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[dollykiller]

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[oncasette]

just a lil request for Phil Wenneck… car sex? 🫶🏽

𝗜’𝗗 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗨𝗣 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨

phil wenneck x wife!reader

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The two of you are barely twenty minutes into your drive–that is, apparently, only an hour and a half according to your husband–when Phil starts getting handsy. You’re back in one of those little sundresses he adores so much, seat pushed back as far as it can go, feet crossed and perched up on the dashboard. 

or the one where phil fucks his wife on a deserted back road.

warnings: smut, piv, car sex, (almost) reckless driving, unprotected sex

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Phil wouldn’t admit it to anyone–not even to you, most days–but he was a sucker for the domestic scene. It was such a guilty pleasure, seeing you in those pretty little sundresses while you made lunch in the kitchen. Bare feet against the linoleum of your mudroom as you fold the laundry. Watching you brush your teeth on your side of the jack and jill sinks in your bathroom in one of his old t-shirts from college. 

It leaves his brain a little hazy, a little numb. Clouds his judgment and his rational thought until he’s sliding up behind you while you make breakfast, arms linked around your middle as he presses barely there kisses to the seam of your shoulder. 

“You got any plans today?” he asks, moving the neckline of the shirt you’d stolen with the tip of his nose and humming against the bare skin he finds there. 

“No,” you say. “Unless you count lounging around here.”

“Good,” he says. “Because we’re going on a trip.”

The palms of his hands are splayed wide against your hips, beneath the hemline of the shirt and skimming the thin edge of the panties you were wearing. 

“Phil-” He hushes you, quickly, kissing the spot below your ear. “I’ve already got you a bag packed.”

“We can’t just go,” you scoff, smiling. 

“Why not? C’mon, baby, I’ve already got you a bag packed and everything,” he says. His voice is low and gravely, chest rumbling against your back. “Let me spend some time with my beautiful wife, hm?”

“Y-yeah.” The words come out as a stutter, slipping down your tongue as Phil nips at your pulse point and molds you into putty in his palms. “Yeah, let’s go somewhere.” 

“There’s my good girl,” he says and you huff out of your nose at the loss of contact from his lips. 

He pulls away to give you time to finish cooking the food you were no longer interested in and stalks back up the stairs to grab your bags. 

The two of you are barely twenty minutes into your drive–that is, apparently, only an hour and a half according to your husband–when Phil starts getting handsy. You’re back in one of those little sundresses he adores so much, seat pushed back as far as it can go, feet crossed and perched up on the dashboard. 

He’d left you alone to get ready. He’d loaded up the car, tossing the single bag stuffed full of both of your clothes into the trunk and the trader joe’s bag of snacks into the back seat, leaving you alone in the bedroom to dress as you pleased. 

Needless to say, Phil was more than shocked when his fingers pushed up the pale yellow fabric of your dress and found nothing but more of your soft, bare skin when he’d expected the delicate cotton of your underwear again. 

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he scoffs as he takes his gaze off the road to turn toward you with wide eyes. 

“Eyes on the road, handsome,” you say, tapping his cheek delicately with the hand closest to him. 

“I can’t believe you’re not wearing panties right now.”

You hum in response, bringing your hand down to fiddle with his fingers from where they’re still resting on your leg. It’s like your touch brings him back to the surface, the drag of his hand resuming as he moves closer to the slick between your thighs. 

“Holy fuck,” Phil groans as you guide his hand, coating his fingers in your arousal. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” 

The tip of his middle finger has just barely pressed itself into your pussy when he pulls his hand away entirely, leaving you with a whine caught at the base of your throat. You watch him white knuckle the steering wheel and flick on the turn signal. 

“Phil?”

“Yeah, baby?” He checks the mirrors before abruptly changing lanes. 

“What are you doing?” you ask. 

“Getting off the interstate so I can find a back road… or something,” he says. His jaw clenches so tight you think you can hear his teeth grinding. 

“Phil,” you sigh as you adjust in your seat, leaning toward him over the middle console to slide a hand across the denim of his pants. Your eyes roll back in your head as you think about how delicious it would feel against your clit, thighs clenching as your hand finds the bulge in his jeans. 

“Fucking christ. Give me five minutes…” he sighs. “Two minutes.” 

You palm his cock, heat emanating through the fabric. He’s finally reached an exit, the three minutes that had passed in the midst of the exchange feeling more like twenty as Phil holds your wrist to keep your movements at bay. The two of you are lucky enough to have gotten off at a fairly deserted spot. A decently dense swath of trees surround the parts of the street not taken up by fast food places and gas stations and it only takes you a couple minutes to find a side street to pull off into. 

It feels like the car is thrown into park before the wheels stop rolling. Your seatbelt is unbuckled for you, hands landing on your hips to pull you over the center console until your knees are framing his legs and he’s looking up at you through hazy eyes. His hands are still on your hips, grip strong as he tugs you down fully onto his lap. 

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” he asks. He grinds you down, rolling your hips against his until there’s a wet spot in the denim. You were right, too. The way the fabric catches your clit with each drag has drool pooling beneath your tongue. 

“Want your cock, Phil,” you whimper. You lean forward, forehead pressed against his until you’re basically swapping air. 

“You think you deserve it?” he asks before spitting out “no panties” under his breath. 

“Want it so bad, please,” you whine. Your cunt is practically weeping over him, clenching around nothing. You reach between the two of you to paw at his belt. The buckle is bulky between your fingers and it takes you multiple tries to undo it. He lets you handle it, only pitching in to lift his hips to get his boxers and pants down just enough to slip his cock out. 

He pulses in your grasp, dick jumping as you swipe your thumb over the slit to spread the thick beads of his pre-cum over the head. He’s so thick your thumb just barely meets your index finger when fully wrapped around. 

You inhale sharply through your nose as you line him up. 

“You always feel so-” Phil groans. “Perfect wrapped around me.” 

You slide down his length slowly, allowing yourself to soak up the feeling of him stretching you out–despite the fact that you’d fucked the night before–until he’s fully seated inside of you. Until you’re rolling your hips into the coarse patch of pubic hair that meets your clit. 

He leans forward to connect your lips, drowning out the sound of your moans as he licks into your mouth. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head as you lift your hips to start bouncing on him. He didn’t want a repeat of the last time you’d fucked in his car. He’d had to kiss you silly to keep you from feeling the dull throb in the back of your head. 

His other hand guides your movements, allowing you to pull up off him slowly only to slam you down on him so hard he nearly has you seeing stars. 

“God,” he exhales. You can already feel him twitching inside you. 

“I’m so close.”

“Me, too, baby. Hm,  haven’t cum this fast since I was a fucking teenager,” he says. It only takes the feel of you clamping down around him once to send his hips shooting up into you, cum spurting out of him in thick ropes that have your walls fluttering around him. 

You cum around him with a constant chant of oh my god. 

The two of you sit in the silence of your orgasms for the next couple minutes, giving Phil enough time to regain coherent thought as the mixture of both of you cum seeps out around his dick. 

“You know, I was gonna fuck you when we got there, but…” Phil’s lament is cut off with a half-hearted slap to the chest. 

[madjackbrock]

Jacking Up Jill

The wiry brunette stood impatiently in front of the drive-in screen, rolling her eyes at the frantic activity in front of her. Jill MacGarrie casually drew a line in the sand with the heel of her sandal as she waited for her companion to get on with it.

“Don’t hurry or anything,” she sighed. “It’s not like there aren’t way better ways to spend my time than roasting in the sun…”

About fifty feet away, Jack held up a pleading hand for a little patience as he used his other hand to manically adjust an odd apparatus in front of him. It stood about five feet tall and looked like a film projector at first glance. At second glance, one would notice the odd shape of the lens, or that it didn’t actually hold film. A third glance would make clear that this thing, whatever it was, only shared a silhouette with a film projector, but no amount of gawking would make its hideous purpose obvious.

“Breaking the laws of nature takes time,” Jack insisted as he continued to fiddle. “And I’m almost done. I told you, I have a very specific set of skills…”

Jill rolled her eyes again, with such disdain that the effort was almost audible. “And I told you, they need to be put towards making me BIGGER. Now.”

Jack nodded quickly. “I get the idea. A little patience would be nice, but…lucky for you, we don’t need it anymore. It’s ready.”

“Lucky for you, not me. If you disappointed me, you’d be walking back to town.”

“We’ll still be walking back to town, babe,” Jack smiled, flipping a switch on the device. “And everyone will see us coming!”

There was an electric hum and an alien smell almost like but also entirely different from ozone. An indigo beam show from the not-lens on the not-projector, striking Jill squarely in the chest. She gasped as if she’d been struck.

Her second gasp was as if she’d been struck in a particularly sensitive area. It segued into a moan with little prompting. Her lithe body shivered and then shuddered and then convulsed, each wave of motion seeming to generate more of the girl into existence. She grew taller and wider by the second, meat and mass piling onto her frame as the formerly-trim girl got FAT as well as inhumanly tall. Chins and belly rolls and thunder thighs multiplied by the second as she continued to writhe in agonized ecstasy.

Jack took a step back to take in his success as well as secure his own safety. She was blowing up FAST, the last clothes she’d ever be able to wear shredding off her body like an overfilled balloon.

“Ohhhh…yesss….”

Jill’s voice was getting deeper, more baritone, surprisingly un-feminine as she hit fifteen feet, then twenty, then fifty in the blink of an eye. Jack couldn’t see past her massively-swelling tits, and then he couldn’t see past her newborn FUPA.

He shuddered as the wave of her body heat and the fine mist of her sweat swept over the area. How big was she?

After a minute that was also an eternity, her expansion stopped. She towered over the big screen behind her, over the treetops and utility poles…

Jack held back a manic laugh. “Ohhhh, baby…you’re so…HOT! I can’t wait to join you.”

A low rumbling emerged from the corpulent Titan. It took Jack’s ears a moment to realize she was speaking.

“‘Join me?’ You wish, you fucking runt. Zap me again. I want your shot of this thing, too.”

Jack turned pale, a cold sweat overcoming him despite the humidity caused by the giant girl’s presence. “But…but our plan!”

“I got a new plan. It’s called: grow into a fucking GOD. Zap me again. NOW. Or you’ll go in here for a while.”

The thunderclap caused when she slapped the hillside of her fat ass shook Jack to his core.

“Well…I wanted a big bitch. Shouldn’t be surprised when I got one,” he sighed, as he flipped the switch again.

Jill’s manic laughter rolled through the land like thunder.

[secretsandwritinggs]

The first one of these did so good I figured why not make the second part to it so here’s the continued part for random Lawrusso family headcanons:

Anthony has a special container/box type-thing for his many notebooks

Daniel actually had to place a limit on Anthony and his notebooks (Anthony is only limited to having two notebooks monthly but if he’s good he gets three of them)

Sam and Johnny have a habit where they’ll speak to themselves when no one is around

Anthony out of everyone has the least amount of clothes while Robby has the most amount

Sam tends to donate a lot of her clothes to places where they can be recycled into other items

Robby saves every single birthday, holiday, note he’s ever received from the family

Sam has a random chocolate bowl in her room that Robby and Anthony steal chocolate from

Sam and Daniel started a savings and checking account for both Robby and Anthony

All the kids drink different milks for different reasons

Robby drinks lactose free (he found out he was lactose intolerant at a doctors appointment), Anthony drinks almond milk (he likes the smell, taste, and color of it), and Sam drinks 2% (she claims it makes her coffee taste better).

Everyone likes different types of coffee depending on the day they just had

Johnny has arthritis and Sam has it mildly but both are bed bound whenever it rains because it hurts too much to move

Sam on her period, especially if it’s heavy, can hardly move so whenever she butt scoots or rolls down the stairs

Anthony and Sam enjoy going to Goodwill for cds and beanie babies

Johnny has given Sam the most of his old stuff and vise versa with Daniel and Robby

Sam has every type of charger or plug you’ll need for things and at the airport she’s in charge of the technology for the whole family

Everyone has noise canceling headphones for plane rides and has a particular seat on the plane

Sam sits either in the aisle or the window seat, Robby prefers to sit in the middle (because he likes getting both the arm rests), Anthony likes the aisle seat (because he gets to pee first without shimming through people), Johnny mostly sits by the window on the plane, and Daniel sits in the middle or aisle seat.

Anthony unironically says he’s going to start “tweaking” if he doesn’t get his 24 pack of Dr. Pepper for the month

Daniel also had to limit him on his Dr. Pepper intake because no such child should be “tweaking” from not having soda and claimed it was making him addicted

Both Robby and Anthony are on the minimal while Sam is more of maximal type of person

Anthony and Sam share a jack-and-jill bathroom

Robby mostly sleeps downstairs in the media room while Anthony sleeps in his gaming chair down there

Sam keeps the guest bathrooms stocked with bath products for whoever

Sam tends to do Anthony’s hair treatment also braids his hair time-to-time

Daniel buys the kids random gifts on weird days

Sam is the one who made them a new kitchen table after the first one broke on itself

Robby self assigned himself as the mail boy of the house so every morning he would go out and get the mail

Sam is the self assigned cleaner of the house - she tends to stress clean a lot and they just let her get at it and not disturb her

Johnny often makes fruit salad for the kids for how much they consul of fruit

Robby and Anthony unironically say or text to each other, “What’s up brother 🤓☝️”

The kids have a group chat outside the main family group chat

Anthony steals Sam’s perfume to smell nice

Sam can 100% fit into some of Johnny’s clothes

Oh gosh, there’s still so much I can add to this list but I’m going to cut it off right here and of course these are all loosely based on my own family. If you couldn’t already tell that my family is a weird bunch then, I’m going to hold your hand when I say this to you hun… 🧍‍♂️

Parts in order: one

[the-paper-shredder]

Tom's Death

Giant warning that this post is... all over the place (it's the ADHD) and a good portion of this theory was not created by me, you'll see why in a bit.

So... Tom's death is a topic of massive debate. The extent of his injuries are so brutal that theories range from being beaten to death, to a bear attack, to falling from a high place, and more. This post is going to be about a specific theory I came across, talking about it, and then expanding on it because I believe it might be the correct one.

In early 2018, someone posted on the Wick wiki theorizing that Tom died in the well. Now, you might be either curious or confused, but if you want, read the full post linked! Though, do note I will be explaining nearly everything talked about in that post (lol) here for clarity.

Let's start with Tom's clothing: similar to Tim's, but, of course, torn up. However, something I don't think most notice is how the fabric looks damp, similar to Lillian's rabbit plush, along with the dirtiness that's present on Lillian's clothing. Additionally, Tom's hair seems to be sticking to his scalp as if flattened, his hair are clumped into big strands like hair does when wet. (Plus Tom's hair is much darker than Tim's, which could just be the fact that identical twins do have some physical differences, but hair also darkens when wet so, both might be true?)

Onto his behavior in game, Tom makes... a lot of noise. Some of those noises sound like it came from gurgling/choking on water, especially when playing No Way Out (though that could just be the blood leaking from his mask, but still, something to note). On top of that, while Lillian floats in the air as if swimming, Tom's way of sliding into view feels quite similar, especially in certain times you get killed where he glides toward you.

Onto other pieces of evidence: baby imagery/symbolism has only really been related to Tom. His baby rattle with the audio of him as an infant, the audio that comes with the journal page about him has two babies crying (the twins), so... it'd only make sense for the crib under the bridge and the baby crying in the well to be connected to Tom.

And you may be wondering why I bring up the crib under the bridge, well, the bridge is likely also a factor in Tom's death, not just the well. Note how in the A Bridge Two Fear achievement, it features Tom.

In the audio accompanying Tom's leg brace, Lillian sings ring around the rosie. (Which, interestingly enough, is also the same nursery rhyme used as the caption for Lillian's NWO drawing posted by the developers on Twitter.) This nursery rhyme suggests Tom possibly died from a fall and considering the extent of his injuries, it probably took a slight bit of effort even with him having polio. Both Lillian and Tom are said to have fallen down. Lillian fell down the well, Tom fell down the bridge and the well. Remember that there was a Jack along with Jill in their respective nursery rhyme, that could mean something.

Now, here's my take: Tom fell down the bridge (the cause? Debatable, I just have my headcanons) but didn't die... and someone acting under malice finds him. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, they drop Tom down the well to both finish the job and hide his body for a time. After all, a common way to make a changeling reveal itself is to drown it...

The Well Well Well achievement has its own place as evidence. Three candles on the well. One wiki user commented on a different post that they found an article talking about candles for the dead. Perhaps the candles represent three victims, Lillian, Tom, and Sam?

[livingdeadgirl3]

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[emocl0wnpp]

Because i'm in a fankid frenzy again,time to properly introduce my babies!!(part1)

(Also in the current canon they're all adults-)

Also they're all in the same friendgroup-

So first we have Claws' and Jack's kids,Liam and Lau

A little about them

Liam:

He was adopted when he was 7(he died as a human and due to a mistake,ended up in hell where Claws found him as a little ghostie creature-)

The doll he "uses as his body" was made to look like Jack(duh) because he looked up to his father as a child

Though as he grew older he looked up to Claws more and more

The doll is made out of porcelain btw-

He knows how to play the piano :D

He was in his school's sport team(main reason why he's buff as hell)

He's very much..expressionless,and has trouble expressing his emotions in general

He's kind of like a mime

But he's a very sweet guy tho!

He's gay..very gay #manlover

He owns a casino in the underworld and is kind of a maffia leader,but still works under Zalgo

Lost some of his colors :((

Mama's boy(the good kind-)

His best friends are Floss,Jay,Corn,Berry and Alan(they'll be mentioned later)

Absolutely spoils Alan(his bf) even if he can't show affection/love properly

Knows his way around guns

If you need a gun he knows where to get them(from him)

Very much overprotective of Lau

Jill's favourite (and only) nephew

Now Lau!

Same story as Liam,except she was adopted when she was 6(Liam was 12 by that time)

The pretty pink princess of her family

Very much a daddy's girl

Jack spoiled her rotten when she was a kid

But thankfully Claws didn't let her to become a spoiled brat

...she's still a brat though,but a likeable one

She was the pretty cheer captain of her school :D

And she was in the theatre club too

Pretty much a Draculaura, Regina George, and Heather C. kind of gal

She works as a model in the underworld (she rich rich)

Loves having girl's only days with Claws(we love a wholesome mother-daughter duo)

Her besties are Cheryl,Jenna and Floss(will be mentioned later)

Makes Jack carry her stuff when she goes shopping

Actually she makes Jay(her husband),Liam AND Jack carry her shit-

Biggest girl's girl out there.

HUGE Millionares and Britney Spears fan

Despite her "bimbo" persona,she's hella smart

Jill's favourite (and only) niece

Next up are the trouble trio..Vicky and Candy's sons Candy Floss(just Floss or Flossy), Candy Corn(or just Corn) and Jay(the pics are in this order)

First, Floss:

The oldest twin

Takes a lot of pride in being the oldest twin

He's a loveable jerk

Trans guy!! (Still dresses kind of feminine to break stereotypes)

Has a deep ass voice

His hair is dyed. Non if it was his real hair color(his og hair is the same color as Jay's)

He takes after his dad Candy a lot..like a LOT

But he's a momma's boy like Liam-

He had to do cheerleading instead of being in the sports team bc his coach was an asshole,but during his senior year he was allowed to play in the team :D

Bullies his brothers as a form of love

Ngl he's kind of a jerk to everyone but it's his love language

Pretty boy™️

Does modelling with Lau :D

His best friends are Liam,Alan,Jenna,Cheryl and ofc,his brothers

Has a ferret named Noodles

Despite his jerk personality,he's an absolute loverboy when it comes to his lovely wife Jenna

Next up,Corn!

The middle son of the 3

Pretty much the quiet artsy kid

Who knows how to make bombs

Half of his face is burned,but he covers with it makeup

He has a strange shape-shifting ability that makes his colors change according to the seasons(will post it either here or in a p2 post)

He's probably the closest to Candy from his brothers

But he learned witchcraft from Vicky and very much enjoys it

He has a prostetic leg because of an accident(same as his burn marks)

He usually wears funky clothes

His wife is named Halloween :D (she's not my oc but one of my bff's,and idk if he has tumblr or no so i can't show her-)

Even tho he's quiet,when he snaps it's over. He can be a big bitch let's just say that-

But i swear he's a cool guy

His best friends are his brothers,Berry and Liam

He was also in the sports team alongside Liam

He stores stuff in is hair (his hair genuinely works as a portal-)

And last but not least, Jay and his assistant Opal the snake!

The youngest of the twins

And probably the oddball-

The sweetest guy alive

Literally THE husband material

But his heart already belongs to Lau :3

Matching west and bowtie with Liam!!

The patches on his shirt represent his brothers and friends

He owns many snakes,but Opal is his baby

Again,best husband out there,also spoiled Lau rotten

Got bullied by his brothers but loves them regardless

He's has a dad bod!

He has a little portal in his hat

He got Vicky's thick german accent-

Unlike his brothers,he learned a lot from Jason actually

His best friends are his brothers,Liam,Berry and Alan

Lau made him dye a pink strand in his hair-

His dream is to make his own circus and he works HARD to achive that

He's very The Greatest Showman coded

He'd probably love that movie too

Next iiiiis Jenna! The daughter of Jason the toymaker and Jade(i STILL didn't make a post of her-)

Prettiest doll out there!!

Looks a lot like her mom :3

Her eyes are made from glass

The sweetest girl out there

Daddy's girl,learned a LOT from Jason

Literally just a ray of sunshine

The kindest killer out there if there's a thing like that-

Besties with Lau and Cheryl <33

She did cheerleading too

But she loves all of her friends equally

Also an art kid like Corn-

Even though she's a sweet and well mannered girl,she got her anger from her dad-

She has a slight french accent because of her mom

Her parents did not approve of her relationship with Floss but she didn't care

She's pretty rebellious ngl

But other than that she's just a bundle of joy

Despite all these sweet things i listed for her she's lowkey like Jecka from Class of 09-

Also she's very much a Heather M. and Gretchen girl

Next up,Cheryl and Alan :D

First Cheryl:

Alan's twin :3(the older half)

She's mute and uses her mask to talk

Modded her mask to sound like Hatsune Miku once

Both of her arms and legs are prostetics(lost them in a fire related accident,along with her voice)

She's a proxy for Slendy

She usually hangs around Clockwork and Kate the Chaser when she's with the other proxies

But her besties are Lau and Jenna of course<33

But she's also friends with BEN and Toby

Both her and Alan are raised by their older sister Natasha

Lesbian women kisser woman lover♡♡♡

Heather D. and Karen kind of gal(she ain't dumb she just loves Karen with all her heart)

Girl failure but it's okay I love her

Did cheerleading with Lau and Jenna as well

Very good around tech and hacking

Her and BEN make a great duo when comes to tech

She learned sign language just to cuss people out

Now Alan:

Cheryl's twin(the younger half)

He gets bullied by Cheryl for being 0.1 second younger

He loves her with every fiber of his body tho

He's dyslexic

He's also a proxy for Slendy

He usually hangs around Masky Hoodie and Toby,they're like the brothers he never had

He looks up to Masky a LOT

But his best friends are Liam,Cheryl,the trouble trio and Berry

Gay

And Liam's biggest fan(we love a supporting boyfriend)

He used to be scared of Liam's family,especially Lau since they are in the same friendgroup

He got his burn mark in the same accident as Cheryl

Ngl he's kind of a jock himbo

Unless Liam is around then he's just a simp

Borrowed Hoodie's old,well,hoodie-

Helps Cheryl with tech stuff

Now time for the oddball of the group,Berry

Zalgo's son

No his full name isn't Berry i just forgot his actual name

Berry is just his nickname

Yes Zalgo got himself a son

Though Berry ain't nothing like him

He's canonically autistic btw and his special interest is humans+human biology!!

Let's not count how many humans Zalgo got killed for Berry

He surprisingly gets along with Lazari

Claws had to babysit him when he was little

Till this day he calls her mom by accident

His bestfriends are everyone in his friendgroup but he's the closest to Liam and Lau

He can be hella scary ngl

When he's mad or just really overwhelmed all hell is unleashed

He's over 5 meters/16 feet tall damn

He's fluffy unlike Zalgo

He made a lot of comments about his dad being all bones AND being bald

Zalgo babies him to death and he hates it a lot

He loves his dad tho

The person in the back holding him is his wife Y(who also belongs to the same friend as Halloween does)

He's a pretty sweet guy who can and will do wrong,but usually he's very friendly to those who are friendly to him

Notes:

Corn's different season looks along with some other kiddos will be included in another post bc i can't add more pics</3

Hope you enjoyed this tho!!

[grrrl-kisser]

Goth and It's Subcultures

A subculture is often associated with subgenres of music. Subcultures are built around the beliefs and political views of a group of people who share an interest in the same thing. A subculture is a smaller and more specific group of a culture for example Goth, Punk, Metalheads, Hip Hoppers, Hipsters, etc. In this I will be talking more about the Goth based ones.

Disclaimer, I myself am not Goth, I do enjoy the music, but I just don't consider myself Goth. However, I absolutely adore the style, sound, and history of it all. So of course, if you are actually Goth or there is something in here, I got incorrect, please let me know! This does not include every subculture but instead my favorites and the ones I’ve done the most research on. Victorian Goth, Bubble Goth, Deathrock, Gothic Lolita, Nu goth, and I’m sure a few others are all the subcultures I haven't wrote about/done enough research about yet.

Goth itself was inspired by Punk fashion, the Punk movement beginning mid 70s and Goth rising and gaining popularity from mid 70s-80s. Not only inspired by Punk but also; gothic literature, horror films, vampirism, religious imagery, Catholicism, and Egyptian mythology which is where the common and famous ankh cross comes from, often seen in Goth fashion as belts, earrings, necklaces, etc.  Goth, especially traditional and romantic, often uses dark metaphors for beautiful things, such as cannibalism for love, death for eternity and peace, decaying for passage of time, shadows for mystery, hunger for desire, I could easily go on. Yes, fashion can be a big part of it, but beliefs are more important. Even if you're a Baby Bat or don’t/can’t dress Goth as long as you aren’t a bigoted fuck and enjoy the music, you’re perfectly fine.

It's common for subcultures to take inspiration from others or blend them together. For example, a subgenre Riot Goth coined by Jessicka from Jack Off Jill was invented in the 90s. It took the sound of Goth Metal and combined it with the lyricism and topics of Riot Grrrl, a Punk subgenre focused on the feminist movement. 

 The Traditional Goth look is in my opinion a mix of Victorian and the New Wave look, think David Bowie, but in darker or all black colors. Messy/Bats nest hair, and androgynous clothing, a common look in plenty of subcultures. No dividing by gender but instead simply style. Often paired with ankh, silver jewelry, rosaries, or occultish jewelry as well.

Romantic Goth, very similar to traditional but more deep reds, maroons, purples, and such. Most of the time with a more feminine look fishnets, lace, corsets, gloves, long flowy skirts, and leather is Romantic Goth. Despite the feminine look being more common for the Romantic Goths that isn't to say men can’t dress that way either often in blouses, cravats, ascots, vests, tailcoats, and trousers. The Romantic Goth definitely plays more into the vampiric look 

Another is Mall Goth which took fashion from the Gothic cultures and subgenres from Metalheads and specifically Industrial Metal, Nu Metal, and even some Emo. Mall Goths are called that from their Hot Topic style from the 90s-2000s they were more of Metalheads who dressed Goth for the aesthetic it's often blamed for the death of Trad Goth and the commercialization of Goth. 

Industrial Goth was all about the dystopian look and sound, with futuristic style and electronic music. Often seen in tactical gear with a tech inspired look. Very similar to Cybergoth but instead of bright colors and Raver inspired clothing it's more about the tech look, of course metallics and such are still being used along with platforms. A big difference between Cyberpunks and Industrial Goths is that while Cyberpunk is about being anti establishment, how high tech and low life the future seems. While Industrial Goth is more about romanticizing/accepting the mechanical and techy aspects of industrialization, and dehumanization of the dystopian society. 

Then Cybergoth sometimes mixed up Industrial Goth, a similar fashion concept all black with pops of color but Cybergoth takes it to the next level mixing it with raver clothes/culture often with brightly colored hair/hair extensions as well as colorful steampunk looking goggles and masks. Often called Gravers(Goth Ravers) seen in pvc, reflective fabrics, neons, and platforms. These Gravers took inspiration from Cyberpunk, Rave, and Goth fashion/culture.

Another one of my favorites is Gothabilly, combining the fashion and sound of Rockabilly but adding a Gothic twist. The subgenre made most popular by The Cramps and Skully Records in the 90s. The style is very similar to Rockabilly focusing on reds, purples, blacks and occasionally whites. Polka dots, plaids, checkers, cherry prints, swing dresses, leather jackets, bandanas, vintage style sunglasses, combat boots or platform heels. Men with very 50s style hair typically slicked back black hair with streaks of color occasionally.

[naturalbornluvr]

can we see what ur bedroom looks like? :3

it’s kinda ugly rn & i might post pics when i make it cute but i will tell u guys what it looks like bcs i feel like it. sooo i have baby pink walls. fairy lights. there r two doors in one corner; one of them goes to the hallway and one of them goes to the jack & jill bathroom i share w my brother but he only uses it to piss at night so it’s basically mine. on the opposite corner, there’s 2 windows. one of them looks down to the deck and a pretty good view of like, trees and stuff. the other window goes out to the roof of the deck patio thing and u can climb out and sit on the roof :3 it’s reallyyy high up off the ground. next to that window i have my bed on one side. black upholstered bed frame, pink comforter, those coquette floral bedsheets, my comfy slanket thing, a christmas blanket, stuffies, & my cal army shirt also lives here lol. i have a white bedside table. on the other side of that window there i have a vanity but i do my makeup on the floor in front of my black target skinny mirror. i use my vanity to js sit and draw at usually. i have a bean bag that i put my clean clothes that i may or may not put away onto. i also have a door that goes to my closet with a victoria’s secret bag on the handle. i have a dresser with my tv, my calico critters, a salt lamp, and my crosley voyager record player on it. all of the surfaces in my room r basically covered with stuff like perfume bottles, candles, nail polish, books, lighters, monster & diet coke cans, grandma trinkets, little hello kitty things, & other random shit. i have a scale that i put in front of my dresser for some reason. there’s also a bookshelf with a jewelry box on it. i have a big tapestry thingy of lana del rey winking in front of an american flag and a bunch of little posters around my room too. room is 6.5/10 messiness imo

[randomestroleplays]

𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡: 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 (X)

( mun is 25, minors dni )

POSSIBLE STARTERS:

And you wanna scream don’t call me “kid”, don’t call me "baby”

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Jack and Jill get fucked up and possessive when it get dark

But my hips have missed your hips

You’ll know I can put on a show

You fucked me so good that I almost said, “I love you”

How you laughed when you said my name and how you gripped my hips so mean

I know I’ve only felt religion when I’ve lied with you

And you know damn well, for you I would ruin myself

With his educated eyes and his head between my thighs

“you’re a good fuck. that’s it.”

“you’d look better with those clothes on the floor.”

“what the fuck is patience?”

THEME SONGS:

nonsense

honey

off to the races

strange love

young god

s&m

dress

cola ( pussy )

lying is the most fun a girl can have

for your entertainment

hold me down

guys my age

hold it against me

video games

MOST SUITED OCS:

ARIANNE MARTIN ( teen wolf / crossovers )

CARLOTTA FALCONE ( the batman / dc / crossovers )

CAROLINE SOMERSET ( original / fandom crossovers )

JULIETTA DRAKE ( batman / dc / crossovers )

KAT SMITH ( supernatural / crossovers )

KYLA KELLER ( gossip girl 2021 / crossovers )

OPHELIA WAYNE  ( gotham / dc / crossovers )

ROWENA ABBOTT  ( titans / dc / crossovers )

SVETLANA NOVIKOFF ( grishaverse / crossovers )

MOST SUITED OCS (NOT YET INTRODUCED):

Coco Bates ( gossip girl 2021 / crossovers )

Elle Harper ( titans / dc / crossovers )

Jaqueline Grant ( gilmore girls / crossovers )

Josie Archibald ( gossip girl / crossovers )

Katherine Wayne ( the batman / dc / crossovers )

Reese Masrani ( jurassic world / crossovers )

Valentina Wolfe ( gossip girl 2021 / crossovers )

Vanessa Kline ( titans / dc / crossovers )

( notes: any oc can be aged up to 18+ for nsfw rps, open to exploring darker topics but please talk to me before introducing them to a thread, hard limits are pedophelia, rape, blood, bathroom kinks, and incest, I would prefer not to rp smut without talking first to be on the same page about triggers, relationship dynamics, etc — I can’t promise to be interested in writing every kink out there, but I’m willing to give almost anything a try )

[imperfectly360]

I told Rick Rick that I really like Hannahballarina the ballerina from ballerina farm and Rick Rick is so amazing and told me he will sacrifice Alyssa and their two children so that I can live my dreamy homestead life with him. He told me he will do it right away. I'm so happy Rick Rick will demolish his family for me. He's everything I hope for. He's everything I need. We could both care less about ham hocks and demon children and make joint decisions that make us both happy. Rick Rick understands my heart and we live to please one another. Bye Alyssa! We are considerate and caring and are really sensitive with each other. Rick Rick wants to see me milk cows and smash patties and fry fritter tatters together with other smorgasbord and scoop out that big gourd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rick Rick! Has told me a candle a day keeps our fire burning a forever and that he will soap up my toes every day with well water from the jack and jill hill!!!!! I love Rick Rick he even told me I can keep Alyssa's gnarly slippers from our own mountain goat idk how Alyssa got her paws on them but they sure aren't hers and we snatched them back real quick. Rick Rick told me he doesn't remember Alyssa who anymore. I told Rick Rick, same. We just double sear our potatoes in maple glaze and much on cherry tomatoes all day that we apricot London and champagne because tree bark love music pets and bird to the chicken and wake up eggs zucchini mushrooms gluten magnesium skinny cow popcorn becomes Meijer small bin box bulk small 1.25 feed sunflower enrichment extra foamy squeeze cotton cloud mommy blankets clean linen naked baby no clothes moccasins bb love clean pampered butt powder clean dirty animal no more spaghetti with garlic bread carbi barbi deer rabbit nature milk and kitchen thrift store flea market garage sale yard sale lemonade stand cookies lonely soldier wolf bush berries tent sad boy never cry again whopper big Mac 8 dollars pay lovers lane Starbucks sweet drink more please thanks good boy see you l8r lol apron hairnet nanny Jewish homebody bake bread good morning rise and shine I love Rick Rick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 390, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage)

WORDS: 1193

I chuckled as I walked back out into the backyard, having disappeared inside to do my motherly duties and change Baby Tommy’s diaper. Aaron was barbequing up burgers and hotdogs on the grill and little girl was on his godfather’s chest, kicking up a fuss anyone would try to remove her.

“Daddy!” Baby Tommy whine from my arms, holding out his little baby arms as he showed what he wanted. I settled him in next to his sister, pressing a sweet kiss onto Peter’s lips.

 “KISS KISS!” demanded little girl, getting affection from me as well. “Baby Tommy kiss kiss!” She mashed her face onto his cheek with a loud MWAH, still associating the sound with the show of affection rather than the actual gesture.

 “Food’s ready!” Aaron called out just then before beginning to plate up the burgers and hot dogs, grinning as he talked to Benjimen and Daphne, the newly engaged pair beaming happily as they wafted in a daze of happiness and bliss. Adam and Anna were both sitting underneath the big oak tree that provided shade  to much of the backyard, Daisy lying next to the blind woman, keeping an eye out for any danger at all. The girls were in a cluster giggling as they talked preteen girl talk. Ephriam was complaining about how Bob enjoyed making everything in the office much harder while Evan handed out special cookies that he had made for the event at hand.

 “Mommy?” Katie meeped, coming to stand in front of me with bright pink cheeks. “I peed myself.”

 “Okay, let’s go inside and I’ll take care of you, okay now?” I told her in a gentle voice as I steered her inside. While she was in the bathroom taking care of herself, I was in her bedroom picking out a fresh pair of underwear and jeans. I knocked on the twin’s Jack and Jill bathroom and exchanged them for her ruined clothes. I went down into the laundry room to toss the jeans and underwear into for a quick wash cycle.

 As I was setting the spin cycle, Peter came tearing inside, fury clear as day on his face as he half stomped half limped his way to the front door, which he yanked opened before stepping outside and tearing into whoever was outside.

 I quickly finished up before heading out to see what had irked my terrifying husband’s ire. I pulled back the curtains in the sunroom and saw Peter yelling at a tiny, wizarding woman in a light lilac power skirt suit and I felt my heart drop.

 “Hello Mrs. Bradshaw, to what do I owe this visit to?” I asked in a sweet voice as I came out behind Peter and wrapped my arms loosely around his hips.

 “Mary Claire dear.” My hackles raised at the affectionate way she said my name, as though we were long old friends. “I hired a private investigator a few months back to check into the wellbeing of my son… and I was told that he had a child. I want to meet my grandchild-”

 “Not fucking happening!” Peter snarled, snorting out through his nose as he took a lumbering step forward. “Leave. Now. You’re trespassing.”

 “Aaron doesn’t want to see you,” I added in. “As the mother of little girl, I can clearly say fuck the ever shitting hell off of the property or else the police will be called.”

 I tugged my husband back into the house just as Daniel wandered inside with the babies in his arms.

 “Hey, what’s going on?” he wondered as he handed over a happily squealing little girl.

 “Aaron’s mother came and was demanding to see little girl,” I grumbled.

 BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG

 “My love!” I latched onto his arm as Mrs. Bradshaw began banging on the front door. “Daniel-”

 “On it.” His eyes were spitting out determination as he tossed his head back. “WHOOT WHOOT!”

 My other six brothers stampeded into the house, clustering tightly around Adam as he laid out a plan of attack before they all left the house.

 “God bless having seven extremely overprotective brothers,” I chuckled as Mrs. Bradshaw was forced to leave the property before my brothers came back inside.

 “Problem taken care of MC,” Gideon told us, swooping in to grab at little girl’s foot.

 Little girl let out a tired giggle as she clung to her beloved godfather, clearly near sleep as she gripped at Peter’s green shirt with one hand and his loose hair with her other fist.

 “Ah, is little girl tired?” I cooed as I took Baby Tommy from my older husband’s arms and carried him outside to say goodbye to the party attendees. I smiled my thanks at Evan and Ephriam, who started to break down the food table and the girls carried the food inside to be bagged up to be taken home.

 “Gramacy you two!” I thanked my brother and his boyfriend as Baby Tommy fell asleep in my arms. “My love, I’m going to go up now and feed Baby Tommy, alright?”

 “Alright sweetheart,” he agreed as he watched the party disbanding.

 I kipped up to the master bedroom, where I arranged myself on the bed and undressed myself to allow Baby Tommy to latch onto me.

 I was humming with a gentle smile on my face when I looked up and saw Peter lumbering into through the doorway, leaning heavily onto his cane as he limped his way up to the bed and collapsed onto it. I giggled as I squeezed my nipple, making a thin stream of milk fly out and nail Peter in the eyelid and the corner of his mouth.

 “You hungry you, big baby you?” I asked with a giggle, welcoming him in to feed off of my healthy supply of motherly milk and letting out a lazy sigh as he began to greedily suck from me, giving me a rather perverse joy in me feeding my two best boys.

 I hummed softly as I cupped at the back of my husband’s head, just holding him as I drifted off to sleep.

  Gramercy, thank you, old French?

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@starchild0985​

[writer59january13]

No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.

perhaps cuz mine generation nsync with baby boom.

No matter birth canal long since got breached, countless (three plus) scores of years I quickly grew

impossible mission to plunge (think Nestea commercial) headfirst back into utero,

yours truly haint got any handy dandy blues clue,

nonetheless said wish - I broach to you,

whether ye reside in Baku Guangzhou Kalamazoo Kathmandu Peru Thimphu Timbuktu.

Sudden pang roared awake nsync like blazing saddles hot enough to sizzle steak

torpid, humid, and arrid extra dry to take

breath away analogous vacuumed courtesy fire breathing dragon chilling parched scales in great lake

already this doubting Thomas doth hanker

for global warming yore less than six months ago

geesh for goodness sake, when Earth did bake triple digit temperatures

no thirst could slake,

thus intravenous feeding in tandem with trach

still inadequate to brake

yours truly did pine... for chill

against dehydration, ah only to wake,

when came the morrow, where Jack and Jill sweat buckets, this before they climbed uphill

akin to madding crowd clamoring, thirsting, gulping... every last drop essentially emptying damn immense reservoir spill

futilely swilling parched lips till...

Old cranks shrugged off exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff

younger generation's creature comforts

old geezers recalled back in the day as laddies and Tom boy lassies did slough

no trespassing signs skinny dipping after they shuck off

clothes giddily swinging atop highest bough

playing hooky averse learning would ever payoff

pitying other kids in school

former gathering rosebuds...

around lunchtime hunger relishing stealing stroganoff

under nose of Mister Groff,

one former German World War II, who colluded with American "boys"

despite heavily decorated luftwaffe

and posthumously honored Veterans day getting last laugh!

[boutiquebabygirlclothing-blog]

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[jackandjillclothingboutique-blog]

baby lace ruffle romper frilly baby rompers baby bubble romper pattern cheap baby girl clothes baby car seats infant girl rompers unique baby girl clothes petti romper setsurban baby clothes smocked bubble clearance baby bubble romper wholesale little me baby clothes cool baby clothes baby girl car seat covers baby clothes wholesale closeout baby clothes