#can you tell. i haven't drawn many bats before this guy.

[zipmode]

It turned itself into a Big Bat. Funniest shit i've ever seen.

[superbellsubways]

ok thanks so you ever heard of jackbox games. they make incredibly silly party games you can play with your phone. one of my faves is the fibbage series, specifically the most recent one fibbage 4

in fibbage you get a weird fact with an important word(s) blanked out. and every player has to write something to fill in that blank (that’s called a lie). then everyone picks what they think is the real answer (the truth). you get some points if someone falls for your lie, but more points if you find the truth

the main reason i like jackbox’s games so much is because of the voices in each game that narrate stuff like tutorials, prompts, etc. the fandom usually just refers to these guys as the Hosts of the games. some of them have official designs that appear sometimes throughout a game (m bubz in job job, rue meringue in roomerang, etc.)

others don’t have appearances Or official names (like the hosts of talking points, quixort & fixytext) and some More others, while not ever being seen, they do have names that they refer to themselves as. there’s schmitty from quiplash and lord tippet from weapons drawn

ok back to fibbage now the host of fibbage is part of the last category i listed, his full name is Cookie Masterson. he’s such a wild guy let me talk abt him for a moment. he has a niece named Lexical Semantics, his house is infested with bats, he once tried to drive down local real estate prices by dressing up as a ghost & the fandom has collectively agreed that he’s bisexual. those first three facts are from various voice lines that he has in fibbage 4. go try to look for them i dare you

fibbage 4 also has 5 special episodes with pre-decided questions (oh did i mention that the players take turns choosing the questions using random words relating to the questions? well in the special episodes they can still kinda “choose” the questions but every choice in one round leads to the same question. does this even make sense anymore i’m sorry) that relate to an over-arching storyline that each episode has, like there’s one where cookie’s on a date and hosting the game both at the same time, one relating to the bats infesting his house that i mentioned earlier, one where an ai clone of himself traps him in a closet and takes over the game for a bit. sorry for going on for too long i just really like sharing crazy shit i enjoy. anyways here’s a link to all 5 special episodes i have no idea if the embed will show or not

https://youtu.be/bSjrVTXS5C0?si=_ZlB8dgIclnUQs3u

also idk if i made it clear or not but cookie does Not have a canon design, meaning we in the fandom draw him however we like. do with that information what you will

OK THIS IS ALOT MORE THAN I WAS EXPECTING but its OK!! I don't mind this at all prommy

I am aware of Jackbox and a couple characters in it :) (I have actually made a design for the host of Trivia Murder Party once before but never finished or shared it!) Though I haven't been able to play many of the games myself 💔

This Cookie guy does seem very interesting tho and I'm sure I'd love him just from the stuff ur telling me fhjsdjd I'll probably check out the eps later and look more into this along with the other characters and hosts 😁 I love disembodied voice characters!!! (and by ur name i could tell you do as well LOL)

[wasp-coffee]

TMI (2013) live watch (rant incoming)

WHY OH WHY THE EVERLOVING FUCK ARE JACE AND JOCELYN BRITISH?? WHY

Why is Clary so annoying right off the bat and demanding and generally unlikeable

Where were Izzy and Alec at Pandemonium?

What on earth is jace wearing? This weird cropped hoodie getup? Where is his training gear??? No seraph blades? None?? (From the looks of it(

I don't remember this demon rottweiler from the books - I swear it was a shax demon (don't quote me)

Shouldn't Jace be here right about now?

Oh i hate this goo shit

jace killing the demon... Not lighting the seraph blade with an angels name - the blade not lighting at all

I swear Clary killed the demon, hence the need for the iratze later

OH FUCK YOU

WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY BOY'S GOLD EYES? HIS FUCKING GOLD EYES HIS STAND OUT FEATURE

PAGE 44 "...a lazy contempt in his gold eyes"

Why is jace's hair so...strange

Where is his ring?

What is this weird necklace jace is wearing???

So many questions

Also the fact that Clarys hair is singer-in-a-rock-band red and not... Yknow... Ginger

Are her eyes green? Can't tell THIS SET IS TOO FUCKING DARK

Why, as a natural redhead, are her eyebrows black

Her eyes are green! Wahey

Ah hah! His ring is on the weird chain - doesn't make sense considering the whole morgenstern/ wayland switcheroo ordeal with the ring but okay

Jace is both too quiet and talking too much

I get why they're doing the memory thing with dot, to stop them from going to the silent city, but its so rushed

I think they think they're making jace sassy but he's just not funny

Simon ambush? Here?? Why???

I can't believe he got battered AT THE BACK OF THE NECK with a fire extinguisher and is still awake, walking, and talking

Simon is the best so far but only because of Robert Sheehan and because he is the least annoying out of the characters we've met (23:10 timestamp)

Random dad exposition? Why would there be a photo of the guy in the kitchen? I swear it was on the mantlepiece

Omg the antiques shop yay

Oh so jace does have a ring on his hand too - god knows why

AHA! the ring on his hand is the wayland/morgenstern ring! Mystery solved! What's the shir around his neck then?

... is that seriously supposed to be his stele? That looks like a spray painted ballpoint this thing is made of adamas why isn't it glowing?

Hes not even drawn a rune and suddenly he can see through the bookcase???

Where are the cronies' circle runes? Aren't they supposed to be on their necks??

HOW DO YOU KNOW THEY WORK FOR VALENTINE IF THEIR CIRCLE RUNES AREN'T VISIBLE EH JACE? SEEING THE FUTURE ARE WE?

Why is this kinda... Homoerotic for an interrogation scene?

Im so bored of this

Also im sure these idiots are supposed to mention Jace's dad? Isn't that what gets him to fight them?

(haven't read the book in a while)

Why is jace fighting with his fists?

There we go! Again no seraph blade activation or light :(

These demons are supposed to sizzle into thin air, no?

Oh my god im so bored of this can we hurry up and get to Izzy and Alec PLEASE

Blah blah blah crying in the rain GET A MOVE ON

Why is Simon here? Why?

I can't believe they're on the subway this is hilarious i guess that means no van for simon

SPEAKING OF SIMON WHERE IS HIS BAND?

Omg omg is this-

WHY IS IT LABELED "INSTITUTE" I'M SCREAMING OH MY GOD

How would Clary know that "this isn't a dump" GIRLIE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN THERE BEFORE

The cgi js GOOFY

GOOFY I TELL YOU

Omg alec hi babes

Weird...awkward flirting with the fainting from the demon bite (which is in the front door of the (deserted?) institute for some reason)

Ah hah there we have his stele lighting up

Not one ounce, a single shred of my soul believes the infirmary would be completely abandoned as seen here (31:30)

Why is Simon here?

Where's Izzy?

Alec is also missing

Also MOST IMPORTANTLY Alec just saw Jace Rune-ing Clary (I'm 80% sure there's a whole argument about turning a mundane forsaken that's supposed to take place when Alec finds out)

Why is the iratze still there? They're supposed to fade eventually once used right? Right???

Why is Simon here for exposition WHY

My patience is thinning

Why is jace wearing a gun holster? What?

IZZY!

...also british?

ALSO ALEC????

this can't have been shot in the UK... why is the main cast mostly british????? WHEN IT IS CLEARLY SET IN NEW YORK

This is so strange

What the fuck?

"we're the only ones"????

Where the fuck is Maryse? And literally everyone else the institute was never a ghost town oh my god what????

Random... Ascention detail is random

Alec, baby, sweetheart, my love WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING

Oh good let's meet hodge

This library is ridiculous. Just... So stupid. Beautiful? Yes. But so out of place

What's this massive.. rock? Blocking the doorway????? $10 we never find out

Where's huggin and muggin?

#notmyalec

Where's hodge?

Why on earth is there a random family album on the table??? A photo album with, oh, you know VALENTINE???? CHEAP JOYCELYN CONVERSATION PLOY

Mum? Mhm????

Who the fuck

WHAT the fuck

HAS SOMEONE SWAPPED OUT HODGE WITH A RUNNER UP TO PLAY ALFRED???

This man looks sixty!

Where is his circle rune???

WHERE ARE HUGGIN AND MUGGIN

[anystalker707]

You wish (1/2)

Pairing: Frank Iero x [non-binary, afab] Reader Word counting: ~ 2 200 Genre: Enemies to lovers Summary: Reader is the only one who doesn't take Frank's shit, but all the bickering eventually turns into flirting.

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A sigh escapes my lips as I finish cleaning the last glass and put it under the counter along with the others before setting the cloth aside. It's going to be a busy night because, apparently, a band is going to play in the club tonight and that usually brings a lot of people in. On the other hand, at least Mikey is helping me today – let's hope he doesn't fuck up with anything, but if he does, it's Gerard's problem and not mine, after all.

"Hello," a guy greets as sitting down on one of the stools.

I raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at his clothes; white, with a hand drawn black symbol on the shirt. Probably someone from the staff considering we haven't opened yet. The club is empty apart from me, the cleanse people and the ones putting the stage up. "Hi."

"A beer, please." He presses his lips together into a smile, watching me moving to grab what he asked, pouring the drink into a glass before I set it in front of him and throw the can away. "Thank you..." It's clear he wants to know my name, but I don't say anything, carrying on with my job, and proceed to clean the empty area of the counter. He frowns. "What's your name? Nice to meet you, I'm Frank."

"I'm just the one in charge of the bar," I reply simply. Giving attention to everyone isn't something very wise to do and something I didn't learn easily; most of the idiots sitting around the bar will just insult me in the moment I reject them or say gross things, so talks certainly should be avoided. Even if it isn't from a customer.

"Aw, you're not funny!" His words don't sound genuine tho, the disappointment is hidden under certain amusement. "'Bet you don't have many clients while acting like that!"

Cool, just like predicted. To be honest, getting rid of this stain here is more interesting.

"Hi, hi," Mikey greets and I glance back to see him walking in with a smile, "oh, hey, Frank! Didn't know you'd be the one playing here tonight!" He moves to next to Frank leaning his side against the counter. I observe them for a brief moment – so Mikey knows the punk, huh?

"Yeah," Frank replies excitedly, "Gerard could help us with it, so..." He shrugs, smiling. "Didn't know you work here, either."

"I don't," Mikey chuckles. "I just help here once in a while."

"Laze around, you mean," I add, glaring at Mikey. He gasps, widening his eyes, but I speak up before he's able to say anything. "Not to mention that your last time here costed us two glasses, you butter fingers. Thank hell Gerard is the only one to be scolded!"

"C'mon, you know how difficult it is to handle these," he groans. "You're just being annoying."

"And rude," Frank adds under his breath. "'Won't talk with me."

Mikey raises an eyebrow at Frank before chuckling. "Not surprising. I wouldn't talk with you either if you showed up like that, even more knowing how you can be—"

"Stop, you're supposed to be helping me!"

"(Y/n) is just this way, c'mon!" Mikey shrugs. "And you're annoying. I bet they were just doing their work." He glares, moving to serve Frank a can of soda this time after he pushed his glass forward while muttering something. I can't help but to glance at them with an amused smirk, having fun in watching how Frank shoots me a bitter look and Mikey is being suspiciously nice today.

"Cut off the sweet talk, Mikey," I say as approaching them, putting the cloth away for real this time. "I'll love you more if you work more. And you." I turn to Frank. "Yeah, you're annoying."

While Mikey chuckles, a long and dramatic whine comes from Frank. "You just met me! You're the annoying one! And even rude!"

"I don't go around attacking people for free, Frank." I shrug, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. "And insulting me because I didn't do what you wanted me to? What are you, five?" I hold back a chuckle, rolling my eyes. Part of what I'm doing is because I am not going to take his shit, but it is also entertaining seeing how Frank can react.

As predicted, the night ends up being quite agitated, but Mikey and I do have a break during the concert since people focus more on the music instead of getting drinks, what gives us the opportunity to pay attention to it too. It's a bit difficult seeing them – LeATHERMOUTH, that's the name – because of the low stage and huge crowd, in a way most of what I can see resumes itself to Frank jumping around like crazy, though he sometimes disappears in what I presume to be kneeling on the ground and my suppositions he has any sanity left are erased when I see him with the cable wrapped around his head. Cool.

Frank returns after the show is over, asking for a drink and, once again, using that shitty attitude that I do not take.

Through the time, Frank's band makes more shows in the club and, if it wasn't for Mikey there – consequently –, I probably wouldn't be sharing any word with him again. He is annoying. It is literally impossible to talk to him for longer than five seconds without being attacked and receiving a rude remark, even if it turns into some kind of weird flirting through the time.

I suppress a sharp sigh when seeing Frank approaching after another show came to an end – even so, it's still early in the night and another band took over when they left the stage.

"G'night, what d'you want?" Pete, who is also working in the bar today – because Mikey couldn't make it due to something related to Electric Century, if I'm not wrong –, is free and approaches Frank in the moment he takes a seat on a stool across the counter. Thank hell, maybe I don't have to deal with the dumbass today.

"I actually want (y/n) to fix me a drink, thank you," Frank replies without any pity and I need to hold back a chuckle at Pete's reaction; Frank smirks a bit as meeting my gaze.

Throwing the Cosmopolitan in the glass, I push it towards the woman, finally moving towards Frank. "Hey, rat, good concert. Would've been better if you weren't there." I grin, leaning forward on the counter with my hands on the edge of it.

"Very funny!" He rolls his eyes, twisting his mouth a bit. "I bet watching me performing would be the best part of your night if it actually wasn't talking with me."

"You wish, you're always counting the seconds to come here annoy me," I breathe, shaking my head. "Anyways, what do you want?"

"I'm actually not up for much alcohol today..." Frank hums thoughtful as looking at all the drinks behind me while placing his elbow over the counter and resting his cheek against his palm. "I was going for a Manhattan, but fix me a Spritz instead."

"As you wish," I mutter while moving to grab the bottles I need then coming back to prepare the drink.

"So, Mikey isn't here today?" Frank asks and I slowly nod in response.

"Yeah," I reply after a moment, having been focused on getting the right quantity of each drink in a way it isn't too bitter or too boozy, just as he likes it, "apparently he had something else to do, so we fixed someone else." I mix everything before throwing it inside a glass with ice, adding a rosemary branch for the looks, and push it towards him. "I needed to endure you moaning your ass off on that stage all by myself, unfortunately."

Frank snorts as taking the drink, shaking his head to himself. "Shut up, you wish you were the one to be making me moan like that." He takes a sip of the drink and raises his eyebrows lightly, quickly taking another sip of it.

I roll my eyes, not worrying if my reaction is dramatic as I pretend to gag. "I actually wish I was the one wrapping the cable around your neck, y'know?"

"Aw, babe," Frank groans, looking up at me from under his eyelashes, "I'd love that."

The words set a silence between us for a moment, in which I glare at Frank with disbelief and he's got that fake innocent look on, batting his eyelashes while looking at me. His look gives me this weird feeling in my chest, but I look away before I can identify whether it's good or bad, cursing under my breath at the same time he starts laughing.

"You're terrible," I tell Frank, moving away once seeing a guy taking a seat.

"A Paloma, please," the guy asks and I nod, moving to do as asked.

"I'm the best, actually," Frank replies in his usual smug tone and I can't help but to laugh, sarcastically agreeing.

"Here." I hand the guy his drink, sighing as moving to take a few empty glasses away from the counter and hand it to Pete so he can go clean them.

"Thank you, baby." The guy winks at me and here we go again. I ignore him. "What's your name? You a cutie, aren't yah? When is your shift over? Maybe I could take you home," he insists, but his words just turn into a background noise that I try to ignore as moving to the back to put away the bottles I've used. "Oh, you gonna play it difficult? 'Bet you—"

"Can you please leave them alone?" Frank's voice cuts in and I need to glance back to make sure I'm not making things up and there is Frank, glaring at the guy. "C'mon, man, if they're not giving you attention, that's a no. Accept it nicely and don't make it obvious how frustrated with yourself you are."

"Who even do you think you are?" The guy retorts bitterly.

"I'm just—"

"Y'know what, I'm not coming here anymore," the guy grumbles to himself and just downs the drink before he stands up and disappears among the crowd. Frank and I share a confused look before shrugging.

"Thank you, I guess," I sigh as walking back to Frank, leaning on the counter with my forearms over it and we're about the same level. I observe him for a moment, thinking about what he did, and there's this feeling in my stomach again. Butterflies? No, no, no. Not for him. I try my best to not let him know about what's going in my mind, not looking away from him.

"Don't worry." He smirks and that's just Frank. He's always smug and convinced of himself, not afraid of saying what he thinks or feels. What an idiot. For real, I like it. "You deserved it."

"Honestly, I don't know how to react," I confess, "because, since we met, it's been sounding like you're going to throw me from a cliff in the moment you have the opportunity to."

"I'm not like that, (y/n)," he breathes, eyes drifting down for a second as he bites back an awkward smile. "I, um— You're actually really nice. I just like fucking around with you." He shrugs and looks down at his glass, playing a bit with the remaining ice cubes. I keep observing him, not replying, so he looks at me again, raising an eyebrow.

Y'know what? Fuck it.

I glance down at Frank's lips and a red tone immediately takes over his cheeks with it, but I just lean in and am actually surprised by him meeting me halfway. I can still taste the Spritz on his lips, faintly, what ends up irrelevant under how nice and surprisingly soft they feel against mine. His mustache brushes lightly against the skin under my nose, tickling it, something I try to ignore as cupping his face and deepening the kiss as he places his hand over mine.

There's this feeling in my stomach again, followed by a nice tingling sensation that goes down my spine while a warm sensation fills my chest. Okay; it feels right, for once.

"I'm driving you home," Frank mutters against my lips, a bit breathless, just like me.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I smirk a bit as we gaze at each other for a moment and I'm not sure about what'd happen next, but we are interrupted by Pete before I can find out. Idiot.

"Stop making out and go back to work, (y/n)," he calls from the other side of the bar and I sigh heavily, rolling my eyes as I move towards the couple who just approached the counter. "I'm going to tell Mikey about it!"

"You are not going to tell Mikey!" I glare at Pete before turning to the couple, asking what they want and quickly putting myself to prepare the two Martinis.

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Part 2