#alch mention

[st-dionysus]

Cocktail I have elected to call "Summer pain".

1oz vodka, 1oz watermelon liquor, 0.5oz campari. Shake with ice and top with LaCroix of choice. Serve with hotdogs or other summer grilled item.

Add more campari for increased bitter memories of summers passed in a daze. Add more watermelon liquor to try and capture the spirit of youth lost.

[lubluues]

eddsworld fandom today i offer you this image I threw together, tomorrow who knows

[angelicblondie]

what "best friends" are for

pairing: bestfriend!luke x daughterofaphrodite!reader

cw: alch consumption, mentions of weed, kissing, slight sexual innuendo, luke calls reader "ace"

synopsis: you and luke sneak off from the others

note: kinda (?) established relationship - their basically together, but not officially

truth was, you loved all your friends and fellow counselors dearly. but a white claw and a joint into the night, your eyes solely remained focussed on luke.

you werent quite sure what exactly your fatal flaw was, but on nights like these, you were convinced it was the affect substances had on your...hormones.

it was classic, almost tradition for every friday night that the counselors snuck out of the cabins and met in the middle of the woods, making a bonfire with the memo of byob. it was a way to let off steam after busy weeks of chasing kids around, teaching lessons, and basically taking care of all of camp half blood. plus, it was something to look forward to every week.

luke was busy talking to his brother chris by a tree, and you were sat on a log with a couple of your girlfriends. they were talking, you knew that. about what - that was what you were unsure of. their voices faded into murmurs over minutes, your attention only on him. it was impossible not to admire him - and in your somewhat tipsy state, it allowed you to oggle more than you usually would.

you eyes wondered over his features, the way his eyes twinkled with mischief when he was going to tell a joke, and his face lit it up in satisfaction when he made someone laugh. you admired the way the fire light lit up one side of his face, making it easy to see the scar painting the left side of his temple down to his cheek. his usual camp half-blood shirt discarded, he wore a black shirt that hugged his muscles (in your eyes) perfectly, and if you were lucky, raised up his abdomen ever so slightly if he lift his arms, showing you his tone lower stomach and v-line. you had to close your mouth to keep from drooling.

your sister silena shook you out of your trance after a while, shooting you a knowing look. "you good?" she asked with a giggle.

you bit your lip, with a look of slight embarrassment. "um, yeah," you look back at look for a moment and see his friends beginning to part from him and take it as a sign. you whip your head back to the girls. "i'll be back." you say, barely giving them time to reply before running over to luke.

you grab his wrist before he walks away. "hi," you say, smiling breathlessly.

he smile softly. "hey ace."

he turns towards you and grabs you waist to steady you. "y'good?" he mumbles, looking down at you fondly.

you nod. "mhm," you reply, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his neck and embrace him.

luke lets out a small laugh before snaking his arms around your back to deepen the hug. he knew how you got when you drank. that mixed with when you smoke, you were a cuddly, horny, clingy mess.

he loved it, though. not only did he find it adorable, but quite amusing as well.

"wanna get out of here?" he murmurs the question in your ear.

you nod immediately and wordlessly, pulling away and letting you lead him.

the two of you walk away from the gathering, and you dont even have it in you heart to wonder where hes taking you. the only thing you can focus on is his hand in yours and the loud beating of your own heart in your ears.

once the two of you are far enough away from everyone, and the chatter of your peers in only a murmur, he slowly traps you against a tree, looking down at you with a familiar mix of mischief and fondness.

"y'been causing trouble, ace?" he asks in a low voice, the corner of his lips tilted upwards.

you shake your head, finding it hard to get out words when he's looking down at you like that. you wanted to tell him that you've been good, that you only wanted to talk to him all night. that whilst you adored your friends, the only thing you could think of was him. him and his stupid sneaky smile, his woodsy and masculine scent, how his voice sounded when he was breathless and satisfied, everything about him - because after all, you thought the world of him. he knew this.

but instead, you played with the hem of his shirt and looked up at him with eyes full of wonder, waiting for him to make the first move.

he lets out a laugh, one of his hands squeezing your waist. "huh? what was that?"

you let out a little giggle. "no, i haven't." you say quietly, your hands slipping under his shirt to snake around to his back, pulling him closer.

he chuckled. "good." he lets you pull him closer and he looks down at you knowingly. normally, you'd furrow your brows at his smug, know-it-all expression. you'd have a witty remark, and perfectly planned clap back. but in your current state, you truly didn't have it in you to be strong, when he made you feel so deliciously weak.

luke is now close enough that you share the same breath, and for a moment you wonder if he can hear how loud your heartbeat is - you also wonder if the noise banging in your ears could be his instead of yours. maybe it was both, beating simultaneously.

"missed you." he murmurs, practically against your lips and you resist the urge to melt right there and then. he missed you. the thought made you giddy. he missed you, like you had missed him. as pathetic as it was, only being apart for an hour at most, you had missed each other. you supposed it was natural - having spent pretty much every second of every day together for the last several years led to what one might call attachment issues, but what you preferred to think of as enjoying the other company.

you lean in to close the distance, you lips touching his ever so softly. these were your favorite of lukes kisses. there was always so much duality. sometimes, they could be rough and desperate. sometimes, they could be passionate and sensual. but kisses like these - soft, and loving - they held a very special place in your heart.

your lips moved softly against each others. you lost track of time once your parted your lips and luke slid his tongue in, deepening the kiss. you helplessly let out a soft moan, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck, craning your neck upwards to continue to meet his lips. moments like these made you feel invincible. it made you feel like the only two people in the world, like this was all that mattered. moments like these were your favorites, they were so raw and perfect that it almost made you sad. sad that one day, you might not be able to feel like this again and it'll all just be a memory.

eventually, with raw red lips and heavy breaths, you two pulled way, and you look up at him with a dazed look in your eyes. your paw at his chest, looking up at him, eyes begging for more. he looks down at you with a knowing smile, and a shake of his head. "nuh uh, bed time ace." you pout and groan. "what? why?" he chuckles and backs up. "you've already had a joint and a drink, ace. kissing is all y'gonna tonight." he explains, looking at you with an amused yet fond look upon his face, and he holds his hands out to you. "cmon, how 'bout we head back and say g'night to everyone and i'll get you to bed? we've got lessons in the morning and I know how grumpy you are the morning after."

you give in and take his hands as he leads you back, mumring a small "thank you" as you hug his arm to your chest. "s'what bestfriends are for," he reply smugly, lighting up with laugher in the way your face scrunches up at the title. "you kissed all your bestfriends like that?" you huff, looking up at him with the scrunch of you features he adores. he leans closer to you, your noses brushing. "just the ones who look like you."

[driftwoodmfb]

Just a little sprite edit mockup/idea of the grape siblings when they were younger. We know Cookies can change their name, so these are my headcanon of their past names too.

The was inspired by Alch's Rookie Mistake costume which mentions green being a rookie color. Red grapes are green when unripe. (Some types of red grapes) they turn a bright red before a purpley color. I like to think her hair used to be green when she was younger.

Vamp's was inspired by is Blanco costume. I like the idea that he used to be white grape themed before he was turned into a vampire and it caused his hair to turn red and spikey.

[cognitohazardous]

the tingly nerve thingy started happening to me a lot when I started binge drinking way too much on the semi regular. think its just the blood/alch content and stress on the bod and nerves? i was so worried i was having like strokes but I just cant drink heavily anymore

yeah it could be that. someone else mentioned something about vitamin depletion or dehydration which also could be the case. a friend posted a screenshot of an article about alcoholic neuropathy which also causes the weird tingling so i was/am worried about that lol. either way i definitely need to drink way less. ive been on a pretty heavy binge this last week or 2

[makerofmadness]

aight so uh. I have So Much To Say about The Darkest Night it's unreal (THEY GAVE ZOMBIE COOKIE A VOICE I DON'T THINK THEY'VE HAD ONE BEFORE???????? IT GOT A VOICE I'M SO PROUD-). And I'm not even done watching the video but like Oh My God there's so much brainrot stuff and all the crap I've screenshotted is just Alchemist-related dkskksksksksksm.

but now I'm wondering if Vampire still exists in this game's universe 'cus so far he has yet to be even mentioned and like. Man if this version of Alchemist specially is brotherless-

Anyway I'll refrain from posting until I'm done watching that video but like. THEY GAVE ALCH LORE I REPEAT SHE HAS LORE-

[lennysfridge]

I (think) just sent something abt the osu team being hot - id like to mention that I am 7 drinks deep rn so a guy can be even remotely cute (especially if he has long hair) & I go 😍 do take whatever I said with a grain of salt

NO I COMPLETELY AGREE… we both have alch in our body 🤪 AND YES THE BOYS ARE HOT

[softichill]

bestie can I ask for vampire cookie headcanons I like seeing stuff

(idk I'm about to sleep but-)

Alrighty so I have these

Which u already know, but I do have some others I didn't mention in the above list;

Not only does he experience typical alcohol withdrawal symptoms when he hasn't had anything in a while, but he also experiences Extreme Dehydration alongside it!! Fantastic combination. 0/10 he would NOT recommend

I like to imagine that when he first turned he had that sort of Rabid First Hunger that a lot of people interpret newly-turned vampires to have, which kinda resulted in Alch just. Locking him in his room for a bit until he broke out and got into the wine cellar

He's begun scheduling hangouts with Sparkling and the other regulars outside of the bar

Has had to use secondhand alchemy knowledge from his sister in a pinch before

He likes to perch on windowsills. Makes him feel ✨mysterious✨

His go-to way of bonding with people is sharing a drink

[wall-legion]

From Darkness, A Light: Zanthe of Yrisa

Their contract wasn’t going to last beyond one progeny. Yrisa could tell that now, only a few months pregnant. Zynos was everything that the matchmaker her parents had hired had promised: a first class genius, well respected for his ideas and inventions, and he had an established krewe that brought in a very tidy income each month so they would be sure to live more than comfortably together. It was true that he was an Inquest agent, yes, but that wasn’t a deal breaker: everyone knew someone nowadays who was in the Inquest, didn’t they? She passed a hand over the gentle curve under her robes as she frowned. Her mother had asked about the gap between his last contract that had yielded progeny and now. The matchmaker said the woman had died doing fieldwork for her krewe, and Zynos had been so stricken by the tragedy he had not sought a contract for some time. It made sense... but it still seemed to pull at her ears nonetheless. That was over five years ago. Surely his family would have reminded him of his obligations? But regardless, she had agreed to contracting with him, and at first he had been charming and cordial. She had even been naive enough to mistake herself for falling in love with his mannerisms. But as soon as she showed the symptoms of being pregnant, the real Zynos appeared: he was actively cruel and condescending towards her, and he relished every opportunity to be that way. Every day there was a fresh insult about how unsightly the pregnancy made her body look, and how as soon as the progeny was born she had better make sure not to stay “round and intolerable”; how the progeny had better be at least as intelligent as he was, since she was nowhere near as clever as he was in spite of her graduating at the same rank as him; and how she never did anything right around the house. “One of these days,” he was fond of reminding her, “you will end up blowing this place up because you can’t clean up anything properly.” She could have ended it then and there, gone back home to her parents and delivered her son or daughter as a single parent. But she knew how they had worked to get her contracted to a prestigious asura, to make sure she had a progeny who would have better opportunities than she or her brother had been able to access in Rata Sum. As badly as she wanted to run back home, she wanted to stay for those same reasons for the future within her. So whenever Zynos left for the day to accompany his krewe to cogs knew what they were doing for the Inquest, she tried to do a better job cleaning up while quietly telling her growing stomach about all the wonderful accomplishments she was sure they would have. === Zanthe didn’t know why his parents weren’t like his friends’ parents. He knew that some parents fought sometimes, but his parents seemed to fight all the time. The eight year old trudged his way home from school, frowning to himself as he tried to puzzle this out. It always felt like Father thought Mother was doing things wrong, while Mother always acted like Father hated them both. But Father loved them. Right? Because that’s what fathers are supposed to do. One of the other progeny at school had mentioned that his mother had ended a contract early with a potential partner before her father because “they hadn’t clicked”. Maybe his parents weren’t clicking anymore. Maybe they weren’t clicking because of him. He came up on the house and let himself in. “I’m home!” he called. “I’m in my lab, Zan!” He set his school bag down and jogged to the back of the house, where his mother’s lab was set up. She had only just resumed working with her krewe in the years since Zanthe had started going to school full time, so she still did a lot of her work on golemancy cores from her lab in the house. “What’re you doing?” he asked as he climbed up onto the stool she had next to the workbench, and that he had designated as his since getting big enough to scale it successfully. “Testing new alchemical lubricants on the cores to minimize damage over time,” she answered without looking up. “How was school today?” “It was all right. Can I help?” “You can help by sitting still right there. There’s some pretty nasty stuff in these jars; I don’t want you getting burned or worse. Got it?” “Yes Mother,” he sighed. He rested his hands on his lab and tried to not fidget so he wouldn’t be a distraction. “What’s that one?” “It’s a combination of distilled yellow ooze, breeze rider venom, ground spark crystals and purified water,” she said as she began to slowly drip the concoction onto the golem core. The core began to vibrate gently, and then more aggressively, before starting to smoke. “Huh. I didn’t expect that for results-” She was reaching for her notes as she said this, just as the core exploded. The last thing Zanthe saw before searing pain consumed his vision and caused him to pass out was his mother tipping backwards off her own stool, a shard of golem core embedded in her chest. === Mortal, awaken. Zanthe felt himself stir, but something didn’t feel right. He felt... disconnected, for lack of a better word. Where am I? he asked without speaking. Am I dead like Mother? No, the other voice answered. You live, but only just. You have found your way into the Mists, however. What?! No, no, that’s- Zanthe tried to look around, but his vision was still black. I can’t be in the Mists and not dead, that’s not how it works! It is for a certain few, the voice countered. You are one of them. Now calm yourself. I must ask you a question. Zanthe swallowed hard and nodded. I’m ready. Do you think your mother’s death was an accident, young mortal? Speak true. His ears went straight up- or would, if he were actually in his body. I... my mother was too careful in her lab and with her calculations for something like that to happen. If it was an accident, it was not because of her doing. But... I know someone who I think would do injury to her. The voice let out a low chuckle. Mortal, I can read your mind and heart at this moment. You do more than think. You know him. I would ask one more question. I’m ready. Would you walk the world again so that he does not get the satisfaction of both your deaths? === Zanthe would not emerge from unconsciousness for another week after being found in the rubble of his mother’s lab still barely alive. When he finally did come to, the damage caused by the explosion and debris had rendered him permanently blind. Zynos was nowhere to be found. The boy went to live with his maternal grandparents, under the unspoken understanding that all of his mother’s dreams for him of achieving what she had not been able to were now out of reach due to his disability. The crueler and more heartless of Rata Sum would loudly comment on his presence whenever he was out, and how he was now of no use to society. Little did they know that they were only adding fuel to a fire they could not see, for the voice that Zanthe had spoken to in the Mists the day of his mother’s death was a demon that latched itself onto his pain and grief. As he grew and realized he could not apply for any of the colleges because of his blindness, he grew more frustrated and angry at the way his life had turned, and the demon just grew more powerful within. After both his grandparents had passed away, he bought a soldier’s kit of armor and weapons and left Rata Sum. After all, he had no reason to stay. He made his way east, meeting the sylvari Khaya and her partner Rhoslinn. They recognized there was a darkness in him and invited him into their guild, figuring friendship might help keep it at bay. It worked for a while: though the nameless one still whispered in the back of Zanthe’s head and gave him dark visions when he slept, during the day his thoughts were mostly his own unlike when he was in Rata Sum and had nothing to aspire to beyond being “the useless disabled asura”. More importantly, the guild was where he first met Qirri. He couldn’t tell you where they were all gathered, or what for, any longer, but he briefly caught the smell of something familiar and turned his head, suddenly homesick. “Old Rhukk’s G.O.N.E. Grease!” “What-?” Khaya said with a laugh. “It stands for Good On Nearly Everything,” someone female replied, “and yes, you’re right.” “I haven’t smelled that in ages,” he replied with a smile. “You can smell it on me? I just came in!” “Oh- uh. Blindness has advantages, I guess? Sometimes?” He shrugged, trying to not blush at how stupid he felt for admitting that he smelled her. “Are you two going to introduce yourselves? Or do I have to step over you, cub?” This was a new, deeper voice. It was the charr he’d met, the one that traveled with Khaya and Rhoslinn’s friend: Gary, maybe? “Oops! Sorry!” There was the pattering of feet (close footballs, a rhythm like he was used to hearing when he ran: was she an asura too?) and the smell of leather and faintly under that, ozone and medicinal herbs. “I’m Qirri of Pazz. Or Qirri Tinkerfirst now. That’s what most of the guild knows me as.” “I’m... just Zanthe.” He held his hand out, shaking hers when she took his. “So you are an asura. I, uh, guessed from you using Old Rhukk’s, but then your steps sounded asuran-” “You can tell someone’s race from how they walk? That’s amazing!” He shrugged, trying to ignore the sparkling feeling around his heart. “It’s just something I’ve learned...” “Still, it must really come in handy,” she continued, before pulling him over to sit down with the charr so they could all eat together. It was from that moment on he was absolutely smitten with the younger asura, though finding out that she was a Snaff Savant and a genius first-rank graduate put him off the idea of ever pursuing anything with her. She was worthy of someone her equal, and he was... not that. Any time they fought together, he would keep her safe and healthy, though. That was only fair to whoever would end up winning her heart. He thought that perhaps now, with a guild full of friends and a feeling of purpose, the demon would stay a sort of silent partner in the back of his head for the rest of his days. He thought wrong. The unnamed one grew louder as Zanthe fought through Orr and towards Zhaitan’s end, falling quiet again once the first dragon fell. Because of this, Zanthe thought perhaps the demon had been linked to Zhaitan’s or Orr’s magic and its hold was broken. As he joined the guild in Maguuma to take on Mordremoth, the unnamed one began to exceed Zanthe’s control and threatened to destroy the asura. It was when Rytlock returned from the Mists that the guild realized what had to be done: that Zanthe potentially could learn to become a revenant as Rytlock had in order to control the demon; or that he had to be taken to the Mists so the demon could be extracted from him and left there. After speaking to him for a few hours, Rytlock decided that he was capable enough to become a revenant and began training him. This would work long enough to keep the demon in control so the guild could take down Mordremoth, but at great personal cost: the loss of Eir and Trahearne, and Qirri falling so deathly ill that Garrus had to lug her back to Rata Sum with her sister Rissia and another asura in the guild, Vezz, close behind. Zanthe trained relentlessly to try and control the demon, but could only just suppress him. Finally, Rytlock suggested reaching out to the Mists to channel another spirit, to see if another would come to him and offer their support in opposition to the demon. In spite of his reservations about the idea, Zanthe sat down to meditate and open himself to the Mists; two hours later, he arose exhausted but looking calmer. “Ventari has come to me,” he told Rytlock. “I think that will do for now.” Zanthe now finds himself in Cantha, in the Dragonwatch krewe (how, he wonders, he never went to college), and with an arrangement that is no longer working since all the unbound magic and Void and what have you floating around is making the unnamed one get louder than ever. Thankfully he’s still the one in charge of his voice... as of now.

[sparkvamp]

Wait if Almond ( I think ) is Sparkling's father and Walnut is his little sister then who's Vampire's parents or are they dead? ( And does he have any siblings other than Alchemist dead or alive? )

i dont really have too many hcs about the grape parents . i have a design for a Vampie n Alchs mom oc but i never shared it and i dont think about her a lot. For one specific comic i mentioned that both their parents died. I also dont think they have other siblings

[st-dionysus]

Enjoying an extra wet and extra dirty martini.

[narcvampp]

Vent

Drug / alch mentions

I feel like absolute crap and I need to rip my skin off HGG.

Our fiancé barely fucking talks to us anymore and goes offline when we talk in a mutual server, we know our crush doesn't want us in the way we want him, things only seem to be going right with our boyfriend. Which of course, thats amazing, we adore our boyfriend, but the other two are there for a reason??

The feeling that comes from being ignored or pushed to the side makes me sick. I'm supposed to be their nmbr 1 but instead I feel like they dont even care about me at all??

I want to break shit and throw things and bash my head into the wall but no! I have to be perfect and normal around our fucking family because if we don't behave we'll probably get our phone taken away instead of our mom actually caring about us and our mental health.

I want to drink and get high until the pain goes away because it's the only thing that makes me feel better. I feel fucking crazy for being this way but???eughh.

[returntosaturn271995]

Friday, June 30th: An average(d) day

Reading: Another large section of Fourth Wing, yay it’s getting spicy! 8/10 for diving in and highlighting the best quotes. 

Writing: A little half-assery in this list, but hey! I’m here. 

Cooking: Outdid myself with shrimp and poblano pepper tacos with peach salsa and lime crema. 10/10 baby. 

Political Awareness: Schooled Dasha on Russian news and not going to lie I’m smug about it. Also the Supreme Court is issuing rulings faster than you can say “Why is Clarence Thomas still on the bench?”

Loving relationships: Caught up with Katie, Hannah gave me a scrubber for my hideously flaking sunburn, Josh is being very flirty and in to me, Maddy flew in to town last night, movie with Natalie on the 3rd, Kelly’s birthday on the 4th, Kiera’s birthday on the 8th, and my family is healthy, happy and relaxed. 

Getting outside: Ooooh mainly just took the trash out, I mentioned the sunburn right? 1/10

Dressing with style: Rocked a sunset colored triangle bikini and silk green skirt. 5/10

Cleaning: Redid bedding, ran the dishwasher, unloaded it, wiped down kitchen. 8/10. 

Organization: Applied, checked gmail, paid off credit card and electric bills. 8/10.

Yoga: Just completed a 27 minute intro with minor bitching from the inside of my head. 

Meditation: 10 minutes on the benefits of meditating even when you don’t feel like it. Similarly to exercise, just because you feel like it’s not working- the steps still count even when you’re not on your game. If nothing else you’re building persistence. 7/10.

Comedy: “A 30 year old man will brush his dog teeth and feed it blueberries, and he can’t text you back? He’s capable of special attention, just not for you.” 

Healthy food/less alch: No drinking tonight, homemade food with shrimp and veggies and tortilla. 8/10

New Experience: Watching “The other 2″ on Netflix, new yoga practice, new recipe, new podcast episode of MFM! 5/10

[cassiopeiathewraith]

Some things that makes me more inclined to watch kdramas than american/british (for comparison: alch*my of souls vs sh*dow and bone) shows these days:

- kdramas actors go all in, they are committed to the bit and maybe the script helps, it allows them to be more emotional

- sometimes western actors looks like they’re kinda embarrassed to be there - things are a bit restrained

- the visuals on how they shot the scenes. Most kdramas if you pause them frame by frame they would all look visually pleasing.

- sh*dow and bone (and You!!) looks like the scenes were shot just for the sake of being shot. Not to mention how visually dark it is, with the lights on the only thing I’m watching is my reflection

[factsmoon]

Auto typer for discord mobile

With this lightweight application, you can easily automate tasks on PCs. Like complicated programs, this one doesn’t require you to possess technical skills or scripting knowledge. TinyTask is a straightforward, simple, and easy to use application. Automate repetitive processes within a couple of clicks With the TinyTask download, you can save a good amount of your time, directly impacting your efficiency and productivity.

In fact, it doesn’t even require coding or scripting for automating processes. As the name suggests, the app is lightweight and doesn’t require more than a few seconds for installation. The program lets you record processes, which can be used as macros with the click of a button. With this free Windows automation tool, you can easily record and repeat actions. TinyTask is one of the most useful tools for Windows users, especially the ones who are often troubled by repetitive tasks. If the button returned of the result is "Quit" then (this means that if you press quit, you end the program)Įxit repeat (see above, this is exiting the loop function)Įnd if (this ends the If part of the program)Įnd tell (remember at the beginning where it says "tell application "system events"? yeah, this shuts that down, thus completing the cycle and shutting down the whole app.Swati Mishra Updated 7 months ago An easy-to-use Windows automation tool displays the text "do you want to quit" as well. Paste the following code into the applescript window that opens:ĭisplay dialog "What to say:" default answer ""ĭisplay dialog "Do you want to quit?" buttons default button 2 (this makes 2 buttons, so that you have an option to quit or continue. Open the utilities folder, and find the utility called "AppleScript Editor". So, first you have to go into your applications folder, and scroll down to the bottom, where there should be another folder, called "utilities" You have to build it yourself, but this is very easy. Hello everyone, here is an updated version of my auto typer for mac. I know it kinda slows you down, but I got banned for 14 days just for auto'ing for a hour. I'm not saying this is shit, as it's not only designed for runescape, but if you do use it for runescape take CONSTANT breaks and leave it off for about 5 minutes after you've done it for about 40. I used to use this all the time, then I got 94 mage and decided to barrage, but I've been doing some RSPS Coding and made about 40M in RSGP, and I went to buy my runes to alch to 99 again, I left on the auto clicker for about a hour only and logged me out, I try to log back in and it tells me My Account has been Disabled, for macro'ing. This used too work very good, runescape didn't expect anything, but now their team is on this 24/7, they have scripts that now alert them when a player is macro'ing. in their logs they see a bunch of clicks at the same coordinates and nothing else. Yeah no way imagine how easy it would be for jagex to detect this. It's a AUTO-TYPER and a AUTO-CLICKER, it can automaticly type or click anything.It is not just designed for Runescape.Ī: Then you should go out and buy a Rolex. Q: Can the auto clicker/typer work on other games besides runescape?Ī: This can work on anything, as simply as note pad. If you try mining with the auto clicker.then that in it's self is pointless, It wont drop/bank anything for you, not to mention it CANNOT DO RANDOM EVENTS.Ī: Sure, but don't be stupid and let it alch for you at 1.6 seconds for 100 hours, and I'm sure you will be OK. An example of this could be clicking alch every 1.6 seconds. Q: Can this auto clicker bot skills for you?Ī: it's not a bot, it simply clicks. Q: Can i set the auto-typer to click faster then. Q: How come there's no download button for clicker?Ī: Yes there is, click save instead of open, noob.

[iil-nonbinary-baby-bitch]

Y’all ever been D RUNK