedicated and with dedication there is nowhere to run or even hide. 
Stepping into Brimstone’s office you meet the gaze of the older man and you stand in front of his desk. His demeanor changed as he sat up in his chair straightening his form and clearing his throat before he began to talk. “You know why I called you in today?” He begun, his fingers laced together as his nose crinkled with a small sniff. “No sir, I do not.” You addressed him formerly even though it wasn’t mandatory. “I heard word from the others about you possibly wanting to leave. Is that true?” Your back stiffened as you felt scrutiny under his gaze. Your mouth went dry, heart stammering in your chest the longer he continued to stare at you. “Yes sir…” A defeated tone you uttered. He shifted his position, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he turned to look back up at you. “Look kid, I can't let you do that. Considering what is all going right now, not only would it be risky for you but with what you know Protocol could be compromised. I’m sorry to deliver this kind of news to you, I know it can be stressful but that is why we're all here…why I’m here.” He stood, walking towards you to place his much larger burly hand on your shoulder. The close proximity unsettled you as silence settled in the room, his deep breaths compared to your shallow fearful ones. “When this is all over you don’t need to worry about all of this. Like I said I’m here for you…I always will be.” It was at that moment you knew your fate was sealed.
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defrogatory · 7 months ago
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tasted like one of these bad boys packed with used crayons
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i tried brie cheese for the first time today (the lady at the food pantry put it in my stuff) and well. it was weird.
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ask-prismaknight · 1 year ago
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sidia knight can we see
the knubs
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"Grew 'em myself."
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bizarrescribblez · 1 year ago
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👯‍♂️, 💘, and 💞? Give us the deets :3
AAAAAAA HI RUBY IM SO. LATE TO ANSWERING THESE OHMYGOSH 😭 I’ve had a few busy mornings so I’ve been tired and end up forgetting I had these BUT NOW I WILL FINALLY ANSWER AND TYSM FOR SENDING 🥺💗
👯‍♂️: What canon character are you most similar to?
I feel like to anybody who has watched the show this answer might be very obvious, but I feel like I’m a lot like Toki! :) ofc because of his optimistic attitude and his whimsical nature, but he also tends to say the most out of pocket shit ever and I’ve been caught by friends doing the same thing too IFJSN SO I’D SAY WE’RE VERY SIMILAR and to anybody who’s never seen him here he is!! My best friend!! We collect plushies together!!
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💘: Why would people love your ship? Why would people dislike your ship? How might it start debates?
Omg you know well people would dislike my ships because it would get in the way of their ships JDBSJSNSN THE FANDOM FIGHTS WOULD BE SO CRAZY. I think mainly with my ship with Skwisgaar that fans would be annoyed that his trait of being the “sex god” would be gone once we’re together. Same with Nathan expect fans (mainly the older ones) would be mad Nathan would be more softer/domestic like once we get together. I CAN SERIOUSLY GO OFF ABOUT IT but those are my main points. Although I think my ship with Murderface would prob have the most love since it’d give him more development @ his insecurities/how he views himself..
💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?
Omg the way these technically are all side ships/established canon ex relationships in my head but it’s too embarrasing to get into BUT. The drama factor of all of these is insane. Ofc Seth. Rolls my eyes. HE’S AN F/O but people would ship it for that good old ‘lovers to enemies to what is their deal’ type beat to it! And ofc theres dethklok minute host (the name i gave him is marc tackett in case you’re confused why i call him marc) with the drama of one sided love (the love is on his end poor guy..) and ofc theres Rikki Kixx and Twinkletits.. I just think they are cutie patooties and people would be intrigued by the mystery of our romance tbh since for Rikki he’s only in one episode and with Twinkletits there would be a lot of awkward silence in scenes with us in the same room OK IM DONE RAMBLING HERES WHAT THESE GOOBS LOOK LIKE cuz i love showing the boys off 😔
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oh yeah i feel like people would also ship me with knubbler too since I feel like we’d have a lot of side plot moments together and he helps me a lot with recording and such JFJDJD plus it makes sense since he is blonde like skwisgaar (and marc but he’s totally bleached blonde).. can i get five more of these little blonde bitches..
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cometsans67 · 3 months ago
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Makuta Gorast, Turaga Solek, Toa Mata Lewa
for Gorast i started her new theme by making her eyes two different colors, and i realized it looked like how airplanes have two different colored lights on their wings to show what direction theyre going and rolled with it, using that theme for detailing and for her staff. i used two non-lego pieces in the gorast build, if you can spot them you can have a lil kissy >3<
solek i made from wishing i still had the little jetpack piece (the axle knub had broken off!) so i put a dinky lil propellor there instead. i also really wanted to use those curved wall pieces for a robe, i think it turned out real nice!
Lew is mostly his regular mata design with some adjustments for articulation
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tparker48 · 1 year ago
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A monster party is being held at a mansion far up a hill. Mystical beast surrounded the ball room, leading to the main lobby where most of the guests resided. Gargoyles, werewolves, even vampires, all were present for the eventful evening. And there you were, standing along the corner of the lobby as you eyed the passing guests. Not many humans were brave enough to attend it, many who tried ran tail and returned to civilization.
You weren’t sure what caused them to flee, but you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. You made your way through the mansion, creatures dancing while others ate food at the entré tables. But you weren't hungry at the time, slinking your way through the crowds before resting against the walls. You pulled out your phone, sighing as your human friends filled your feed. Post scattered along the frontpage, many making bets on if you’d even survive, or worse, eaten. Typical, at least they’re acknowledging the activity.
Your battery icon appeared as its battery started to drain. You searched for an outlet, but bumped into a solid surface as you fell to the ground, a limb falling onto you as it flailed in your lap. The figure turned and looked at his nubbed shoulder, turn back to you. "My arm! My arm’s cut off!" He shouted.
You panicked as he stared at the creature, clutching at his arm as he continued. This was it, this was how you were going to end.
"Aaaah hehehe..nah im just messing with ya, it's not broken." He popped off his head and waved it in his palm. "See?" He lowered his head toward your level. "The name's Frankenstein, Frank for short. Put it there." He reaches for you with his shoulder, the knub wiggling in front of you. "Ah right.."
His arm wiggled through yours like fish, worming its way through before Frankenstein placed it back into his socket. Fixing it, he lowered toward you, picking you up by your shirt as he placed you back on your feet.
"There we go, good as new. Say, now that I think about it, I’ve never seen you around."
You opened your mouth to speak, but it shriveled as you looked away.
"Ahh, shy type, I understand. You remind me of Mummy, he always gets a little stage fright nowadays. Say, why don't meet the gang! That should get the ball rolling" he flipped his head, placing it back onto his shoulders. He hoisted you toward his torso, making his way through the hotel as the party continued.
He bumped into other creatures, fur and slimes glossing across your side before the two of you entered a clearing. Poker tables rested to the side, zombies playing cards while vampires played checkers. But Frankestein went further ahead, coming up to a booth where Drac and the others talked.
"Hey boys, sorry I'm late." He greeted them.
"About time you showed up'' Wayne said. “The misses kept ya busy?"
"Nah, more than that, I brought a new pal" he hoisted you from his arm, holding you up like a purse. "Meet this guy.."
You shyly waved toward them, they're gaze meeting yours as you looked away.
"Ah new guy. Well new guy, I hope you enjoy the party." mummy said.
"Yes. Because we got some heavy stuff to kick it up. It's time for.." Drac paused, He swished his cape to the side, bats flying from beneath before a box formed on the table. “Shrink twister."
"Ooo Shrink twister! I love this game!" Frank said. He moved closer as he sat you down on his shoulder. "I haven't played this game in ages."
"Then I think it's time to have a refresher." Drac said.
You were unsure of what to say as Drac mentions the game, his fingers snapping as the booths disappeared. Chairs moved to the walls, a wooden board forming beneath them as dots scattered around. Poles stretch from the corners as curtains draped and formed a dome around you and the gang. You were still confused, but were snapped back into the moment as Frank sat you down upon the floor.
"Alright, now that the games are set, it's time for attire" Drac snapped his fingers, the monsters' clothes evaporating before shorts replaced them. Including your own as the cool wind blew between your legs. "The rules are simple: touch the designated symbol, without touching the white space. The more you touch the white space, the more you shrink."
"Ooo I can't wait to see this one.” Invisible man said. “It took forever for you to grow back Drac."
"Don't remind me" He groaned. "And like our past traditions, we shall start with, the new guy"
You? No no, it can't be you, you haven't played this before. What if you embarrass yourself? You took a step back as you pressed into the curtain, but Frank's meaty palm pressed into you. "Stage fright huh? I remember my first time. But hey, no need to be afraid, you'll be fine."
He ushered you back toward the board, placing you at the starting line as Drac handed symbols to a gargoyle. The creature flipped the cards at a quickening speed, before finally selecting a card. "Red, brain." It said.
You gulped heavily before taking your first step, looking to the wooden floor at the many symbols before you eyed a red one further ahead. You hopped over the white space, landed on the red spot. a corner of your foot slid across as it the white space, a jolt racing through your body as half your size diminished. You flailed to catch your balance, slamming your foot down to straighten yourself.
"Well done, usually newcomers don’t make it that far." Frank congratulated. "Now it's the pros turn."
He took his step onto the starting line, the gargoyle flipping through the pile before it plucked a card. "Blue, slime" it said.
Frank plucked his head from his shoulders and leaned over the board. It hopped around the line until a red spot came into view. Hopping onto it, it rotated as he looked toward you. "Tada!"
"You call that a magic trick? That’s mere amature season." Drac siad. "THIS is how the pros do it."
The gargoyle called the colo, Drac straightened his cloak and transformed into a bat. He swirled around the board like a fly, before hovering over his spot. In a spiral dive, he detransformed as his feet touched the blue symbol, casting his cape as it brushed over frank. "Perfect." He taunted.
"Hey, watch the cape show off!" Frank said, his head wrestling with the black fabric.
The two bickered like children, but it managed to make you laugh, but remained quiet as the game continued. The others took their turn. Mummy used his ribbon to spread his body to the symbols, whereas Wayne used his flexibility to maneuver around. And you, you simply moved your legs, nearly doing a split as you leaned to a yellow square. Your clothes started to sag from your first shrinkage, your pants drooping as you hoisted them back to your waist.
"Having some clothes trouble?" Drac taunted. "It would be a shame if someone were too, interfere" he snapped his fingers as his cape appeared, its tips tilting toward you as it wisped lightly into your ear while the other poked at your body. Your stance wobbled trying to bat away the assault, your hold slipping as your toes clinged to the yellow spot. "Easy does it, you don't want to slip” Drac giggled. “But there can only be one twist KING!"
Another force added onto it, his cape moving back as you looked above. Frank's torso loom led above, arching over the two of you as it bridged to the other side. "Sorry boys, the only green spit is here, hope you don't mind."
"I do mind!" Drac wheezed..
"Don't worry it'll only take a second." Frank replied.
He moved his torso further, pressing into you and Drac. Drac compressed as the weight of the torso pressed at his back, his hold on his stance waning as the weight increased. It slowly pressed into you, your toes sliding off the spot on the board as the electric feeling returned. Your size began to diminish, your pants sagging to the floor as your underwear slipped off. You grabbed for them, your hold slipping as you flailed to regain your balance.
But it was too late. You crashed upon the white space on the board, your size shrinking until your form fit into the spot you once stood on. "Out." The gargoyle announced. You looked around at the now towering monsters, each making their move upon the board as a foot and a paw landed upon the other spots. Grunts lingered above, Drac crouching to his knees to support the tub of weight that was frank.
The two bickered as his hold waned, his foot slipping off the spot as his size diminished as well. He tried to move himself back, but lost his footing as Frank's leg rested upon his designated spot. The count's cape fell just next to you, movement lingering before a naked dracula took to the top of the cape.
"Darn it frank! Now I'm out!" Drac shouted.
"Sorry Drac, no hard feelings right?"
"Oh I'll show you no hard feelings." He replied. He looked toward you as his eyes pierced through your soul. "Come on, let's show him the consequences of sabotage." He transformed into a bat. Even at a small size, he was like a giant pterodactyl compared to you. You already came this far, why not see it through. You took a breath before you nodded at the Drac’s request.
He flapped over you, grabbing you by the shoulders as he flew toward Frank's torso. You used your feet to tap around the large figure, snagging off a button off his shorts, before snagging on one of his pockets. "Hey, that's foul play!" Frank shouted from across the board. He wiggled his torso to swat at the two of you, Drac evading them like pillars as he flew in for another go.
You eye the torso carefully, finding weak spots for Drac to charge for next. The torso shifted and bucked, Drac lowering below the legs as he orbited around it. And there you saw it, gray skin exposing themselves from the back of its pants, a bubbled crack jiggling over the edge. You pointed toward it, Drac following your finger.
"Daring new guy huh? Alright then, let's do it!" He flew in, maneuvering past the flaps of Frank's shirt as your target came into view. Arching back, he flung you forward. You clutched your arms together and penciled your legs as you entered the past Frankenstein's shorts, darting through the gray cheeks like a torpedo as you plummeted to the center of the crack.
It was dim between the bubbled mounds of flesh, muscle clinging to you like a balloon as its warmth radiated your skin. Frank’s grunts and groans muffled from outside, the mass off his crack twisting as it dragged you deeper. Muscles squeaked past your legs as the warmth increased, a puckered hole appearing from the dimmed space as it cushioned your descent. You were deeper than you expected, and more earthy too, but that wasn't gonna deter you from your objective. You spread your limbs to create a meat pocket for yourself, flesh contracting as they forced you Into a crouch. You pushed into their bombardments like a car jack, prying them just enough as the large butt plonked around.
"H-hey! You-…hehe..can't do that!"
"Oh yes he can, mess him up, new guy" Drac cheered.
You wiggled faster upon the encouragement, your body slipping as the puckered hole gummed around your back. If it weren't for your hold, you'd be jammed inside in an instant. But thankfully, you had other plans in mind. You pushed a foot along the side of the rim, digging inward as Frank rear clenched.
Gravity suddenly shifted, butterflies ringing through your stomach as it hurtled downward. A thud boomed through the mass of flesh, a pulse following before the surrounding flesh began to spasm and shrink. Time to leave, you didn't want to be caught in a second shrink. You loosened your hold as ass flesh raced toward your side. It was like swimming through an ocean of tar, the spasming muscle too thick to force, but rather maneuver as you squeezed past the sweat covered walls. Light soon appeared ahead, slitted into a slim lining as the crack contracted. You pushed your limbs in between and pulled them apart, the underwear slipping as the party came to view.
His butt shrunk faster, pinning your sides together as they diminished in size. In a firm squeeze, you were launched into the air, flailing as your body turned aimlessly. But pairs of talons caught you, wings spanning above. "That's what I'm talking about!" Drac said. Swooping past the falling torso as it crashed to the board and shrunk.
"Out." The gargoyle announced.
"Ah what?" Frank groaned. "I still got my head."
"Let's see you try and move it without your body" drac said.
"Oh please, I can move my head around with ease. See?" He wobbled in place, leaning to a red spot next him. But toppled over, shrinking along with his body. " Okay, I see your point."
Hours passed since the party started. Most of the guests had left to attend newer activities, while others hung out at the snack bar. Near the exit, you and the gang talked as you prepared to head off.
"That was an amazing game, you two really brought on the heat." Mummy said.
"The heat? No no, I simmered in this one. But the new guy, they really brought out the heat."
You blushed, rubbing at your head as you looked away. A large fist wrapped around you, hoisting you into a sleeved jacked as a stitched hand ruffled your hair. "They sure did." Frank chimed in. "To think you'd be as daring to be a butt diver. And I thought invisible man was bold"
"Hey, I heard that!"
Laughter ensued from the group, you joining in as you as you shook your head. A ring soon came from your phone, a text from the folks that came to check up on you. The party was just about over, and it was time to return back to your normal life. "Ay, what's wrong bud, you gotta leave?"
You sighed as you nodded at the question, slinking out of Frank's arm. You prepared to head out, but fingers plucked you up and brought you back. "Well then, you're not leaving without a good old send off."
"Again with the sentimentals, Frank?" Drac playfully shook his head. "What you want to post it to your blog?"
"Yes!..I-I mean..no."
"I thought so, alright alright bring it in"
Frank placed you on his shoulders before making his way back to the group. Grouping into a huddle before a gargoyle floated in front of you all. "Say, Brains"
"Brains!"
You returned home and entered your room. Resting on the bed before you scrolled through your feed. The same photos would be there, your folks sharing their moments as they filled the bottom of the page. When you made a post about the party, you were bombarded with the other’s responses, many survived that you made it out. You rolled your eyes and prepared to close the media, but a message popped up in your notifications. A photo was attached to it, you and the monsters posing at the screen as bunny ears rested above your head.
A message read below. "You're hard to find new guy, I hope you had a blast at the party, hope to catch you at the next one."
You smiled at the screen, wiping a tear from your eye as you scrolled to the post. Sharing it, other users followed as well as other monsters. Resting back along your pillow, you pondered on the luck you've had. Perhaps going to that party wasn't too bad after all.
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leighcest · 1 month ago
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repost of my chainshipping fluff since it got two likes </3 (watch me add 17 million tags) slow-burn fluffy lovey cute shit under the cut!
Through coastal towns, and coffee shops, bustling cities, and grungy motels, Adam and Lawrence found a home. They had grown so used to spending painful nights stuck in the hospital, their skin flushed as they grew closer.
Adam suspects it's Lawrence's guilt. His need to stay with Adam to make up for leaving him. That if he leaves, so will Adam.
While yes, that's a big part of it, Lawrence also finds comfort in the bubbling sensation of his lower gut. The warmth and Adam's furrowed brow, in his swear filled sentences, in his puffs of cigarette smoke. When they were originally in the hospital, Adam wouldn't leave him for a second.
(Lawrence for sure he wouldn't ever live down the confused glare Allison gave him when she entered their shared room to see Adam curled into Lawrence's side, fast asleep.)
But now Lawrence finds himself chasing Adam wherever he goes.
When they both thought it was too much to stay. They piled into the shared car and drove.
Beaches were hard for Lawrence with his leg, grungy motels bothered Adam's shoulder, but despite it, they found comfort in each other's presence.
In slow sleep-ridden breaths. In gentle whispered words. In strokes and hair in circles drawn on backs.
They found ways to make up their love for each other. Adam using gentle hands to hold up the other, while he placed his knub into the plastic prosthetic. Lawrence when he uses precise hands to care for Adam's wound.
Slowly but surely, they found also home in eachother.
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ganjamonster11 · 6 months ago
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↳ KILL THIS GUY
I know most of the stuff I’ve posted so far is literally just about Planet Pissed BUT LEAVE ME ALOOONE I’M HYPERFIXATED AND I LOVE LITERATURE
Also spoilers for Planet Piiiiiiissed :3 FREAKING READ IT IT’S SO DAMN UNDERRATED
Can I just say that chapter nine absolutely BROKE me dude, especially the part where the masked people made their appearance and started talking mad shit ? I’ve always felt so goddamn BAD for Murderface. I get he’s portrayed as a sad sack of shit in the show but honestly it pained me to see his bandmates and fanbase just constantly shit on everything he does, even when he tried to do something somewhat decent with Knubs [The Christmas Special]
And though I’ve had a bit of trouble feeling sympathy for the other Dethklok members on behalf of the Murderface hate [excluding the times where he’d accuse them of not crediting him for things he didn’t even do for the band] I felt so fuckin awful for Nathan when I read that part along with the imagery
[NOT MY ART – SOURCED FROM @papabigtoes’s PLANET PISSED, CHAPTER 9]
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LOOK AT HIM… little sad fuckin’ wet cat…
I’m glad that he’s so outright and persistent in trying to prevent Murderface from listening to the masked members but at the same time it makes me so FUCKING SADDD… in my mind the alternate ending is that the concert goes fine and Nate gets a fat NAPPP
Murderface is me irl [eyes bulge out at the MF fictive and sweats]
Is this guy Mitski? Is this guy literally Remember My Name by Mitski? [someone kill me]
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