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ohhhh my god

oh my fucking god is SO right~🎃

[generousglitterbarbarian]

Fixed.

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Brainrot check list

list of the things that are currently rotting my brain :3

tag ur mutuals to see what’s rotting their brains >:3

@ranboothesillyartist @raccoon-in-a-dumpster @sotogalmo @maecraft @spideygal @spydrrr @beansbaskst @seagull-dustin @i-like-cats-and-stars49 @ascendeddd @astertheabbs @pansexualcake9 @deadpuppetboi @kaycode1999 @sk3llyr4yr4t

securitywaiter

fucking Mike x Ness crack ship form the FNAF movie that has wiggled its way into my head

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Puppet!Garrett

The angst and pain of this has forced itself into my head and it now lives rent free

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shellshocked

Another crack ship that has found its way into my mind. Using its fluff and angst to stay (the ship being Mikey x Miles 🤭) (I may be cringe but I am free)

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void!Penny

this TAWOG au is just so.. FUCKIng……HrdFfJbBjnJnhH I can’t (Void!penny my beloved)

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Zombie!Ghost

I love all the angst fanfics that sprouted from this not a fan of all the smut but. . . you win some you lose some

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t h e b r a i n r o t s h a l c o n s u m e

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Setting Prompts

A. Something about this place screams “probably not haunted but don’t stick around to find out”. 

B. Thank you for taking me to the aquarium for my birthday. I am gonna be a freak in the gift shop about it.

C. Nothing at this carnival is going to cheer me up so don’t even try. Except…

D. You cannot keep making secret agent music with your mouth if you don’t want to get us arrested. I can fill golf course holes with cement without you.

E. Admittedly this was a bad place for a picnic, but on the other hand, I’m having a great time and no regrets. 

F. Oh god, oh Jesus, what is that?? Oh, just a bunny. OH NO OH HELP WHAT IS THAT-

G. This real estate is giving mad Hansel and Gretel vibes rn and I will lick the walls if no one stops me?

H. Okay, while they do actual serious errands, our goal is to find a collection of objects under fifty dollars that will definitely, absolutely implicate us in a premeditated murder. And…break!

I. Nothing says “let’s get ice cream” like baseball sized hail. 

J. If you don’t want to get in trouble for playing hide and seek in the fancy department store, you gotta hide better, duh.

K. I’m sorry I spilled nacho cheese in the jewelry store. It might happen again.

L. I’m having a crisis in the craft store. Again.

M. No, I’m not going to sell you this fish. Please leave the store.

N. So it was just supposed to be a little funny ha-ha joke but we put [counts on fingers] like quadruple the appropriate amount of bubble bath in the fountain…

O. I refuse to have some kind of epiphany about this divine experience. I did not ask to be awake at dawn and I would not be awake at dawn if I had a choice about it.

P. So you know how you were like, no way is it possible to fill a pool with Jello? Well,

Q. No, sorry, I’ve been banned from the candy store. Yep. And the bookstore. Uhuh. I’m really sorry, I have also been banned from-

R. Call back later, I’m spending my life savings in the arcade. No, I promise I’m being so normal about it. This has nothing to do with my child enemy. No, no, I promise!

S. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little dumpster diving. Just be less stupid about it maybe?

T. I’m afraid of heights, is the problem? Which I was not aware of until I got up here. 

U. Oh man, I want to join their backyard barbeque so bad. Do you think I can pass for a cousin? Surely they don’t know all their cousins. Look at all the fun they’re having, oh man… 

V. I didn’t expect the world to end in the coffee shop, but here I am…

W. You keep asking why I’m wet and not how was the sea? Was the sea fun? Did you meet a mermaid and join a mermaid party and almost drown? No, I don’t want to talk about it now.

X. Admittedly my coworkers don’t suck, it’s just the job that’s cuckoo banana-nut-muffins bonkers insane. 

Y. Why do I feel like this place is so fancy, they’re gonna hand me a receipt for the air I breathed while I was here? 

Z. Hurry up and figure things out, before I get fired from a second morgue. Please?

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22 for your OCs?

"ma-king me s-uch a bas-tard-"

"hey, you're the one who dragged me into this!" they both skid around the corner, duck behind the conveniently placed dumpster and watch the night guards run right past. rose laughs breathlessly, eyes bright behind their mask.

"i cannot believe we keep getting away with this."

"we're ju-st too g-ood fo-r the-m - pl-ay cop-s a-nd robbers - no o-ne c-an catch u-s!" they lean heavily against briar's side, careful not to catch any of their cloth's thorns on his, relish the warm points of contact on an otherwise cold night. hands wrapped tight around their newest score - a wonderfully crafted golden headpiece, now going to the highest bidder or whatever elegy decides to do with them - briar grins, all teeth, at the nightsky.

"onc-e in a li-fetime -" rose lands a heavy hand on the back of his neck and cuts him off, pulls him down to their level to knock their heads together. it smarts, but they both can't help but grin at the other, adrenaline still running high.

"you and me, a hundred years, greatest criminals on this side of the continent," briar laughs, too loud but neither seem to care, "and there ain't no police force anywhere that could catch us!"

in a spur of the moment, adrenaline fueled urge to let out somekind of energy, he tips his head back and howls at the sky. rose's hand spasms against the back of his neck as they jerk back in surprise, before they laugh and do exactly the same thing.

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The Comedian - Split Ends

WORD COUNT: 1,592

SUMMARY: Trajes tries to make arrangements, but a roadblock prompts a self-care visit to a place of comfort and a meeting with an old friend. Mentions of Ashter Faurux from @memurfevur (Story begins under the cut)

“Missus Kalzir, I--“

“-DIctIr Kalzir. And, as I instructed befIre, I can’t even begin to think why any If this is my prIblem. NI means n|, even in y|ur kind’s language.”

The waiting room was abustle. Wrigglers hissed and nursed their bruised mandibular sockets with invasive grey tongues. Whimpers rose from some chairs in clouds. Trajes’ attention only loosely included them in his universe, though he was more than protected from view by transparent glass that housed the reception booth.

“I admit, it’d be more cramped on room than I first thought, but--“

“There’s nIthing mIre tI discuss. I take my jIb seriIusly.” The Cerulean huffed, an extra eye on his ear seeming to bristle with agitation. “This is a h|spital, and last I checked it will c|ntinue t| be that, and |nly that. N|w, if a pr|per venue is what y|u need, I’d suggest the bar seven minutes away. |r, better yet, the brick wall it’s attached t|.”

He would have normally shrugged such derisive remarks away, but the two beefy biceps strangling both his armpits made the motion difficult. “I can promise you--. I sent my references to Mister Ianoni three days ago--! I’ve never had a problem with this before, I have plenty of references--! Name one--! You, Tiny Timmie, ask me a hospital in the--!“

“C’mon, little guy, let’s go.” One of the lugs murmured between pastrami wheezes.

“Wait--! Wait, okay, just--!” Trajes wriggled a little in the air as he was hoisted up. “I can send a follow-up, that’s fine--! But you at least remember the other thing I asked for, right--?”

“And that’s an|ther thing with y|u.” The Cerulean glowered, arms crossing over her surgical gown. “It’s bad en|ugh t| have a l|ne cullbait like y|u l||se in the |perating r||m-“

“-Theatre--!”

“-but what use d| y|u even have f|r a bag |f hair??” 

Trajes’ eyebrows lifted in surprise beneath his mask, as if the mystery was obvious to her. “Well I’m not doing anything weird with it, I promise! Besides, it’s not like your patients need it anymore, it’s practically running off their heads--!”

“Y|u make chem|therapy j|kes at y|ur h|spital gig? G|gdamn shall|w-“

“Can you just--? Please get it--? Please--?”

“This c|nversati|n is |ver. This isn't an asylum, and I d|n't deal with nutcases. Lads, n| need t| take the elevat|r, let him take a dunk!”

“Dunk--? Your--...your hospital has a swimming pool--??” As Trajes was carried down the hallway, he beamed. “That’s great material, why didn’t you tell me earlier--??”

Dr. Kalzir simply shook her head with disapproval and vanished around the corner.

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They did not, in fact, have a swimming pool in the hospital. Apparently take a swim had meant Trajes getting stuffed down a small rectangular chute on the other side of the hallway that led thirty stories down in claustrophobic darkness. Trajes bumped and fell through the duct yelping with dismay for 45 seconds, waiting to hear the splat of his bones on the pavement, but instead he was met with the cushy embrace of at least four dozen black garbage bags of used medical equipment. The Pyrite rubbed his elbows, scraped from contact with the metal, and smoothed out his hair. 

“Well……that’s one way to make an exit--!” Despite the heart-dropping plunge his humour quickly returned, and he popped forward on his knee, quickly adjusting to avoid the puncture of an errant syringe needle poking from a biowaste container, and peeped from the dumpster’s skyward opening.

He was on the side of the tall building, and as he remembered…yup! His cherry-red bike of 3 sweeps was still propped against the adjacent wall, waving him out. 

But before that…the doctor’s words spawned a thought, and he looked back to the bags and quickly began glancing through the bundles of refuse, giving a rough feel through the contents. Diapers, diapers, dressing gowns, face masks, IV bags. 

Seconds turned to minutes, but there was no luck. Sourness puckered at his lips, and the stink clung to him just as much as the shame did. He…hadn’t done it. He’d failed. Failed again.

Failure, failure...failure...f-failure...his chest started to feel tight, arms quaking. C'mon, keep it together, this is nothing, this is...

A buzzing from his pocket, though, distracted him just as the first traces of a tear started to fill an eye. 

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& <( Did the doctor cooperate?)

Well, shit, he was hoping for a moment’s notice before she tried to pry. Sometimes, it felt like she knew exactly when he needed her advice; maybe that was a power she’d never told him? Or there was a security camera in the garbage chute…

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If cooperate you mean a) say no to everything and b) make me never want to go skydiving for the rest of my existence--…

then yeah, it went swimmingly--. I was so excited to see the pool too--. 8(

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& <( The resident must still be dodging his shift for bucket smuggling. It sounds like you’ve been through an ordeal. Does it hurt your feelings?)

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It feels--…

I just don’t feel good--.

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& <( Leave it in my hands, Trajes. I’ll straighten this out for you. Do you want a milkshake? I can transfer you some credit.)

Trajes clambered over the edge, avoiding twisting his ankle on the low slope in the guttered alcove. The thought gave him some peace. Tomorrow, the mean lady would not be so mean; he knew how Superego went about her business by now.

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I want to go be with Zaldes right now--.

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& <( Are you positive? Don’t be afraid to message your brother either though.)

& <( If you’re sure, send my best wishes to their spirit. I’ll let you know about the show tomorrow)

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Yeah--.

Trajes lodged his flip phone back into his pocket, and grabbed his handle-bars, gripping the rubber tighter than he needed.

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He’d grabbed the last ziplock of hair from his hive before making the short cycle down across the familiar path. Through the graveyard, past the whole in the chain link fence. Dodge the poison ivy whacking at your bangs and try not to spill your lunch for the five minutes of jerking up and down on bump rocky dirt.

Planted between autumn leaves was the tree stump where Zaldes was buried. This had once been desolate not so long ago: the arborists had made the area look much better than the desolation that once tattooed its sickly vertebrae. In the heart of the stump, Trajes placed his offering with the many others.

“Hey--! Hey, Zaldes--!” He cooed, like waking him from a nap, his fingers knitted and eyelids weary. “How’re ya, buddy pally chummy--? I hope you aren’t too lonely--…

“Anyways, look--…I know it’s been two weeks this time, so you’ve probably been wondering how I’m doing--! And, well, I’m--…” He sniffed, grinning and looking up past the treeline. “I’m doing super--! You know, I--…I met my brother—!”

He clapped to the silent audience. “I met him, finally, like I said I would, and he--…doesn’t outright hate me, I think--! That was kind of a given, you know how my energy is, my natural charm and wit, but I was really afraid at first, you know--?

“Buuuut he saw my show, oh yeaa--! The other day, actually, and he said he enjoyed it--! Not his sense of humour, but he saw the merit--! Yeah, oh, he’s a gamer, and he wears muscle shirts, and has lots of quads, and a fluffy mohawk--! You’d appreciate him, he’s really stand-up, honest and caring, not low self-esteem whatsoever, not a trace--. What else, what else--? Superego's doing great--...uumm--...

Trajes paused, feeling like he could sense the appreciation from the soil. His arms fell to his side as he looked down. The seconds ticked and locked by, tip of tongue in between teeth. 

“I miss you--………I know I--…say that, every time, but I--…do miss you, still, Zaldes--…wish I could hear you being proud of me, you know--? Wish I could know everything is going to be okay--. I’m not a wriggler anymore, I can take care of myself, but--…just--...it'd be nice--...”

………

.........

Are you even there? His thoughts poked at the endothelium of his skull, lips pursing. Am I even talking to you right now?

........

The moment of self-reflection passed though as his lips puckered, and Trajes clenched his fists and forced a smile. “Sorry, sorry--! Don’t worry, I shouldn’t ask you for so much, you’re already so busy in the afterlife--! Getting five trolls for every quad, drinking Cruel-Aid in a jacuzzi, telling tall tales to every ear that hears--! Ohahahaha, you rascal bastard, don’t ever stop, stay wild for me, alright--? I’ll hold you to it--! And I promise, next time, I'll bring you some of that cobbler from Chacho's--! I know you've been wanting it--!!” 

Bubbly as ever, Trajes clicked his fingers and winked, then grabbed his bike and left the sacred place to the mnemonics of chirp-beast song and the peeking eyes of the moons. His latest donation of hair shifted in the wind as he rang his dingy bicycle bell and headed hive.

[babyawacs]

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Ough top turn on? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh pathetic men and gruff men. Like. HBO series Joel Miller could breath in my direction and I'd be wetter than racoon in a fast food dumpster. And vice versa, pathetic little men who moan and groan and whine and wiggle around begging for you just. I want to eat them.

Top 10

1. Pathetic / Greff Men

2. Respectfulness

3. Soft / Sleepy Voice

4. Confidence

5. Ignorance in regards to being super hot

6. MUSCLE TANKS

7. Whining. Whining. Whining.

8. Puppy Dog Eyes

9. Grabable Hair

10. m u s c l e s

[celeatiallenses]

(Author note: This tape contains some disturbing descriptions)

---C A M E R A M A N, T A P E 1 3---

---"Stalker"---

"Thursday night, I strolled along the street.There was a chill in the air that foretold of a change from summer to fall. Not that the temperature meant anything to me, for I always feel cold on the inside. There always feels like their is an emptiness inside of me, a missed opportunity some would say. I would rather not speak of it, for I feel to dumb to speak of matters like that. I am just a rat of a young man, living in a trash yard who spends 9 hours working at a pizza parlor, just to survive. Don't feel bad for me though, I am living a humble and simple life. Yet I say this to myself to quite an instinct inside of me."

"I am heading to the trash yard late at night, when I notice a bright light in the sky. When I come close, I am horrified to see the entirety of place ablaze, fire rearing high into the night. Several people lay dead, their body torched by the heat of the flames. Firefighters were panicking, trying to put out the flames. I stood back in silence, shocked by the damage that lay before me."

"How I wished there were celestials when I needed them. I slept under a tall bridge that night, hoping that I would wake up, forget the whole incident, and continue with my daily monotony."

"It didn't get better. While I was heading on my way to work, I saw crude, chalk drawings all along the walls of buildings and public displays. I was mortified that they all mentioned my name. They all slandered my name and told I must be punished. I was thoroughly scared."

"That same day after work, I could sense something watching me as I walked through the park. I briefly glanced over and felt a lump rise in my throat. In the moment I looked, I saw everyone at the park looking toward me. I hiked up my bag and doubled my pace through the park."

"That night, I was sleeping fitfully inside a dumpster when I heard a gunshots from outside. Then a loud man voiced yelled 'If you knew what was good for you, you would have told me where he was pipsqueak! We need to find him before Saturday or we're all dead dogs!' The next morning, there was dead man right outside of the dumpster."

"I was shaken the next day, as I walked along towards work. It felt like there was someone out to get me. I turned left and right trying to spot if anyone was pursuing me. My dread increased as I looked ahead and saw a group of men, all carrying bats interrogating some citizens. I silently ducked down an alley to get away from the men."

"I finally made it to work and was doing my job just fine. I was sorting the cash, when I heard one of the workers call me to the back. Tony took my place and I went into the backrooms to help the worker. All the sudden, I felt the vitality drain from my limbs and I fell to the flow gasping as a red smoke surrounded me in a cloud. As I struggled to get back up, I saw the form of a child walking toward me. I panicked, fighting to get back up but it was useless. The child bent over me and got a good look at his face. It was horrifying, empty, black voids for eyes and a gaping, smiling mouth that raped with every breath. The child bent down grabbed my arms and with unnatural strength, dragged me through toward the darker parts of the backroom. I began to pass out from the smoke and lost all consciousness. Before I fell asleep I heard the child whisper to me. 'THIRTEEN. I HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS WITH YOU.'"

---C O N C L U D E---

[sighknee]

I always leave the curtains open. I love giving the construction workers across the street a nice show.

I feel so bad that they have to work so hard all day, the least I can do is let them have a nice show. I can feel their eyes on me when I change in front of the window. I know they’re looking at my tits.

I love spreading my legs for them and showing them my pink leaky pussy. Sometimes I open the window so they can hear me moaning for them. I know they appreciate it when they watch me walk past.

They love it when I’m washing my windows in my bra and panties. I love giving them a good show.

I just want to be used by all of them. I want to be on my knees on the hard concrete of the construction site and be tossed around. I want them to use me to relieve themselves. I want to have my pussy filled by every single one of them. I can just imagine them taking turns with their hard hats on and getting back to work so relaxed.

I just want to help the hardworking men.

[cryptidofthekeys]

Friendo Chaaaaaaaase

Do you have a favourite piece of LOOOOOOORE for your OCs that you're itching to sharing with somebody?

<3 - Mitch

*STARING AT YOU INTENSELY*

Y E S- I mean, ahem, yes- yes I do- I am totally normal about my OCs and sonas and things- mhm,, anyways-

Uh it's hard for me to talk about one without hearing like a specific name involved (I have a LOT of OCs/Sonas Friendo Mitch gfjdkdfks)

But I can try to for this post- And ya know since Spooky Month has literally just latched onto me and wont let me go no matter where I try- I'll talk about CC, I WAS going to talk about Alan too but this post will already be too long but if ya want to really hear about Alan too u or someone can send an ask)

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(A keep reading bc this is going to be a long one, Friendo Mitch so prepare yourself!!! You and others betta prepare!!! Also edit: I realized you said Favorite piece of lore gjkfddkfjsd I apologize in advance for this clusterfuck of a post y'all are about to see)

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ALSO ALSO TWs: Mentions of Kidnapping, Drugging, Murder/Animal Murder, and Cannibalism (the lads WILL be the lads)

CC of course for starters because he is well, hes not the OG (I think a lot of people if they pay attention to my content would think CC's the og spooky month oc/sona of mine but nope, the FIRST SM Character I made was a pathetic wet cat of a man named Frederick but he has no lore, thats the point- anyways)

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CC is the one I use for selfshipping purposes most of the time,, hes- okay well hes oblivious to the danger HE could be in/has been in, he's a dumb luck dude who has survived by that ALONE, I feel kinda bad bc he has no like,, hes not related to anything canon in the spookyverse,, like hes got no part to play in the canon storyline in the long run-

So keep in mind this is all PURELY me, my canon gfhjdkdjfs

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The first one CC met of the bunch of stinky bastards was Dexter, unlike in canon- Dexter was found by CC in the dumpster, like he literally took a look at this perfectly in good condition and cute doll and said ...Aww, your cute- you're coming home with me! (Dumb idiot didn't even see the box had been stabbed with a knife so many times)

So he brought Dex home, got him cleaned up n stuff, completely unaware Dexter is sentient and ya know,, alive,, and he just goes about his night completely fucking oblivious to the doll trying to kill him (Btw, CC has three dogs, Cash, Winnie The Pooch, and Tootsie Roll)

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Dex when he couldn't get to CC ...Well, he is kinda,, not the greatest for animals but the moment CC saw this, he fucking slammed that tiny bitch against the wall like "OH H E L L NO, NOT M Y BABIES..." Instead of like ya know being normal and trying to throw Dex out, he tells Dexter to go let off some fucking steam and then come back when hes done so they can talk

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Dex is shocked and completely dumbfounded that CC tells him to come b a c k but because Dexter is genuinely a lil curious even tho he denied it, he does so- and comes back and CC lays down the law for Dexter, that if hes gonna be staying here, his dogs are OFF limits, you cant hurt his sons

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Dexter is completely at a loss and goes basically like WTF DO YOU MEAN IF IM GOING TO STAY HERE, WHY ARENT YOU KICKING ME OUT? WHY DONT YOU LIKE HATE ME,, OR FEAR ME OR SOMETHING- (oh btw I forgot to mention CC had called Dex a cute doll, cute, adorable, etc before this incident took place,, which is a big thing bc in canon peeps usually call him an ugly doll which ...he is but i love him)

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CC just shrugs at him and tells him that he likes him, he thinks hes kinda cute, he seems like good company when hes not angry n such and Dex just goes . . . . . . Alright, fine, deal- fhjgdkdgjfs and that's how CC acquires husband number u n o (I do have an AU where CC dates Dexter when hes not possessing that Happy Fella Doll, literally nothing special its just an AU where Dex is alive)

Dexter also felt guilty for how they first met for the longest time, apologizing and making it up to CC in the long run, hell even now he can get a little scared sometimes that he'll wind up losing control (even tho Bob and or Frank have both said they'll fucking punt him if he tries ...CC didn't approve of that...)

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CC has made Dexter his old exterminating outfit as well, he seen ADs and pictures of what Dex looked like before the doll possession (he has found that bit out,, I forgot gfhfjkdfgds he found that bit out and feels terrible for Dexter, the way he went and now that hes stuck in a body he'd rather not have)

So CC decided to sew up a lil present for Dexter, he made the old exterminating outfit and even his fucking bag to the best of his ability, when he showed Dexter that surprise, he literally fucking cried and hugged CC so much after that

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Next up, CC met Frank in quite possibly the dumbest way possible,, CC loves to stroll at night alone and he saw an ice cream truck in the distance, he got excited in hopes he'd get some late night sweets, and he knocked on the window ...When nobody answered he got curious, wondering if this was abandoned orrr not

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It's not... He goes inside only to discover Frank, literally... Well doing his stuff, the kidnapping thing- the druggin bit- ya know,, EITHER WAY- CC saw this, Frank looked back at him (them silly lil fnaf lookin ass eyes just wide as could be) CC was standing there before literally just blinking and being like ...wow,, your hot, and tall, and beefy anyways can I get some ice cream big guy???

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Frank deadpans at CC (HE SAYS THAT BTW, OUT LOUD, NO FILTER) and just literally blinks before grinning "Hehe... Sure..." CC's encounter with Frank was the most fucking tame one out of the bunch, Frank did question if CC was going to tell anyone bout this but CC just shook his head 'nah man, idc lol oop' and then Frank gave him a fucking ice cream, free of charge

...NOT- NOTHINGS IN IT BTW DONT WORRY GHJFKJGFHDFKS its legit just actual ice cream

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CC then wanders off after that but Frank p much comes back to chill and hang with CC ...He does have some major beef with Dexter when he sees him at first tho like ...YOU, YOUR THE ONE THAT BIT ME, YEAH AND YOUR THE ONE THAT PUNCHED ME (before they became buddies with one another, when CC was not around, they'd fuckin fight,, have a full on smackdown and then when CC was around they'd act like angels)

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After awhile of hanging out, I don't have specifics on how it happened actually, but there's husband number 2 for CC- and then finally,, the one you'll be a lil familiar with Friendo Mitch!! Its Bob time!!

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Sooo CC and the two lads, Frank n Dex went to Boys n Grills bc they h u n g y, Frank drove em of course in his van,, they got inside, immediately noticed CC has a fucking crush on the big guy and just INSTANTLY tease him about it (Btw if I haven't made it crystal clear, CC is Polyamorous)

CC gets a lil shy bc the boys are fucking teasing him over this and then they order food, CC orders just fries bc he cant eat burgers or his tummy hurty, Dexter doesn't eat bc well, hes a doll now- and Frank gets a burger

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After they ate, the two literally fucking let CC work his magic,, just being like you got this lil man,, before they just fucking left (...JUST BACK TO THE VAN HJGFKDJDGF T-THEY DIDNT LEAVE HIM A T BOYS AND GRILLS) and then CC was alone with Bob.

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Bob had been noticing CC was shy with him this entire time,, he had noticed it from the start and well all I'll say is the fucker didnt help matters- but also he thought CC was nervous about him which is why he decided to try scarin CC with some of his cannibal facts but CC is again a fucking dumbass

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He INSTANTLY lights up and takes out a notepad and goes "Tell me more!" he's interested in the facts bc well hes a horror writer and Bob is giving him some good pointers for that topic ...Bob actually gets a lil happy someone enjoys his facts for once but also weirded out bc wtf ur supposed to be scared? ...He tells him facts for a bit before CC says he has to go, that it was nice meeting him!

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Later that night... Bob in his true fashion had broken into CC's home bc I mean, if I haven't established it also yet,, I have picked the worst three to latch onto, they aren't good (...well to CC they are, I need to clarify btw, they are NOT mean or abusive or some weird shit to CC, they are genuinely loving, caring partners to him BUT!!! CC is not going to try and change them either, he loves them just for them, he's kinda,, mm I wanna say CC is morally grey if thats the right term to use,, bc he wont necessarily do anything bad ..Unless you hurt his dogs or husbands... but usually he's morally grey)

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ANYWAYS- Dexter heard it but he just thought it was one of CC's dogs messing around, bc he also heard some barking from the dogs, he knew Cash sometimes gets late night zoomies, but a few mins after CC gets up bc sometimes he cant sleep and just decides fuck it, imma head out-

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so CC heads into the kitchen to get himself some water and then encounters a big ol devil fella, breathing heavily and standing there in the kitchen, turning to face him, before Bob can even say a fact, CC waves with a polite smile "Oh hey Bob, what's up?" The man fucking looks shocked "...How'd ya know it was me?!"

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CC woulda chuckled at that and been like "The eyes, the smile, the heavy breathing" Bob gets a bit angry bc like ok how dare you not be fuckin scared of me I BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE, I CAN LITERALLY COOK YOU IN YOUR OWN KITCHEN-

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CC isn't scared, he just says Bob is hot and then goes past him, giving him a pat on the cheek to get something to drink from the fridge, Bob is just,, steaming over there,, like wtf is wrong with this guy,, he has no idea he could be in literal danger rn- CC is just treating him so friendly, kindly, either way- CC offers Bob some candy by the end of this

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Bob just sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before just taking the candy bowl in its entirety and just munching down with a grin- hes sitting at the table with CC whose drinking some milk while Dexter gets up and Frank does, they see CC sitting here with the fucking Devil Butcher himself

and they just scream "CC,, THATS THE GODDAMN CANNIBAL FROM THE NEWS, WTH ARE YOU DOING?" CC just shakes his head "It's fine, it's just Bob" and then Dexter and Frank realize "...wait shit fr?" Bob takes his mask off and just goes "Sup?"

...And so husband number three slowly gets required, not right off the bat btw,, CC didn't just automatically form a relationship fgjkdlgdjfsd thats not how it works

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A funny bit I had for CC meeting Bob lore was that Frank talked to Bob afterwards like "So your that cannibal, yeah?" Bob nods "Mhm, did ya enjoy your burger, big man?" Frank is drinking something and then pauses as he slowly turns to Bob "...What was in that burger?" Bob doesn't answer, he just grins and Frank just turns to him fully in fear "BOB, WHAT WAS IN MY FUCKING BURGER...?!"

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CC's 'lore' and this entire bit of 'lore' is literally just so fucking silly,, this is so OOC compared to literally ANYTHING canon but like I said,, CC was never made to go for any canonical spooky month storyline,, he was just made for one: My little selfshipper heart

The Silliest Lads get into all sorts of shenanigans behind the scenes,, I just have nothing posted about it vjklcfjhdfksld

now if you want something a BIT closer to any sort of canon bullshit in SM, well, if you or anyone else asks/sends another ask,, I'll talk about Alan next, he's got a storyline attached to Bob but its WAY MORE in character and canonical

I WILL WARN THO BEFOREHAND- Again,, that will also have cannibalism talk and its actually some pretty dark shit,, hes the angst OC I got,, hes been used for nothin but angst

@kayfabebabe

Also tagging you just in case bc I didn't type this up for tumblr just not to notify ya lmao,, thank you btw for asking Friendo Mitch!!! Ya got me all happy and just exhilarated to talk about my funky lil guy here! <3

[basilpaste]

too late its happening. i tried to not repeat artists and to like. mmmostly avoid Huge Internet Artists (so no mitski, phobe bridgers, will wood, mother mother, and similar likes)

a - american spirits, drumming bird

b - bitchboy, the oozes

c - cops / dogs, destructo disk

d - dumpster, penelope scott

e - el principito, ajj

f - ive changed f like five times now. fading kitten syndrome, roar

g - gallery piece, of montreal

h - hand over hand, roland faunte

i - if i were you id be throwing up, crywank

j - jacket over hoodie over shirt, kissyourfriends

k - kill the director, the wombats

l - lights off, ace of hearts

m - melt, lovepoint

n - neptune, sleeping at last

o - oats we sow, gregory and the hawk (bonus: overgrown garden, beetlebug)

p - persephone, sidney gish

q - queer as in fuck you, dog park dissidents

r - rule #3 - paperwork, fish in a birdcage

s - someone somewhere somehow, super whatevr

t - the room is filled with people who love you, foresight

u - up the wolves, the mountain goats

v - visitation of the ghost, the brobecks

w - wet, dazey and the scouts

x -

y - yr the best, carpetgarden

z-

i bailed. on x and z. i did my best.

experiencing the Illness. what if i made an a-z song rec list. what then.

[complexgods-backup]

Work for it

Kunimi x gn!reader

18+ Minors dni or I will come to your house and light your favourite plushie on fire. Don't test me I've done it before.

Warnings: explicit sex, degradation kink (uses of the word slut and whore), a dash of praise kink, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), orgasm denial, breeding kink if you squint.

A/N: I saw a tiktok of someone saying they don't find Kunimi hot and I was so outraged I actually made myself h-word for him all week, so enjoy this dumpster fire. Also, this is technically the first nsfw work I posted publically so please be nice ok thank u <3 *pirouettes out of sight*

Word count: 1.1k

You were needy, and about to make it everyone's problem. And by "everyone," I mean your boyfriend, Kunimi. He had been studying for his finals all day, and hardly gave you the well-deserved attention you so craved. But, you didn't want to admit it so you hoped that your boyfriend would notice you prancing around practically half-naked in your shared apartment, walking past his desk more times than was necessary.

"Baby, stop doing that," Kunimi said after the fifth time you went to the bedroom to get something you allegedly forgot in order to continue on your thesis you were technically supposed to be working on.

"Doing what? I'm not doing anything." You answered innocently, giving him the well-practiced doe-eyes you knew drove him crazy.

"Really? You just expect me to believe that you're prancing around in those tiny tight shorts for yourself?" He let out an amused huff as he finally looked up from his laptop, his gaze uninterested as he appraised your outfit. He hummed softly in approval, despite the bored look on his face.

"Maybe I wanted to look nice for myself, it's not unheard of, you know, Akira." You replied sweetly, as you turned to go into the bedroom.

You could feel Kunimi's eyes following you until you disappeared into your shared bedroom. Your heart started racing once you heard Kunimi shut his laptop and make his way over to your bedroom. You knew he was hard from the way he was looking at you before, and you couldn't wait for what was about to come. You pretended to look for a book on your bedside table until Kunimi gently cupped your ass. You didn't mean to let out a gasp, but once you did, Kunimi knew he won.

"What do you want?" He asked once you turned around to face him.

Your face flushed before you gave him the obvious answer.

"You."

Immediately, his eyes darkened, smirking as he led you both to the bed. It seemed innocent enough, but you knew your boyfriend. There was no way he was going to be nice about this. As if you just jinxed something, Kunimi made himself comfortable on the bed, head resting against the pillow as he looked at you with an intense expression.

"Work for it." He said, not raising his voice in any way, but you knew from the tone he used that he wasn't asking. No, he was demanding. And who were you to deny him the pleasure?

Immediately, you bent over him to kiss him, licking into his mouth whilst your hands made their way to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down his legs. You palmed his erection through his boxers, grinning into the kiss as he groaned.

"Why don't you put that mouth to good use, baby?" His voice turned husky, gently guiding you down his body.

You freed his straining erection from his boxers, proud that he was already fully hard. You licked the underside of his shaft, paying close attention to the vein that was protruding there. You smeared the precum beading at the tip across the head with your thumb, eliciting a hiss from your boyfriend.

"I don't think I told you to be a tease. Make me feel good." He said, sounding breathless.

Obeying his demands, you swallowed him almost whole, slowly bobbing your head as your eyes met his. He was a sight to behold, gripping your hair as he tried not to close his eyes at the pleasure he was feeling. He was quite vocal, despite what others might think, tiny gasps and moans leaving his mouth every so often.

"So good for me, baby. Just like that." He praised as you took him even deeper, your nose brushing against his lower abdomen.

As he was getting close, he pulled you off him, your mouth releasing him with a lewd pop.

"Undress." He ordered his hands resting behind his head as he propped himself up more on the bed, ready to enjoy a show.

You did as you were told, getting rid of your shirt and slowly pulling down your shorts, revealing your arousal.

"So needy for me, baby." He cooed, as he cupped your sex, not doing anything to help ease the arousal you felt. He had been all praise until now, but his smirk grew more sadistic by the second.

"How pathetic." He mused, gathering the arousal that has gathered at your sex on his fingers. He brought his hand up to your mouth, ordering you to lick them clean. You obliged.

"Now, ride me like the desperate slut you are. I see you already prepped yourself." He smirked, not doing anything to help you get off.

You didn't need to be told twice, guiding yourself over him, slowly sinking down.

"Stop being a tease and ride me." He sounded breathless, trying his best not to show it. You smirked a bit as he bottomed out, rolling your hips ever so sensually, eliciting a loud moan from your boyfriend.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He praised as he watched you lose yourself in the moment.

You found a rhythm in no time, the room filling with sounds of both your moans and skin slapping against skin.

"That's it. Fuck me like the pathetic whore you are. No one can fill you up like I can, isn't that right?" Kunimi gripped your hips as he couldn't stop himself from meeting you halfway, rutting up inside of you, finding that spot inside you that made you see stars.

"A- Akira I'm close." You moaned, trying to go faster to find your release.

The grip on your hips was ironclad, however, not letting you go any faster than you were.

"You cum when I tell you to. Don't you dare cum before that."

You whimpered as you continued riding him, feeling the coil in your abdomen getting unbearably tight.

"Please- Please I need to c- cum I can't wait any longer." You begged, tears spilling from your cheeks, mixing with the sweat that was gathering on your face.

"So pretty when you cry." He moaned, allowing you to go faster. "That's right baby, cum on my cock." You moaned as you came, never slowing down as you felt your boyfriend tense up, nearing his own orgasm.

"So good for me, squeezing me so tight baby. Th- that's right. Just like that, ah- let me fill you up baby." He moaned, his hips stilling as he came inside of you.

You both caught your breath, his cock softening inside you as you rested your head on his chest, damp with sweat.

"Was that what you needed?" He asked, softly kissing your forehead.

You couldn't respond with words, too fucked out, so you simply nodded. He chuckled, knowing exactly why it was you didn't speak.

"Can you move?" He asked, gently rolling you both to the side so he could slip out of you.

You nodded, sitting up, ignoring how wobbly your legs felt.

"That's right, you're doing great." He praised. "Let's get cleaned up, shall we, my love?"

[babyawacs]

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[frogtanii]

Oh man, if I had to actually deal with some dumpster humper like Daichi Tsumu would have to hold me back because girl you know I’d come in kicking and screaming. I’d go full on P S Y C H O on him and Iwa watch out Meiko, your teeth privilege days are n u m b e r e d

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