#claxe

[grrl-beetle]

coyle x clax

[c0smiccom3t]

CRINGETOBER DAY 1 - HETEROCHROMIA

// BRIGHT COLORS

[Guess who's back-ack-ack back again-gain-gain Clax is back-ack-ack TELL A FRIEND-END-END]

Didn't know who to draw for day 1 since... well.... I dont recall anybody with heterochromia. But then i remembered Clax can change evils eye color and so.... HERE IT IS!

I love cringetober lol :D

[howcanearnoneyonline]

Bedurulanka 2012 Movie | Kartikeya | Neha Sshetty | Mani Sharma | Clax | Benny #Bedurulanka 2012 #Kartikeya #Neha Sshetty #Mani Sharma #Clax #Benny #CONGRATULATIONS BTS #Imam #HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISHEETA #chibalotte #Keir Starmer #CONGRATULATIONS JIMIN #LIVE DVD #Blu-ray digeST #Babar #PAKvSL ##PAKvSL

Download Movie- https://cutt.ly/iwmbKOtU

[allpromarlo]

claxton & mikal are both great defenders, so of course cronin will not move an inch to acquire them

[chalksniffed]

nsfw, modern/stalkerish albedo × afab! reader

warning: pwp (porn w/o plot), masturbation, sex toys, voyeurism?, dubcon, possessiveness, breeding kink, piercings on reader, very very horny reader, corruption kink, slight mind break, r4pe fantasy in the end

look, college made me stressed enough to write horny again ok aha pretty rusty with writing again and im not assed to proofread and edit, hope you guys like this one

anyways, i finally wrote and published something for my mans ╰(*´︶`*)╯ooc albedo pron utc

"Delivery!" A loud voice exclaimed outside your apartment door. Fumbling through loosely thrown clothes on floor, you hastily covered up from your earlier attempt at stress relief. Skirting pass furniture, you responded loudly, quickly approaching the door with haggard pants.

Opening the door, you greet the delivery man holding a delicately wrapped box with a confused look on your face. "This is for you, it's addressed to your apartment however it's anonymous." He said after confirming your name.

"Ah, I see. Thank you then." Signing your name on the delivery sheet, he handed you the box and bid you a good day.

Closing the door with your heel, you placed the mystery box on your counter, eager to see whatever this mystery person sent yet also wanting to finish your dopamine fix for the morning.

Opening the box it reveals.. various sex toys? You feel both confused to see familiar items from your wishlist but ecstatic at the same time because touching yourself with just your fingers were starting to get tedious and repetitive.

Shifting through the number of items, an elegantly written card with gold ink was on the bottom of the pile.

I hope you enjoy yourself with these gifts, my dear. -Clax

"I.. don't know who you are Clax and I should probably be worried but honestly I'm too pent up and stressed to even care at the point. Thank you for the gifts." Your sigh of relief was heard audibly on his earphones as Albedo watched you sort through the items and thought of which one to use as your first.

His teal eyes shone when he saw you pick up a silicone replica of his dick from his screen. Mouth starting to water as you held the base, barely able to wrap your small hands around his girth. Tracing the veins with your dainty index up until you reach the tip then carefully circling it on the slit of his cock.. oh how he wished that was him instead of that toy.

From the angle of his camera, he can see how your eyes formed imaginary hearts in its pupils at the sight of his cock. Perhaps excited to finally know what dick feels like? He thought. He could practically see drool trying to dribble down the side of your lips as you continue to feel up the cock.

Grabbing both his cock and the thoughtfully placed bottle of lube, you ran towards your bedroom and tossed the items on your bed. Hastily removing your clothes and practically in your birthday suit (+ thigh high socks) for Albedo to see as he flicks to the camera set in your room. He rakes his eyes all over your body, practically molesting you with the deep desire in his gaze. Piercings littered your body in many places, notable ones were the ones decorating your nipples and navel. Oh how much he wants to suck your buds and feel the coolness of the metal in his mouth..

Fixing your position in bed, you lathered his cock with generous amounts of lube and used the rest left on your slick hand to scissor yourself wider to accommodate his girth.

Albedo palms himself through his shorts while hungrily watching you stretch yourself using your fingers. Your soft pants pick up on the mic and went straight to his aching cock. Fishing it free from his shorts, it stands proud and erect in his hold.

Deciding that was enough prep, you carefully rose to your knees and placed the tip of the dildo on your slick lips, a shudder spreading on your body from the contact.

With the eagerness of a slut wanting to be fucked hard by him, you inhaled and slotted the head in your wet hole, trembling already from the feeling and thought of dick penetrating your insides.

You sank yourself lower and with every inch your moans grow louder. Loud pants fills Albedo's ears as he fists himself while watching you, imagining his hand was your tight, untouched pussy.

"S-so this is what dick feels like.. archons I feel so f-full.." you whined in pleasure, hearing that made his heart swell in pride. Glancing down, you see that you're not yet even on the base of his cock yet and you can see a slight dent on the bottom of your abdomen from the size of this dick.

With one last forceful push, you bottomed out his dick. A sharp noise leaves your lips and he wasn't sure if it's from the pain or pleasure or perhaps even both.

Your body limps and your face flushes red in embarrassment from cumming only from bottoming out on a girthy dick.

Archons.. it was just a copy of his dick yet it already renders you to this state? His mind races on what you'll be like once you actually feel his real dick making a mess in your insides..

"Archons.. oh that feels so so good.." you purr, delirious from your recent climax, "Clax.. whoever you are, you're a godsend I swear.." Your mind melts, completely ignoring the safety issues due to your euphoria. Only feeling complete and utter relief and appreciation from the anonymous person sending you a box filled with items you wanted to buy.

"Oh.." Albedo flushes at your comment, also thankful to your appreciation, carelessness, and horniness to overlook the possible crimes he's committed.

Laying down on your back against your pile of pillows, you pump the toy inside you. Groaning in pleasure everytime the tip hits your sweet spot, Albedo mimics your movements in time with his jerks. Already feeling the rising climax in his belly.

Tweaking you nipples, the cool metal enhancing your pleasure, you folded your legs and spread them wide. The camera perfectly placed to see your dripping pussy wrapping tightly around the cock.

"A-ah- I..I love cock! Ohhh!! Calx your dick's messing up my insides so so good!!!" You babble mindlessly, too cockdrunk to pay attention to whatever you're saying. Albedo, on the other hand, almost came from your exclamation.

He's treating his darling so well.. next time it'll be him drilling your sopping, wet hole and filling it to the brim with his cum until it can't take anymore.

His teal eyes turn cloudy, entranced with your horny, cock needy self voluntarily ruining your insides with him. Only him only him only him only him-

He's never going to let another man have a taste of you, he'll ruin you so bad that other men won't ever satisfy your needy cunt.

You lift you hips and thrust, a gasp leaves your lips, still from the new depth the cock reached.

Then you continue thrusting, more frantic than ever. Catching up to that high, repeatedly abusing the sweet spot the new angle uncovered. Seeing this, Albedo hastened his fist with new found determination to cum with you.

Clenching you insides, your drool slipping past your mouth, frantic pumping speed and a want to be breed full by the person who sent this- you peaked. Screaming in pleasure, your eyes rolled back, cunt squirting from this new, indescribable pleasure.

Albedo grunts and finishes just as your body limps from the climax.

He pants, out of breath, and closes his eyes, thinking about what he should send or give to you next in his odd way of courtship. Noises from your aftermath slows and calms his breathing, until it picks up another sound.

Heaving heavily, you sigh, somewhat discontent,  "now if only that was a real dick... Calx.. what if you were here to fuck and rape me instead?" You said softly, almost dreamily, "I want your cum to drip down from my insides.."

Albedo short curcuits from your confession and no longer than a week after, after continuously watching you test yourself with the toys he gifted, he broke into your house and raped you so so so full of him.

Fulfilling his promise of ruining your pussy for other men as your mind is broken to only want him <3

[missterious-figure]

Chax lifts his head back in maniacal laughter before he goes still.

He looks back, cocking his head to the side before he spoke like it's an afterthought, "Once I'm done with the both of you, I'm going to slowly enjoy killing each and everyone of these little critters. Pop each of them open like a christmas cracker."

He propels himself forward as he attacks.

Moon is already ready for the wasp. Moon body blocks Clax, his shoulder taking most of the hit. The vampire rakes Clax's face with his claws. He slashes the wasp on the chest with his other hand. He strikes again and again. His movements are a blur. Moon was NOT messing around. He knew how much he would lose if he failed. He knew what other people- children- would lose if he failed.

"How foolish- FOOLISH- you are to challenge a vampire!"

He is gone in a flash. He reappears behind the slightly disoriented wasp. Moon tears at Clax's wings. When Clax turns to face the vampire, Moon had disappeared. Moon tackled the wasp to the floor. He now had the stalker pinned.

"Don't you how FAST vampires are? Don't you know POWERFUL vampires are? Don't you know how SCREWED you are?"

[sumquiasum]

Riverdale characters as clowns you own

GREAT question anon thank you 🤡🥰

Archie is best represented by these two. Claas is our friendliest clown and Clarke looks like he has PTSD

Obviously Betty can be none other than Claxes Taxes Violence.

The duality of Jughead is best represented by these two. The one on the right (unnamed atm) looks so inquisitive.

Clola is Veronica. I mean look at that elegance!

Cheryl and Jason (Also elegant but in a more old-fashioned way. Also Cheryl is red, Jason is somewhat ghostly and forever young.)

Penelope. Don't ask me why. I think it's the pink coupled with the mischief and underlying malice.

Toni! She's pink and purple and has a kind & understanding aura.

Gay Kevin. AKA Gay Clatvin.

Juniper & Dagwood

Bobo the Clown as Hiram.

Bonus:

Claty Cleene (The L is Silent) as Katy Keene. Obviously.

[fruitisthenewvegitable]

ITS HAPPENING

ITS CLAX TIME BABYYYYYYY

[mingkles]

The intro! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

Hello, everyone! My name is Rue! I've had this account for quite some time now but I've never gotten around to actually introducing myself or even posting anything at all (-_-;)・・・

My birthday is March 25th (0325!)

I’m Australian!

I’m non-binary (I think…) and I use any pronouns!

I’m autistic (・_・;)

My ult groups and bias/es for each:

Stray Kids (Bang Chan, Changbin & Han)

ATEEZ (Seonghwa, Hongjoong & Mingi)

ENHYPEN (Jake & Jungwon)

8TURN (Jaeyun & Yungyu)

Dreamcatcher (Dami)

TOMORROW X TOGETHER (Soobin & Taehyun)

ZEROBASEONE (Taerae & Gunwook)

BTS (Jin & J-Hope)

Yes, that is my dog! Her name is Bethel (old lady ahh name)!

I am far too deep into brainrot... it's bad. I blame Clax.

If I already follow you, I think it's pretty clear how thirsty I am- |･ω･)

I want my page to be a safe space for everyone (but still mdni vro). Feel free talk to me about anything, even if you just need advice or to vent!

I'm not really sure what I'll be posting on here yet, but I hope we can be friends! ☆ ～('▽^人)

[evecolourshock]

The premise behind this was a little thought that refused to leave me alone.

It's confirmed Dyson's "repaired" by Clu, and the rest of Tron's five-man squad (including in that count Tron and Dyson) are rectified.

It's never actually confirmed one way or the other HOW Dyson was repaired.

What if Dyson was rectified too?

....and then I wound up with a lot of feels, a drawing, and the bones of a fic. So. Here you go.

Tron hears Clu's taunts. Sees Dyson's wicked grin (red circuits, no grievous wound, some part of him's glad Dyson's okay but he's also worried because red circuits in his experience never mean anything good and last he knew Dyson's were still white and blue). He passes out (Flynn got away, he did his job as much as he could, the rest is up to the User).

He wakes, and sees the rest of his team attacked. Caged. Reprogrammed.

Things start making a sickening sort of sense.

It doesn't click until he sees how... sloppy Dyson's being. The torture hurts. The face of a friend (of his Dyson, his Lucky Dice-) twisted into a rictus grin he can only barely recognize hurts more. But something's not right, and Tron notices.

The restraints are too loose. The hand that holds the scalpel- the saw- the implement of the moment shakes. The expressions don't fit.

This is not his Dyson. This is someone else wearing Dyson's face and using his name.

This is a creature like the ones that now inhabit Reeve and Clax and Nord, shells of their former selves, but so much worse because Dyson - Lucky Dice, luck finally, horrifically, run out - is still in there.

He wants to escape, to take Dyson with him.

He never gets the chance. Not then, at least.

The transport explodes, almost takes Tron with it, and as much as he likes Cyrus he's not the snappy sassy little SIC Tron wants at his side.

Something goes wrong with Cyrus (a virus, something Tron can't fight, Dyson could but Dyson's not here-) and he regretfully has to seal Cy away. He doesn't want to, makes a promise to find a way to help Cyrus, so Cy can come home again.

Every avenue he tries fails. Tron... loses hope. What good is a hero, a Monitor, if he can't even help those closest to him?

And then a beta crashes into his life.

The kid is young. Reckless. An outright menace at the best of times.

He's snarky and sarcastic and not afraid to get right up in Tron's face and push back - even when Tron wishes he wouldn't.

He's a teenage Dyson, to borrow one of Flynn's many strange phrases.

Tron has to keep Dyson's name behind his teeth far too often. It would be an insult to both him and the kid - Beck, the scrappy Mechanic gives his name as, like it's a challenge - when they're two different people no matter how similar they are.

For the first time, the Renegade title has a proper successor (Dyson was his first, no matter what the twisted shadow of Cyrus says, and Tron tells Beck as such late one millicycle. Beck never feels the vicious jealousy and betrayal that should come with knowing he is not the first, because Tron tells him everything about his predecessors and highlights how different they all are - how Beck could never be a stand in, that he's earned the title and made it his own).

Tron allows himself to hope again.

Dyson corners him.

Or maybe he corners Dyson.

It's all blurry. He'll be concerned about that later.

But Beck is hurt, and Dyson is right there-

Tron just. Takes them both.

It takes more than he'd like to admit to subdue Dyson. Tron's scars have never burned the way they do right now, he's never been so exhausted as he is carrying one injured beta (his fault, he finds out later, and he's horrified) and one hacked, unconscious, adored little gremlin Program.

But he gets them home.

Beck goes straight into the healing chamber. He needs it more, Tron's own wounds will keep.

He doesn't even know where to start with Dyson.

His Lucky Dice's code is a mess.

Tron sighs, settles, and gets to work.

He can't save Reeve or Clax or Nord. Doesn't even know if they're still online, let alone where they'd be if they are.

But he can save Dyson. One Program.

It's a start.

Dyson wakes with a bitten off scream, and Tron abandons editing Dyson's disc in favour of hugging the frightened Monitor. He saves what he's done and re-docks the disc, and the vicious orange-red in Dyson's circuits retreats, leaving familiar white-blue in its wake.

He doesn't know who starts crying first - probably Dyson, but they're both crying within nanos of each other anyway.

Tron lies awake long after Dyson cries himself into recharge, curled around the (small, Dyson's tiny, and he only seems to have gotten smaller after Clu tortured him and Tron didn't know-) other Monitor. He makes a promise to the sleeping forms in his hideout, one wounded within and coiled up with him, one contained in a room that can't be found by someone who doesn't already know where it is, and the other still healing and dormant in the chamber.

Tron will see the Grid burn before anyone lays a hand on his Renegades again.

*

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Years later (hundreds of cycles, his own code and circuits struggling against the orange and Clu threatening to consume him-), Tron keeps his promise.

The Occupation burns, and with it the oppression and horror it brought.

Three Renegades watch on, mourning the Program that taught and led and loved them, and promise his memory and each other they'll keep his name, symbol, and legacy alive.

[c0smiccom3t]

cringetober: day 5 has to be made in ms paint (if you can)

me, a dummy: ....And if i make it in firealpaca with a template instead?

[maice-arts]

Well here my other sans

Clax

Despues de una ruta neutral, sans habia destruido todo snowdin despues de que chara, haya puesto todos en contra de el por decir que "el" habia matado a papyrus.

De tanta precion y odio que recibia en snowdin, el se sobre cargo haciendo que snowdin quede destruido y echo polvo

quedandose en soledad y aislado de todo el mundo en una pequeña isla.

hasta que... vino una visita

[randalbf]

The day it all started, April 13th. When a bored EdwardSiccorHands25 changed the world.

April 13th, 9002. EdwardSiccorHands25 had broke his 20 century long edge streak. It was a hard time for the Edward Scissor hands lover, he was in quite the rage. He needed something to get this horrible loss off of his fried mind. So he started to draw. Admittedly, he is very bad at drawing people. So he started drawing heads. Then little bodies. He soon came to a creation of John Eggbert. John Jelq Eggbert.

Somewhere in the East Coast of Pennsylvania, a man named Dirk Clax(er) was around. Surprisingly, he was created by EdwardSiccorHands25, but was manifested into life. He recently lost his munting Buddy after they got grossed out when Dirk said they should munt their grandma. Dirk, defeated, went out to find someone alike of him. He went on his favorite site for chatting and Getting Good with Friends, Pesterchum.

“HEY! any MUNTERS looking for a MUUNTING BUDDY?” He soon got a reply from a user named “jelqking200” saying, “yes! I’ve been waiting for this. We should meet up.”

DIRKCLAXMAX800 . . . “oh hell yeah. Where?”

jelqking200 . . . “come over to [EH], there’s a place by there.”

DIRKCLAXMAX800 . . . “okay”

And so Dirk got ready.

Dirk met John at his house. John looked like a total nerd to him. Dirk looked like a total nerd to John. But they got along just fine, deciding who was going to be orally connected to the corpse.

The pair were making their way to the burial site of their victim. But they came to a realization that the coffin was already unburied. Dirk lifted up the lid, and which lay the dried-up-already-munted body. Blinking and looking at John, who adjusted his (dumb) glasses. Dirk closed the lid and walked away.

“yeah, looks like it was already munted. We could maybe edge to it though…” Dirk said, trying to reassure John. John shook a bit. His (stupid) teeth biting his lip. “No! I can’t start a new edge streak on this. I could maybe Clax..but I’d belt rope…” Dirk shrugged. “fair.”

During this, a red pill floated and glowed above the open hole where the casket once was. Dirk convinced John to leave after telling him they could goon together later. Dirk looked at the pill. For a moment, he thought he should run. But the Clax blood in him said no. He must reach pure Brainrotina.

Dirk felt his eyes widen as he gained new, forbidden knowledge. He felt his brain melt as the pages of a previously written comic named Homestuck, familiarly named like Goonstuck, flashed before his eyes. A voice talked to him.

“In the beginning, [EH] made gooning, claxxing, jelqing, and munting. These were the four laws. The four respects. If you could goon, you could Clax. If you could Clax, YIU could Jelq. If you could Jelq, you could Munt. If you could Munt, you were the highest of them all. This all changed when Mewing was created by the filthy, ungrateful goonstuckians.

They fought and fought amongst each other. Who could looksmax more? Did I mog James from church? It was catastrophic. Until EdwardSiccorHands25 came.

He made the turn from looksmaxxing to edgemaxxing. Never stop edging, he would say. No matter if it hurts, don’t let yourself belt rope, he would shout. Millions of edge meetings. 100s of gooners dying from losing their edge streak.

EdwardSiccorHands25’s lasted 20 centuries. Long after Muntiaon was created and torn down. Long after Earth was renamed Looksmaxxing Planet. He had seen it all. And you, Dirk Clax Strider, were created by him. And so was John.”

Dirk’s head was spinning. He hadn’t heard of this place. He yearned to be there.

“where..where is EdwardSiccorHands25?” Dirk said, a little quiet.

“DIDNT you look in the casket?” Dirk suddenly gained his normal site again. He immediately ran to the casket and saw the dried and munted body of EdwardSiccorHands25. Not just end of an edge streak, but the start of Pure Brainrot…true Goonvona.

April 13th is the death and start of Goonstuck - The Brainrot Saga.

[clax-is-cool]

Clax, may I give you a big ol’ hug? :3

"..i guess?- why would you wanna hug me?- theres plently of others to hug.."

[jane-crow]

OCSSS

in order: clax,charlie crow,river,pheonix,baxster,raven,sawyer (present),oliver,emery,emma,spade,ari,lux,molly,ghost,clover,xenos,vannesa,spider-husk,sage (alive and dead- the outfit for sage in the after life looks like there alive outfit but with a tophat and cape. still keeping the eyes and bones thing but that's lore hehehe) and hannah/harvey

(didnt have ones for greyson,vortex (more of a description thing),dakota and nova

[katanamasako]

There's a strange holiday coming up, and the boys of the Tribe have decided to do something special for all the women of their collective family, both partners, and friends. That being said, one would believe it hard to lose track of three of them, yet Xavier, Gael, and Clax are nowhere to be seen at all these last 2 days?

Yuki was the first to take notice, tiny snoot to the ground trying to trail any old scents. Calamity caught on the night of the first day, though she assumed they were doing boythings and causing trouble at mama ester's or the market. Kat was the one to panic. chuffing and rumbling as she searched, vocalizing her upset like a very talkative puma.