#WANYK

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Jay Weinberg - WANYK

[angela-art13]

Must Kill 🔪

[sp00ky-p00ky]

💕🎶

[sigmacorebbg]

in love with this tbh

It’s here. Our brand new album ‘WE ARE NOT YOUR KIND’ is now available worldwide. Listen here: https://slipknot1.lnk.to/WANYK

[pulsedmaggot]

in a more goated timeline

didnt know how to crop the other drawings so heres the full page <3 also i take commissions

[vanweezer]

no pressure to rb im just fuckign crayceeeeee im doing this for a laff

[rucow]

i got a little carried away

[missmaggot98]

Thought that christmas was a complete dud, yet the boyfriend came through and gifted me these babies for my collection 😍🩷

[myfavslipknot]

craig's wanyk + te,sf mask (2019-2022)

craig used this mask from we are not your kind (2019) all the way to the end, so far (2022)

okay, i wanna know what you think about this mask. don't get me wrong, i love craig with every inch of my life.

but this mask was just... not good. the super short spikes irk me and his smile is a bit too cute imo. i love the mohawk idea but i feel like it could've been executed better idk

tell me i'm not alone in this 😓

[alexdrawstuf]

I like WANYK Core design

Also Happy Birthday Sid :)

[ims0vain]

What is your favourite Jim era ?

Ooough what a question! 😈

I would have to say now; WANYK/TESF. His whole look just 🤤. His hair, his mask, his outfits, all paired with the fact that he just seems so confident and just goes out there and slays. You can tell he’s doing better and that makes me so happy.

However, let me dive into the other eras because I can’t pick just one.

Self titled and Iowa were pure chaos where no one gave a fuck and it’s fun to see clips of him just going crazy on stage. I can tell he was excited to be there.

Vol 3 I know he became more involved in writing and did some exploratory things on that album and I absolutely love that album so that hold a place in my heart.

All Hope Is Gone he kind of introduced his look (almost like his current look) to us and was also involved in writing some of my other favorite songs.

Gray chapter I know he wrote A LOT on that album and put a ton of work into it and he also wrote my favorite song, The Negative One. He switched up his look a bit but he was still on fire.

All in all, I like every era of Jim. I definitely think he’s such an essential member to the band and you can tell his talent has grown over the years. But his current era is definitely my favorite.

Thank you for the ask! I love answering these! 💕

[ihugmomo]

2 6 12 :333

2 ~ favorite track?

skin ticket my beloved <33

6 ~ least favorite album?

im gonna be honest, i don't really hate any of the albums. but my least favorite would be WANYK.

12 ~ when did you start listening to Slipknot?

it was around April i think? i listened to Psychosocial for the first time and the rest is history LMAO-

[suc1d3-1z-th3-0nly-3sc4p3]

idk why but I’ve been thinking about this for an hour, was a one point Sid wearing like both his WANYK and TESF masks like at once to where it looks like this mf has two heads or am I just coming up with some shit

[drinkjanola]

dear lord he finally had a good mask after the disaster that was wanyk and now he’s just gone and ruined it. at least it’s not that transparent monstrosity i guess.

new mask adjustment to fit the mohawk he's rocking

[pulsedmaggot]

the humble proboscis ☣

kinktober day 1: morning sex/quickie | ship: joey jordison/corey taylor | words: 1,026 | warnings & tags: morning sex, oral sex, non penetrative sex, references/implications of sexual abuse, age gap relationship (wanyk!corey x post-iowa!joey) | summary: corey has a life to live, but joey can interrupt it as he sees fit.

for 18+ audiences only, minors dni - ao3

“Push me off, then.”

Joey smirks, much too proud of himself for rendering Corey speechless. A dusty rose is painted on his cheeks already, the shadows of Corey’s curtains allowing for a flick of light to capture his features. His jet black hair appears as a toasted brown as it swishes down his back. Corey can't stop himself from carding his fingers through it, watching those large unblinking eyes magnetize him closer, until Joey’s lips meet Corey’s chin.

Corey should have more of a say in whether or not he gets kissed like this, with a scene as picturesque as Joey, still lying nude and smiling on top of him, setting too many of his nerves alight and at ease all at once. He should get to say ‘fuck off, i need to brush my teeth’ at least once, or have enough spine to pick Joey up by the nape of his neck and toss him somewhere else. The little freak would like it too much, possibly take it as a game of hide-and-fuck. Not that Corey would typically judge something like that…

“You're literally hard.” Joey makes that rumbling honk noise he calls a laugh, then rests a palm over Corey’s pajama pants, devious fingers fondling the curve of his morning wood. “Just let me blow you, c’mon.”

“Do you actually wanna blow me. Be honest.” Corey deadpans, knowing how quick Joey was to pull off his dick mid-arrival, at times refusing to have any of Corey’s ‘remains’ left on him. Always trying to get Corey off in a million different ways at once, Joey tended to rush to meet a finish line that was in his sight only.

Joey’s hard to read, never the most open of books, typically saying what's on his mind at the moment instead of showing it through expressions and motions. Moreso now with no eyebrows; Corey feels like a delectable leaf in the pathway of a large bug as he waits for Joey to decide, in agonizingly long seconds, if he wants to commit to sucking him off. It shouldn't entice him as much as it does, but it does. Joey could delegate just about anything and Corey would lie back, enjoy the moment for what it is, forget about the things he has to take care and worry about later, later. Joey could also leave, get dressed, and leave Corey with balls bluer than Rigel. The uncertainty leaves him with a quiet fizz tickling its way up his stomach.

Corey drops his head onto his pillows when he realizes that the fizzing is actually Joey breathing over his happy trail. Decision made.

“I actually wanted to finger you.” Joey is already slinking back under the sheets, movements unsettlingly quiet, not nearly as unsettling as what he just propositioned. Then his tongue, a slithering deviant that thing was- always getting Corey into trouble- starts to lick. “You still had some lube left so I figured, y’know, why waste it? Plus I know you've never done it before. Always the finger-er, you are. My hands are small so it wouldn't hurt, like, too much, I don't think.”

Only Joey could maintain being equal parts cocktease and chatterbox before noon. Corey finds it in him to twist at a piece of Joey’s hair and pull.

“I have been.” Corey’s heart breaks in half at the sight of Joey stopping, his confused head tilt and squinted eyes too genuine for Corey to be wholly mad at, “It was-” he tucks the hair behind Joey’s ear, his teeth pulling at the inside of his cheek, then he exhales, playfully tugging at Joey’s earlobe, “not… great.”

A flash of a past night zaps him into silence; some guy- a hot guy, a guy that didn't deserve what Corey ended up dishing out- had barely even pushed past his fingernail before Corey started crying. Bubbling hysterics at first, then full on sobbing, then shouting… couldn't be a proper Corey-themed meltdown without shouting. Joey doesn't know about any of this, or the reason why it might've happened, but the lack of eye contact and slow nodding of his head looks like he might get the picture, if not the full metadata.

“Right, yeah.” big bug eyes stare back at him, darker than before, softer, as if the early morning finally caught up to Joey, “I mean, if anything, I could just-” before Corey can object and make the quickest possible dash towards a cold shower, his clothes are being taken off. Slowly, carefully, Joey is exposing him from below, leaving kisses over his thighs as he presses two fingers behind his balls, and that's-

“Oh, shit-” Corey goes lax, rolling his hips into Joey’s touch, a moan stretching all the way from his chest to the ceiling.

“Pretty good, right?” Joey’s tongue curls around them before venturing upwards, flicking off Corey’s flushed tip, “I used to have this one girl, a girlfriend I guess, and she would wanna peg me and shit, and I like taking it but not from a fake dick, ‘cuz it's all cylindrical. Pure rod all the way through, so it stretches me out kinda weird, probably because they haven't figured out how to put quality into strap-ons yet, or maybe she was fucking me weird, I dunno. I'd tell her to just do this instead. Feels like a fuck, but it isn't. Low effort, high reward kinda deal.”

“Put my dick in your mouth, Joe.” Corey is already panting through his nose, the angling of Joey’s fingers shooting pure pleasure up his spine.

“If you say so.”

Joey takes him in one go, Corey’s toes curling from all the angles of pleasure. He hadn't realized how pent up he was until Joey’s fingers started to make swirling motions, just teasing above his hole. Corey falls apart to this, groaning breathless up his hill and croaking Joey’s name at his climax. Joey is purely surgical, extending and retracting and bobbing his head in time with Corey’s pulse, so removed from what this means that Corey fully expects him to chew his head clean off after he wipes the corners of his mouth.