#PAPERTHIN PUNCH!!

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PARAPPA THE RAPPER AU: PAPETHIN PUNCH!

Hello squad! been a while hasn't it? anyways, I'm back again with another Parappa Stuff! this time though, it would be a brand new AU by the name of, PAPERTHIN PUNCH!! a fighter AU based off a fighting franchise that is very dear and close to my heart; King of fighters!

the AU is still a wip in term of story but, it will be mostly KOF events but, with slight differences in the story and the character will be replaced by hybrid of a KOF team and parappa characters.

here are the current designs I made! (bio for the character I'll share later, I'm tired now,,)

[miniscrew-anon]

HSH Febuwhump Day 1 - Touchstarved (Time)

Welp here I go - off to write a thing every day for 28 days! I hope you guys are ready for a bunch of unrelated stories probably chock full of typos and multiple tenses. I’m not giving myself any wordcount goals so how long or how short these end up are going to rely completely on my mood.

But we’re kicking this off with our favorite home owner turned babysitter.

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It was like lightning on his skin. His flesh prickled at the light touch, shivers running down his spine. He felt over exposed, like his skin was paperthin and every sensation was magnified, played onto his bare nerves. Try as he might, he couldn't hide the way her delicate fingers made him shake.

He couldn't meet her eyes when she noticed. He didn't want to see her disappointment. She'd always hated it when he didn't take care of himself.

"Oh, Link," She murmured, sad lilt in her voice. The softness of it would have taken him to his knees if he weren't sitting.

He breathed out through his nose when her hand moved from lightly touching his shoulder to a firm press against his spine. Her hand trailed up and down his back, smoothing in its motion but devastating in every other way. It made him want to sit up and melt at the same time.

"I'm fine." Time clasped his hands in his lap and stared out past the porch, watching the ways the fireflies lit up the ranch. He'd always loved sitting out here like this. He never thought he'd get to again. "I'm alright."

"I know," she answered. She shifted, sitting up on the swinging bench. Slowly, she moved to lean on him, pressing against him like the most comforting weight.

Time shivered at her touch. Too much. She's always been too much. Like a flashflood after a drought, destruction and life all at once.

He drinks it in like a man dying of thirst, happy to drown if it meant feeling her touch one more time.

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As Warriors once so tastefully put it - It’s been years since the man has gotten laid. After his divorce I imagine the only contact he’s had was strangling his enemies or punching someone in the face. So jumping back into a relationship was probably kind of rough. 

Anywho lmk what you think. I’ll probs put these on A03 at some point but idk when. not daily. I’m too lazy for that lmao.

[mintacle]

Ngl, I really don't agree with this characterization of Batman:

These are two instances in which Bruce tries to frame his actions of rejecting Jason as having been Jason's choice and not his. First of all, I don't think any version of Batman straight up condemning Jason is in character. Secondly, this is so wholy victim-blaming. No, Jason isn't deciding that he wants you to punch him and insult him, he is doing his own thing independent of you and your opinion and you are making it out to be targeted at you. That's incredibly unwoke, I can't see Batman acting like that. And finaly it's such a flimsy and paperthin excuse for not trying to communicate with one another. I believe that Batman cares about Jason and wants to be able to talk things out and reach some agreement. These versions that throw in delegations of responsibility and obstruct actually talking about the issue? I don't think Batman would act like that.

I like TFZ otherwise, but that part bothered me. I don't quite believe in canon good dad Bruce, but I believe in I'm-trying Bruce. I mean, damn, that's such a big part of his character, always trying to be good. Why the hell would that sentiment not apply to his son? Not to say Bruce doesn't fuck up majorly at times, but these two panels are someone who isn't even trying.

[altanjhungid]

Prompt #10: Heady

“Some day you’ll see it with your own eyes, when you’re old enough to drink if we’re still profitable. Every surface is polished, there’s not a speck of dirt to spy from floor to ceiling. I’ve never owned such a clean space before. In the past, I would’ve taken great joy in leaving behind muddy footprints like a barbarian charging through a fragile palace on his way to kidnap the queen after breaking through her castle’s defenses.“

“When you live on the Steppe you get used to dirt. I barely saw it. Then I came to Eorzea... The change was gradual. People look at me and they see a degree of composition, but they don’t realize how paperthin that image once was. I was trash. I ruined everything I touched.”

“I moved three times in the past few years and never got the deposit back once. Cigarette burns on the wallpaper, stains on the carpet from spilled food, holes punched through wood; taking care of things wasn’t my style. Now I buff water rings out of a wooden countertop.”

“My clothing is no longer a lie. I’ve changed; gone a little softer maybe. If I went back to the Steppe I would complain about the heat and the bugs. Straw mats, simple food--no. Never again. I don’t spend my days dreaming of violence drunk off my ass with the stink of Kumis on my breath.”

“I don’t even need my mask anymore; prison broke me of the habit. The city smells like home now. I’ve traded in the fresh scents of the wilderness for the stink of too many fucking people and I’m better for it. I’m never goin’ back. And if I ever find out you went back east and crossed the Ruby Sea to visit the land where your old man came from, I will kick your fucking teeth in.”

[freewithyourtempo]

Argue me tender, argue me true (pt.5)

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

Warning for homophobic language. 

As far as Mondays went, that had been quite tiresome. 

First of all, Charles had suffered all day from the usual, thundering headache caused by having spent the weekend without the collar. His telepathy always slammed non-cooperatively against the cage of his mind at the beginning of the week. 

Then he had been harassed in the corridor during the short break after Sociology, which was unoriginal. This time he had been accused of winning the genetic lottery as the scum of the Earth, being faggot and mutie. 

He answered calmly that whilst there was a high chance that mutation had a hereditary factor, his appreciation for dicks was his own merit. 

Also, he was bisexual. 

He had been pushed against the wall for his trouble before anyone could intervene. His headache had worsened. 

He had been so exhausted during the following lecture that he had not been able to wipe the floor with Lehnsherr's opinions. 

His greatest regret. 

He had just sat there at the back of the class, lulled by that familiar, husky voice, and had answered with a pained “no comment” when the professor directly and quite awkwardly had asked him if he really had nothing to add. 

Contrary to what he had believed would happen, Lehnsherr hadn't appeared satisfied at all. He had peered at him with his biteable jaw clenched and a hazy look in his stormy eyes, then had turned his attention back on the professor. 

Charles had felt a pang of disappointment at the quick dismission. The headache had worsened again. 

Which explained his current location. In front of the door of the Infirmary well past midnight. 

The corridor was empty, silent and dark. Charles could stretch his telepathy only for ten meters or so to scan his surroundings if he wanted to keep his head from splitting in two. All clear. 

Now he only had to pick the lock, break in the Infirmary, grab some God-given painkillers for his otherworldly headache and go back to bed. Probably easier said than done. 

But then again, his fellow students were able to smuggle in alcohol and joints, it would be dishonorable for him to fail to grab some medications and be caught in his pajamas with his nose in the Aspirin jar. 

He was getting on his knees with his credit card in one hand and the torch of his cell phone in the other, ready to operate, when something fluttered against his telepathy. It was another mind, approaching. 

Charles quickly turned off the torch and flattened against the wall. His heart was running wildly inside his ribcage, and he had to cover his mouth with his own hand to shut off his panting. 

Fuck, he thought. And he kept on thinking it when the unmistakable light of a torch started painting a growing, yellow stain on the moquette in front of his crouching body. He seriously considered dropping everything and start running for his life, when… 

“Xavier?” 

Charles literally melted against the wall. “Lehnsherr?” 

A blinding light showered him and Charles groaned painfully. “What are you doing over there?”

“Hiding from you,” Charles answered honestly, and got to his feet. He put the cellphone and the card safely away in the pockets of his oversized trousers. “I thought I was about to be busted.”

Lehnsherr finally directed the light on himself, showing a familiar frowning expression. Charles almost smiled at the sight. “Couldn't you feel me approaching?” He illuminated briefly Charles' torso. “You are not wearing your collar.”

“I could feel someone approaching, but I didn't know what your mind felt like before tonight. I should have dug deeper to get a hold of your name from your thoughts.”

And Charles realized that he actually had never sensed Lehnsherr's mind before. It was… thrilling. He couldn't help but poke lightly at it, as if testing its texture.

It was neatly organized, blunt and unyielding. It tasted vaguely of metal, which was deeply amusing, strong as steel, but also incredibly bright in spots that Charles started to follow like bread crumbs in a forest. He stopped abruptly on the threshold of one of Lehnsherr's memories of his mother and returned to the surface. “What are you doing here?” 

“Same as you, I suppose,” Lehnsherr said, then smirked. His teeth glittered in the dark corridor. “Though not with a credit card.”

“It would have worked,” Charles muttered, and suddenly sobered. “Why the infirmary? Are you unwell?”

Lehnsherr fidgeted with his torch and very pointedly moved it away from his own face, but not fast enough. 

“Darling,” Charles gasped, “what happened to your eye?”

“Darling?” Lehnsherr echoed, a choked sound, but Charles had already moved forward and was now holding his jaw with extreme care. 

He gently turned Lehnsherr’s head so that an angry bruise the size of an apple was now staring at him. Charles instinctively traced its swollen rim with the tip of his index finger, light as a feather, and ended up caressing the paperthin skin of a temple. Lehnsherr shivered and Charles stepped away. 

He realized what he had just done and the darkness swallowed his blush. He hid his hands behind his back. 

It was surreal, talking without actually seeing each other; there were no physical proofs of existing boundaries between them, and no witnesses. Their voices rose from barely illuminated, ghostly bodies and lingered in the charged air of the night. 

“It was a punch,” Lehnsherr explained with a shrug. “A couple of hours ago. I didn't notice it had landed quite so well until I saw the bruise. Was hoping some ice could still help.”

Charles’ chest knotted in worry. “Did someone assault you?” 

More fidgeting. “It was the opposite, actually. Knocked politely on the asshole's door and less politely knocked him out. It was a fair fight.” Lehnsherr smiled and winced right after. “Still worth it.”

Charles frowned, conflicted. “I'm sure you had your reasons to be cross with them, but you must know that violence is never the answer, my friend.”

He expected a roll of eyes and a scoff, but they never came. Lehnsherr tilted his head and looked right at him. “I really wanted him to regret what he had said.” Then he grinned, wide and playful. Charles had never thought Lehnsherr could actually smile so much; it was astonishing to see. “Besides, you cannot really lecture me about morality right now. Were you not trying to break in and stole from the Infirmary in the middle of the night?”

Charles folded his arms on his chest and lifted his chin. “I would hardly call it ‘stealing’, we don’t usually pay for that st-”

“Who's there?” 

The disinterested, unknown voice had come from a couple of doors around the corner, and Charles looked at Lehnsherr with what was probably pure horror. He whispered frantically: “Do we actually have a night patrol?”

He saw Lehnsherr rolling his eyes, then everything went dark. 

He heard a mechanical click, the dragging of a wooden door against the moquette, and suddenly he was being pulled by his arm into the Infirmary. 

They stopped just as abruptly after a few steps, and in quick succession, Charles collided with what was probably Lehnsherr's broad back, bounced, heard another soft click, and hit the closed door with the back of his head. 

He oofed painfully, and something flew to cover his mouth before he could utter another noise. 

He held his breath and listened. The sound of heavy steps stopped on the other side of the door, and Charles heard with his heart in his throat the shuffling of the door being pulled. 

The door against his back didn't give in an inch, and a few moments later the steps went away. 

Lehnsherr turned the torch on again, and Charles’ just acquired looseness vanished in an instant.

The other man’s lithe body was hovering above his, tilted towards the door and effectively caging him against it. 

Lovely people <3

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[marquiswrites]

Silk and Steel Ch 12

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Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Characters: Reader/MC, Brother/Original Male Character

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count:  1235

Warnings:  Drugged character, kidnapped, waking up after being drugged, fighting

Author’s Notes: I’ve changed up the formatting on all future chapters, as well as switched to a dedicated writing blog. Previously posted on @marquis1305 Thank you so much for putting up with my mess while I figured this out. I will be posting a short summary of the chapter separately for those who have squicks about topics faced in this chapter.

Summary: 

You wake up in the last place you expected, but on the bright side, at least there is one friendly face waiting for you.

Chapter 12: The Waking

The last thing you remembered was craving blueberries. Though the dryness of your mouth indicated that you probably never got the chance to eat them.

Damn. 

A cough sputters out in your throat, catching and spasming as your body tried to make up for the lack of saliva. Brow furrowing at your hyper-awareness of your mouth. You should probably try to figure out why you hadn’t woken for a glass of water hours ago. You should also probably stop broadcasting your thoughts step by step. 

Shit.

Managing to stop the coughing, you attempt to open your eyes. Only to snap them shut once more. Too bright. Too shiny. Why were things shiny, things should not be allowed to be that shiny. You would have to talk to Tony or Steve or someone about making a law. 

Tony.

Steve.

Bucky!

The thoughts ringing through your head as you bolted upright. Trying to ignore the way your head felt like it was swimming through sludge. Eyes opening past the shining blare of lights… Surgical lights. Furrowing your brow further as you looked down, taking in the hospital gown. You hadn’t been wearing that before. 

Were your hands always this tingly? Lifting up your palms to stare at them. Trying to blink past the sensations that threatened to overtake you. 

Gritting your teeth as you turned on the metal bed. 

Another thing to make illegal, you swore softly to yourself. Taking in the paperthin blanket that had been draped over you, and a pillow that felt like it might have been made of cardboard. The sudden urge to push it off the bed overwhelming. Giggling as it hit the floor. “Good. Stupid good for nothering pill… nothering? Not a thing? Nothing… That!” Then huffing a sigh. Great. Drugged. Definitely drugged. This is what drugs felt like. 

Wasn’t it? 

Kostya would be so pissed with you.

The thought of your brother brought you back to your dilemma once more. Turning your gaze about the room. Just a plain old hospital room. Or lab room. A something made for checking you out room. Creepy. 

What was this, frankenstein? 

Rolling your eyes before grunting as you pushed off the bed. Swaying in place for a moment before nodding. 

Then immediately falling on your ass as you tried to take a single step. “Right. Do not operate heavy machinery. That would be a thing.” Your gaze moving once more over the room, stopping on the mirror on the far wall. Head tilting as you considered it. “Helloooo? Creepy doctor types? Look, whatever you gave me, it’s doing me a woozy, so ah, help? Ya know, not the type of help that comes with more needles… but…” Waving a hand over yourself. 

Natasha would throttle you, you knew it. Somewhere in the back of your head. Asking for help from the people who people jacked… kidnapped? Is it kidnapping when you aren’t a kid anymore? Who came up with these words?

The door opening drew you from your thoughts once more. “Ah good, people with white coats. Very doctor looking. I seem to have been misplaced. You see, I was out for blueberries, and instead I got jabbed with a needle like thing.” Tutting disapprovingly at them. Even as they hooked their arms under yours and lifted you up. 

You grinned brightly before lifting up both your arms and then slammed them back down. Hearing two consecutive cracks. One of them grunting as they let you fall, which gave you some sort of leverage on the one struggling to still hold you. Grabbing their hand and twisting back the way Natasha had shown you. Waiting until their grip slipped before jabbing your elbow back into their face. Then scrambling forward on hands and knees. 

You could do the running thing when everything stopped spinning. Right now, you were just happy that your body had listened to you at all. Kicking back as the first scientist doctor thing tried to grab your elbow. Their nose giving a rather satisfying crunch. 

Making your way through the door only to take note of several pairs of very shiny shoes. “Someone hasn’t forgotten to spit shine.” Wincing internally as you looked up. 

You’re pretty sure that your mouth dropped open. “Father?” 

No, this had to be a hallucination. It couldn’t be. 

He was dead. He should be dead. So much dead. 

And it was then that you noticed the second person standing behind him. “Little sister, always making trouble for me. Come on, let’s get you back to bed. Ketamine has a hell of a hangover.” A bright grin crossing your brother’s face as he leaned down to scoop you up into his arms. Curling you to his chest. “Good to know that you recognize our father, even when high off your ass, Katarina.”

“Right, because that’s the thing that’s good…”

“What can I say, you’ve always made me proud.” Your brother chuckled softly. Stepping over the fallen lab people without giving them a single thought. He always had been the more focused of you two. Moving to gently set you back on the bed. “Sorry for the poor accommodations, daddy dearest insisted on keeping you in observation until you woke up. Can never be too safe with us enhanced types after all.”

You frowned at that, then cocked back your fist and punched his shoulder as hard as you could. 

Which barely glanced off him. 

“Kostya what the fuck!”

“Ow! Hey! That hurt, sis.” He pouted sharply, rubbing at his shoulder before glancing over his shoulder. “Come on, you need rest. Then we can talk. All of us.” Nodding to the man coming to step up behind him. A man that shared way too many features with you both to make you comfortable. 

“Solnyshka, it has been too long since last I saw you.” The crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiled made you wonder if that is what Kostya would look like when he was older, if he would inherit the streaks of silver at his temples. 

“I’m still maintaining that you’re dead.” You crossed your arms stubbornly. Glaring at the man who was forefront in most of your nightmares. Who always called down the flashes of silver steel that meant pain. 

“That would be the ketamine. That sense of almost being in a dream. I apologize, they were not certain if you required the same dose that my son did. It appears they overdid it just a touch.” He chuckled, gaze glinting with some sort of twisted mirth. 

Nikolai, that was his name. 

Monster was more suiting. 

Father was what he had always demanded you both call him. 

“You think? I’m loopier than a toucan craving fruit over here. I’d really like it if the lights stopped trying to burn out my eyes.” Waving a hand towards them. “Also, clothing. Cause… It’s weird being in barely anything. Just saying.”

“You always did have a sense of humor, my little sunshine. Always so bright. So clever. We shall have them bring you something to wear, and to turn down the lights. But your brother is right, you require more rest first.” 

You nodded, looking back to Kostya before putting on your prettiest smile. “Of course.” Turning on your side and slowly laying back down. Gaze shifting between them both. 

Shit. This was worse than you had thought it was going to be…

[eliahext]

Off the Record | 054

"Come back to bed."

"Just need a minute."

"Are you okay?"

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Am I okay?

The feeling was a slow simmer in the months since we started dating (have I mentioned I hate that term?), and despite old habits lurking in the wings and tempting me to fall back on old ways, I knew it was no longer a matter of if, but when I told him about Ezen. I thought I had more time before it would come up, or at least that I could delude myself for awhile longer about how serious things were getting. Before I could carry on in my merry world of denial, my hand got forced, and I very begrudgingly knew it was the right thing to do, even if the right thing hurt like hell. It usually does.

It all started with Lolah.

She had a crisis of conscience about one thing or another and Ezen arranged a meeting so she could file a report without getting arrested. Again. I can't say I blame her. We had a sitdown where she built on a dossier I already had, adding witness testimony to a colorful number of murders and elsewise. That's not really the important part, though, is it? I mean, I can’t follow up on it anyway, the evidence is too flimsy in spite of how tantalizing it is to swoop in and make an arrest right there in the Sanctum in front of the gods and all. Just the way it goes, sometimes.

Anyway.

It was seeing him there along side her; they bantered like we used to, like we still do sometimes, though not so much in recent days. I don’t know why it gutted me like that, but it felt like being punched straight in the nostrils with a whiff of good, hard liquor. My mouth watered just thinking about it, like some kind of trained dog. I guess I’m not such a good liar -- I never was, if Amell was any indication, but I think it’s even worse these days. Jannick pinned me to the bed later and noticed that my expression was a thousand malms away. I told him it was work. He called my bullshit. I started to cry.

I expected that to be it, you know? I’d tell him all about the strange and vicious and addictive love that I was ready to die for (Still might be...I’m sick and I know it), he’d stare a hole straight through my heart and then see all at once what a tremendous piece of shit I am, and then leave me naked and alone on the bed while he packed his shit and left for the last time. But that’s not how it goes, not this time.

We talked for hours instead. I felt everything, every last suture getting ripped from its meticulous embroidery in my paperthin skin, and I came out of it alive. I tasted my own tears and I was ready to throw myself down on the sword of atonement, but the miracle of it all is that this man never asked for it. And at the end of it all, after he’d been angry and sad and disappointed and confused and outraged, he held me so tight that I swear I would never breathe again. And maybe I wouldn’t have minded if that were the case, but let me tell you how good it feels to have the weight lifted from my chest rather than slowly caving it in.

Am I okay?

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“Yeah, I am.”

[niemernuet]

He's so pretentiously wannabe liberal-east coast American it almost hurts. His answer to the question how he is: Je vis ma meilleure vie. (I'm living my best life.)

Seriously, instead of Lisa, 19, spending a year in Australia we have to change the cliché to Tanguy, 25, studied at Dartmouth College.

They call him Nef across the pond bc they can't pronounce "Tanguy" correctly.

He flew coach to the training camp in Argentina while the rest flew business. 😭 He says he would have had to pay the difference. He didn't state it outright but I guess that's the difference between national team, and C-cadre. Poor Tanguy.

He knows he's not very Swiss by declaring his goals (medals at the WC in Chamonix and at the next Olympic Games in Cortina), especially considering he missed the requirements for Beijing but "the sky's the limit".

I don't know if it's just part of the podcast's MO but the host is NOT pulling any punches. "How do you explain the difference between your goals and your results?" Autsch!

He also mentions Garmisch 2022...damn.

For what it's worth I like Tanguy's answer (that the margins in slalom are so paperthin you have to risk everything in every run)

his big idol is Bode Miller, and he trained with him once in the States (not sure if I understood it correctly)

Like him, he's "borderline", meaning they both go to the extremes, though Tanguy admits he does not go all out like Bode in his heyday bc he's part of a team.

Awww.

What he likes about the American way (tm) is their enthusiasm, he thinks Swiss are too often too subdued and pessimistic.

I'm halfway through another French podcast (🥴), this time with Tanguy, and just like with Daniel I'm once again questioning their taste in music. As first song Tanguy chose "Ric Flair Drip" because it helps him get into the flow during races and now all I'm seeing is this lily-white dork, surrounded by his equally caucasian competitors, standing on top of a mountain and rapping to himself under his breath.

[xnxadultstore]

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Book Character Paper Dolls for Adults

Little Women Paper Dolls

Characters from the traditional e-book Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy are right here with 16 completely different mid-Victorian outfits based mostly on scenes from the e-book.

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Favorite Storybook Characters Paper Dolls for Grownups

Dorothy from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Wendy Darling from Peter Pan, The Secret Garden‘s Mary Lennox and plenty of extra favourite characters come to life within the paper doll e-book. The ladies all look precisely the identical save completely different hair colours however in fact the outfits shall be completely different.

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Little House on the Prairie Paper Dolls – The Big Woods Collection

Even although the outline of those says they’re punch out, in truth, they’re NOT. The characters and some different objects punch out, however like all of the others, these do require you to chop out the outfits fastidiously. I’ve determined that’s really a part of the enjoyable of this old fashioned pass-time.

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Just in case you missed out on Little House books, listed below are some hyperlinks to the classics and extra

Mary Engelbreit’s Paper Dolls

This set comprises four dolls plus 15 outfits all within the lovely artist’s model. The dolls are punch out however the outfits require scissors. These are easier minimize outs than the others so may be extra appropriate for seniors trying to play once more.

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As we stated within the intro, you do have to fastidiously minimize out these paper dolls and we advocate element scissors like these from Tim Holtz or these with the great reducing guard.

We additionally ran throughout these in our analysis…

Political Paper Dolls for Adults

Hillary Clinton Paper Dolls and Playset

This e-book contains 100 perforated paper dolls, three rooms, Republican adversaries, Supreme Court Justices, pantsuits and pajamas, Secret Service safety, White House ghosts and the record continues.

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Political Circus Inaction Figures

A collectible version of 52 paper dolls for grownups takes a witty have a look at the 2012 crop of Republican candidates, Democratic cupboard members, and pundits of each persuasion, grownup content material included!

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President Barrack Obama Commemorative Inaugural Edition 

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Michelle Obama Fashion Paper Dolls

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Fashions of the First Ladies Paper Dolls

Includes Nancy Reagan, Jacqueline Kennedy, Hillary Clinton and Michelle Obama.

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These three marketing campaign editions embody information and enjoyable about every Presidential candidate in addition to garments to decorate them up in.

Hilary Clinton Paper Doll Campaign Edition

Donald Trump Paper Doll Campaign Edition

Bernie Sanders Paper Doll Campaign Edition

GLBT Paper Dolls

Life’s a Drag

Dover Celebrity Paper Dolls embody Jerry Lewis, Milton Berle, Tyler Perry, and RuPaul — in addition to actors resembling Barbra Streisand in Yentl, Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie, and Robin Williams in Mrs. Doubtfire. Mature content material.

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RuPaul’s Drag Race – Paper Doll Book

Includes winner of RuPaul’s TV present from previous seasons

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Leathermen Paper Dudes

Thom Magister’s first grownup paper doll e-book provides 4 sizzling paper dudes who take pleasure in carrying leather-based, denim, uniforms, and fetish gear. For Adults Only!

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Project Runway Paper Dolls

These are a bit completely different. You get to brighten these fairly women with gildings offered within the equipment.

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Dr. Who Paper Dolls

Pope Francis Paper Dolls

Punch Out Paper Dolls

Most paper dolls designed for grownups need to be minimize out however there are a pair that I discovered which might be punch out.

Flower Fairies Paper Dolls

Amazon offers you fairly just a few views of the within pages of this e-book so you’ll be able to check out a number of the attractive illustrations before you purchase. Cicely Mary Barker has a complete line of Flower Fairies e-book to take a look at too together with journals, sticker books, and postcards. 

Free Paper dolls to print and minimize out right here.

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[dani-the-toad]

**this is outdated !! very little still applies to this character**

“the suns not rising and the birds are dead,

theres only dust on the floor where people were before

and the dream wont leave your head...”

Amaris Tyrio

click for character backstory/small doodle of him and his bird

(tw for cult like things, injuries, and body horror)

this is amaris! hes an oc based on the song youre at the party by lemon demon

amaris is a young man at the age of 22. a recluse who lives alone near the edge of town, doors and windows boarded up to keep the horrors out. he has a pet bird though! and lots of trauma.

a year ago, amaris was still in college. he lived in a small apartment on campus, still no roommates, but his neighbors occasionally held loud parties that kept him up at night. he always thought they sounded odd, like not always “oh that guy on the other side of the wall is just having stupid loud sex,” it was, more for lack of a better term, demonic. sometimes it would get really quiet and he listened closely against his paperthin wall to try and hear what was happening, but then he heard chanting. quiet chanting. then things were loud again and it sounded like a normal party. he hates it when they get dead quiet.

one night, it was another loud party which he was used to, but something was different. he was laying in bed, everything around him felt off, he felt sick to his  stomach and had a throbbing head ache, then, no more music next door, no more sounds at all until a blood curdling screech. he began to panic, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. then, music fills the hallway into his apartment and he realizes, theyre inside his home. quickly he runs to his room and locks it, sitting under the window out of immediate sight into his bedroom. then his eyes shut tight as the window above him shatters and a figure enters, kneels down to his level, and grabs his hand and begins to take him out of the apartment.

he tried to struggle, he tried so, so hard. he tried to scream and shout and kick and punch but it was no use. and his vision faded to black.

when he reawakened, he was tied to a chair with a bunch of figures surrounding him chanting something quietly. he still has the worst headache, and the rest of his body hurts. he blinks and tries to focus his eyes but everything is fuzzy, and he was surrounded by dim light. his vision begins to fade again, and once it comes back, he is standing. he is in a place he thinks hes seen before, but he cant move. music begins to play, not modern party music, something that sounds like a harpsichord. his body begins to move without him. it feels like he is a puppet being controlled by strings, but he still cant move any part of his body. he can only blink. the movements he is making feels like dancing, but it keeps changing, and more and more people keep appearing in front of his eyes, and the music is changing, getting more aggressive, then the lights get dimmer and dimmer, then he is in a small room. only a candle lighting it, and a mirror in from of him. amaris is on his hands and knees and he can feel like he can move again, so he looks behind himself, and then to both of his sides. walls. practically pressed against him. then he looks at the mirror and his mouth looks, well, wrong. then he realizes he cant open it. it was sown together, unable to be opened. the rest of his face looks wrong as well, glasses cracked, face bruised, bloody nose. he looks down at his hand, bunches them up into fists, and takes a swing at the mirror in front of him, shattering it and leaving him in a tiny empty room and his quiet tears and a candle. closing his eyes, he curls in on himself, tears running down his face.

then he wakes up

hes in bed, his bed, but everything is dusty. his glasses are no longer cracked, which makes sense because even though they are his prescription and still round, they arent the same ones. on his bedside table, there is a box of doctors masks, and a note that says “welcome to your new forever life - k”

he moved out of that apartment about 2 weeks later. never looking back. he bought a house on the outskirts of the town lemonville with his bird. amaris still searches for that mysterious K person but knows its near impossible he will ever find out. in the meantime, he stays inside and takes care of his bird, only leaving the house to occasionally go buy ingredients to make more food for his miss lemon meringue. 

tl;dr

amaris is a sad anxious boy who had some cult shit happen to him and now he is pretty much immortal to aging (not stabbing though) and cant speak or eat because his mouth is sown together. he also loves his bird very very much

bonus doodle: 

[planetstepho]

Stephen’s Musicbee Adventure

So I’m gonna go through my Musicbee, state each artist I have, and my favourite song by the artist. I have varying tastes in music. Strap in.

The 1975: Sex. 2Pac: California Love. 3oh!3: Colorado Sunrise. A Day to Remember: If It Means A Lot To You. All Time Low: If These Sheets Were The States All Tvvins: End of the Day. Anberlin: Paperthin Hymn. Arcade Fire: No Car Go. Bad Meets Evil: Fastlane. Bassnectar: F.U.N. Bastille: Rhythm of the Beach Boys: Barbara Ann Beatles: Hey Jude Blink-182: Always Blur: Parklife. Bo Burnham: Country Music. Boney M: Daddy Cool Boyce Avenue: Fast Car Bruno Mars: Talking to the Moon Bullet For My Valentine: Tears Don’t Fall Cage The Elephant: Shake Me Down The Chainsmokers: Closer. Charlie Puth: Marvin Gaye. Chris Brown: With You. Christy Moore: Beeswing. Colcannon: Wild Orchid. Coldplay: The Scientist. Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip: Magician’s Assistant. Dead By Sunrise: Inside of Me. Disturbed: Another Way to Die Earth, Wind, & Fire: Boogie Wonderland. Ed Sheeran: Photograph. Eminem: Goin’ Thru Changes. EofE: Lust. Fall Out Boy: Centuries. Falling Up: Fearless. Five Finger Death Punch: Far From Home. Fleetwood Mac: Go Your Own Way. Flight of the Conchords: Hiphopapotamus vs the Rhymenocerous Fort Minor: Where’d You Go GMC: Focus. Go Radio: Goodnight Moon. Gym Class Heroes: Cookie Jar. Halestorm: Get Off. He Is We: All About Us. High School Musical: Scream. Hollywood Undead: Young. Hopsin: Ill Mind of Hopsin 9 James Blunt: I’ll Be Your Man. Jason Derulo: Wiggle. Jason Lancaster: Come Back. Johnny Cash: Hurt. Jonas Brothers: Love Bug. Justin Bieber: What Do You Mean? Kaiser Chiefs: Every Day I Love You Less and Less. Kanye West: Blame Game. Kings of Leon: Sex on Fire. Kodaline: High Hopes. The Kooks: She Moves in Her Own Way Kraftklub: Ich Will Nicht Nach Berlin. La Dispute: Nobody, Not Even the Rain (Has such small hands) Lady Gaga: Bad Romance. Led Zeppelin: Immigrant Song. The Libertines: What Became of the Likely Lads Linkin Park: In the End. The Lonely Island: Motherlover. Luke Kelly: The Auld Triangle. The Lumineers: Ophelia. Magic Sword: In the Face of Evil. Maroon 5: Payphone. Mayday Parade: Miserable At Best. Michael Jackson: Thriller. Mike Shinoda: Ghosts. Mumford and Sons: Hopeless Wanderer. Muse: Uprising. My Chemical Romance: Teenagers. Nine Inch Nails: We’re In This Together. Otherkin: Treat Me So Bad Owl City: Vanilla Twilight. Pete Yorn: Lose You. Picture This: Take My Hand. Plain White T’s: Our Time Now. The Pogues: Dirty Old Town. Queen: Who Wants To Live Forever Rihanna: Love The Way Your Lie Part 2. Robert Downey Jr:  Every Breath You Take. The Rubberbandits: I Like To Shift Girls. The Script: Hall of Fame. Skillet: Forsaken. Skrillex: Kill Everybody Tame Impala: Let It Happen Tenacious D: Beelzeboss Tom Jones: It’s Not Unusual Twenty One Pilots: Car Radio U2: Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own Walking On Cars: Speeding Cars. The Wanted: Warzone. We The Kings: Sad Song. The Weeknd: Starboy. Westlife: World Of Our Own The White Stripes: Icky Thump The Wolfe Tones: Streets Of New York The Wombats: Turn You Me At Six: Take On The World.