#make that thang ugly !!

[autisticqueenorder]

[thekidsfromyestergay]

Does Frank know that a bunch of teenagers are mad at him right now and the only way to fix it is by posting his tits again

[socialbunny]

new gen correct dustin and dirk 2023 wot wot :)

[samarecharm]

Gotta make a list of personas each thief loves the most. They gotta have favorites; you just know Ryuji lost his fucking mind seeing Hell Biker for the first time

[binch-i-might-be]

DECIDED ON A WHIM THAT I WOULD MOVE A CABINET INTO THE CORNER NEXT TO THE SOFA. UNFORTUNATELY IT WAS JUST ONE (1) CENTIMETRE TOO WIDE FOR THAT CORNER. THIS OF COURSE DID NOT STOP ME.LONG STORY SHORT I AM VERY WINDED AND SWEATY AFTER WRESTLING AN UNYIELDING ARMREST AN A MASSIVE WOOD CABINET INTO SUBMISSION

[hella1975]

got my flabbers gasted at niagara falls

[yume-fanfare]

cute keychains are my kryptonite

[radioves]

if you draw humanoid characters as just humans with a little bit of spice id hate to break it to you but your a complete coward

[nomaishuttle]

anything exciting going on today guys. ive been playing sdv all day due to the devil resides within me

[genderqueerdykes]

i honestly wanna say a huge fuck you to everyone says that tdicks are gross and make transmascs feel bad about wanting or having bottom growth. this is like. one of the most desired effects of testosterone amongst the vast majority of transmascs i meet. so many trans men i've known have been clawing and foaming at the mouth to have a tdick, and had their bottom dysphoria severely lessened or straight up have seen it go away because of bottom growth. no part of HRT is "gross" or "ugly" or "disgusting"- for every effect of HRT, yes even baldness, there is someone on this planet who wants that.

i don't care if you wouldn't want that for your body, there's no good reason to make trans people feel bad about the bodies we want and desire for our bodies. that's literally just transphobia. i hope you know this. telling trans men that our bodies will become "ugly" and "disgusting" is transphobia. being disgusted by trans bodies is transphobia. being disgusted by testosterone and its effects is transphobia.

also it's just not true. tdicks are so fucking hot. bottom growth is so fucking sexy. watch a transmasc pull down their pants and see that massive thang in action. that shit changes you for the better for life.

[viasdreams]

Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ plz shoot me and not with that gun

"what are you supposed to be?" jeno asked, settling into the back seat of jisung's car.

"gonna be so real, i just put on the sluttiest thing i could find."

renjun turned around in the passenger seat, looking your body up and down. "this is a costume party, you remember that right? what if they don't let you in?"

"it's still a jackson wang party, they'll let any girl with a pulse in. if they ask who i am, ill just say im a father's worst nightmare." you shrugged.

"jisung why are you blue?" jeno reached over the seat to stroke the driver's cheek.

"HEY!" jisung swatted his hand away. "don't fuck up my makeup."

"oh my bad man" jeno awkwardly sat back in his seat.

"don't worry about him, he's just nervous about meeting his boo thang. isn't that right ji?" you smirked at him in the rearview mirror.

"fuck yes im nervous" he drew out the 's', squeezing his eye shut.

"JISUNG EYES ON THE ROAD! OH MY GOD!" Renjun lurched for the wheel, swerving away from the trashcan lined up on the side of the street.

"if we crash right now, you'll never get to meet him ji," you reminded.

"shit you're right," jisung sat up straight, placing his blue hands at ten and two. "no one talk for the rest of the drive, papa needs to focus."

"you're not dressed as papa smurf though."

"JENO NO TALKING!"

you managed to get into the party with ease, jisung actually being the one questioned by security.

"are you like an ugly avatar?"

"no im a smurf," jisung anxiously bounced on his toes, looking through the door. "look im in costume, can i just go inside?"

"fine whatever." before the guard even motioned for him to go, jisung had already rushed inside, practically slamming into your back.

"ok now where is my beautiful man at?" jisung's eyes darted over the crowd, the backlights making his blue skin glow.

"here we can split up, ill go upstairs, you look down here. ill call you if i find him" the only reason you were at this party was so jisung could meet chenle, so you might as well help unite them.

"ok yeah, but if you find him, please don't make out with him. i know it'll be hard to resist his charm," jisung firmly grabbed both of your arms and gazed intensely into your eyes, "but please don't."

"don't worry ji, i would never do that to you." you pried his hands away and made your way to the stairs.

your search for the elusive brainy smurf was unsuccessful, and you were about to text jisung when you got a message yourself.

all thoughts of jisung and chenle left your mind as you swiftly made your way to jaemin.

before opening the door, you paused, preparing yourself to potentially lose the next day of your life due to the sheer power of jaemin's dick.

putting your hand on the knob, you felt a cold hand under yours.

"oh im sor- hyuck?"

an extremely awe-stricken donghyuck stood in front of you.

"yn? um you look..." his eyes traced over your barely covered body, "...cold."

you giggled, wrapping your arms around your torso.

"yeah a bit." you took a second to look at his costume, "looks like your prayers of becoming a vampire were answered."

"what? i am not a vampire." he forced a laugh and violently shook his head. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"uh, then what are you dressed as?"

"oh right! i am dressed as a vampire, yep. not an actual vampire though because those don't exist. and even if they did, i would not be one."

"yeah..." a silence fell between the two of you. "um anyways, are you going in here too?" you pointed at his hand still holding the door knob.

"oh yeah, im meeting jaemin in there."

"really?" he nodded, "so am i. he texted me to meet him here."

"wait why would jaemin ask you to meet him?"

you tried to respond but before you could the bedroom door swung open, a wide-eyed jaemin emerging.

"hey guys come in, come in." jaemin stepped aside, urging the two of you to enter.

"jaemin why did you call yn here?" donghyuck asked.

"ill get to that in a second, real quick," jaemin grabbed your hand and stared into your eyes, "yn can you help me?"

his hand was just as cold, if not colder than donghyuck's. they were both much colder than you, which was weird considering you're the one wearing next to nothing.

"yeah of course, what do you need?"

"for you to go to sleep."

donghyuck watched as your body fell limp, jaemin quickly catching you and moving your body to the bed.

"jaem what the hell is going on?"

"great save with that whole 'im not a vampire' thing just now." jaemin's tone was thick with sarcasm.

"oh you heard that?" donghyuck said, rubbing the back of his head.

"of course i heard it, we have heightened hearing remember."

"oh i forgot," donghyuck's gaze made it's way back to your sleeping body, "wait stop distracting me, what's happening? why is yn here and not her clone?"

now jaemin was the one rubbing the back of his head. "right yeah um there never was a clone."

"what?"

"ok before you freak out, just let me explain. i saw that you were having a hard time being around yn and all that stuff. and that's why you came to me for real blood."

"jaemin i know all of that, what do you mean there's no clone." donghyuck's voice was getting louder with each word.

jaemin took in a big breath, closing his eyes, "yn is the person i've been getting blood from." he opened one eye to gauge donghyuck's reaction.

"are you KIDDING ME JAEMIN?" donghyuck roared.

he wouldn't admit it, but the look on donghyuck's face truly scared jaemin.

"hyuck you said you wouldn't get mad. you swore on mark's life!"

"FUCK MARK!" donghyuck stepped forward, causing jaemin to step back, hitting the wall.

"is that why she was sick last week? you took too much of her blood?" he questioned through bared teeth.

"yes but you also took too much of her blood, so why is it such a big deal?"

"we both know that was different. i was a desperate fledgling, i didn't know what i was doing. you know damn well what you were doing."

"i was just trying to help you man. you didn't like the other blood i gave you, so i cut out the middle man and went straight to the source." he turned to look at you.

donghyuck grabbed his jaw, turning his face so it was looking directly at him, "don't look at her. you don't get to look at her after what you did."

jaemin's hand shot up to donghyuck's wrist, gripping it almost tight enough to break it.

"hyuck i know you think you're the shit, but don't forget i have 400 years of experience on you. this is not a battle you want to fight."

donghyuck let go of his jaw, bringing his hands to rub his eyes.

"she has lost so much blood recently, why did you think this was a good idea." the anger in his voice was replaced with hurt, confusion, and frustration.

jaemin shrugged, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

"i didn't like seeing you struggle, and you asked for help, so i helped."

"look i appreciate the thought, i really do," jaemin smiled, "but im also insanely pissed at you right now." jaemin's smile fell.

"im sorry. do you know what would make you feel better?" jaemin gently traced your collarbone.

"what dude?" donghyuck lowered his hands, following jaemin's voice. instead of seeing a remorseful vampire, looking apologetically at him, he saw jaemin sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck.

"JAEMIN!"

donghyuck rushed to pull him away from you, shoving jaemin to the ground with enough force to shake the entire house.

"i know you want some, don't lie. despite what mark says-"

he was interrupted by donghyuck's fist as it slammed into his nose.

they both gawked at each other, stunned at what just happened.

jaemin is the first to recover, flipping donghyuck onto his back and straddling his legs. with one hand, jaemin holds donghyuck's wrists over his head, grabbing his neck with the other.

"despite what mark say's, we're beings of violence. if we weren't supposed to drink a human's blood, why does it feel so good to sink our fangs into their necks?"

donghyuck writhed under jaemin's hold, struggling to free himself.

"answer me hyuck, you told me it was borderline orgasmic to drink yn's blood for the first time. why would it feel so good if it was bad?" the look on jaemin's face was undiscernible, a mix between pain and hunger.

"shut up." donghyuck spit back.

"you know im right, go try some right now and tell me you don't love it. tell me you don't feel powerful."

the door slammed open and an extremely concerned mark walked in.

"what the hell is going on, i could hear you guys fighting from downstairs." mark looked at the two boys on the ground, following their gaze to your body lying on the bed, dried blood dotting your neck.

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a/n: this ended up being much longer than i intended...anyways ive being thinking about this chapter for weeks and its crazy to actually write it 🤯

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[nomairuins]

like left is me writing them auickly middle is how i used 2 sign my name right is a variant on how my ks sometimes look (it depends on if i go down first or up first). they just dont look good and im sorry to my beautiful princess but like its my honest yruth .

i will say k is my favorite letter forever and shell never be dethroned thats my princess my sister shes been my constant companion and id give my life for her. She is like so difficult to make look good in fast handwriting

[veevei]

DAWN IN THE ADAN

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ch 15: stop looking at meee!!!!!!!😭

yn pov (3rd person)

after going shopping with maki —or more like shopping by herself with makis complaints about how much shes spending— she speed walks to toges dorm, pulling maki whos dragging her feet saying every excuse in the book to get out of this.

“maki i swear to god. i know you dont like meeting new peop-” maki quickly interrupts her “who said that? i can meet people just fine.”

“..mhm” yn says sarcastically

“shut up lets just go.”

“youre the one whose forcing me to drag you all the way there.”

when they finally get to toges dorm, toge and yuta are already rushing them out complaining on how late they were

“its not my fault! we wouldve been on time if maki wouldve stopped complaining!” yn says in protest.

by the time they make it to yujis dorm, only toge had the confidence to knock on the door. yuji opens it happily. “hiii! sorry nobaras running late haha!! come in already!!”

makis already judging him. hes a bit too cheerful, his shirt is ugly, so is his hair. they get ushered inside and toge comfortably sits on the couch while yn, maki and yuta sit on the edge. i mean they dont even know this guy personally, he could be setting up a saw trap as they speak.. or more like sit in silence uncomfortably.

when the door opens again, everyone turns to see a ginger haired girl breathing heavily. “y-yuji!.. i told you i was sho-.. oh hi.!” shes responded with polite waves. maki fidgets in nobaras hard stare. is this how everyone she looks at feels?

when yuji and toge finally pick mario party, they both tweet a stream announcement quickly before picking their characters.

yn hears footsteps coming from a different direction but think nothing of it. its probably the other dude, whatever hes name was. yuta and yn seem to getting more comfortable while making is still on the edge of the couch, her eyes fidgeting from person to person.

is maki nervous? she tries to see what is making her fidget with her hands and look like she just shit herself and her eyes lock on the ginger who immediately stops staring when she sees yns worried glare.

“she was totally staring!” yn whispered as she pulled makis shoulder down.

“i thought so…”

after awhile yn starts to feel eyes on her, although when she looks at the girl she sees that shes looking in the opposite direction.

then who is looking at her?

she looks to her right to see a black haired boy looking at her, who immediately looks away making him look even more guilty.

hi

sorry i wrote this at 2am

guys im not in college.. u can tell el o el sorry

this is the most spacious dorm ever 😭

FUCK I SHOULDVE MADE HIM LIVE OFF CAMPUS

wait did i ever mention that yuji lived on campus… let me reread…

DAMN IT 13 😕😕

i hate myself why did i say that

can i still gaslifht u guys

jk el o el

mario party agaiin how original 😒

i had to fight the urge to tweet “yk what they say.. hawk tuah stream on that thang!!!!” for yuji.. but it sounds like im being serious… IM SARCASTIC!!!!

saiki k referces

whats that kid staring ag?? ofc i must be his first crush!!!!!

teruhashi to yuta

yuta from jjk

haha

ok

erre

expect cp 16 never

ok bye

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[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 15: Shotgunning with Deadpool

Pairing: Deadpool x Nongendered!Reader Word Count: 2201 Warning: Drug use (weed), Shotgunning, Wade's affinity for nicknames, Making out, Lil bit of heavy petting (Over clothes). Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

You and Wade Wilson have a…Unique relationship.

It started simply enough. You were neighbors, your apartment being to the left of his. You’d seen him a few times in passing, weird ass red and black suit and swords and guns, covered in blood on more occasions than not, which he always promised wasn’t his as if that was any comfort.

It didn’t take long for his job as a mercenary to get mentioned, though it was in this quickly mentioned and moved on from way, like when the person you’re talking to already knows a fact, so you touch on it and leave it at that to continue the conversation.

It made the weapons make more sense, but it did nothing to explain the full body suit he wore, though with the way he joked about his “ugly mug” you had a feeling that he may have scars from his work or maybe a birthmark that he didn’t like people to see.

You could respect that, not like it was anyone’s business anyway.

For months the only interactions you had with the man were when your paths crossed in the hallways, stairwell, or at the mailboxes. That is, till he fell through your window one night at three in the morning, covered in blood and missing a whole fucking hand.

He’d thought your window was his.

After panicking, because what the actual fuck, you helped him back to his apartment and basically babysat him while his hand grew back because you didn’t really believe that it would. Then it did.

You know about Mutants, have several friends who are mutants, it was nothing out of the ordinary for you, but this was a lot to take in, especially after being woken from dead sleep.

Wade had offered you some weed to help calm your nerves, and his at having someone in his space but you hadn’t known that at the time.

That was how you two fell into a semi-routine of hanging out once or twice a week to smoke and watch shit T.V.

He’d never taken his mask all the way off, but in order to take hits and eat he’d had to lift it, showing the scars that covered the skin on his chin and mouth, you make a point of not letting your eyes linger on his bare skin, so as not to make him uncomfortable, but the truth was it didn’t bother you.

This particular day you’d been a little late to the sesh because you’d decided to cook instead of order in, food was usually on you since Wade provided the weed, and it was more than a fair trade, and you always either bought or made enough for leftovers. Win, win, win.

You had to kick the door rather than knock, hands too full of the baking dish filled to the brim with lasagna, and the bag full of smaller snacks hanging from your arm.

The door opened a moment later to reveal Wade taking up the while doorway with his broad body, clad in a pair of grey sweats, a black hoodie, and his red and black mask. It always threw you for a loop seeing him in casual clothes but still wearing the mask, but you doubted he had a casual mask he could wear, unless he wanted to wear a ski mask or something, which would be even weirder.

“Hey, sweet thang!” He was grinning as he spoke, energy was infectious as a smile of your own found your face.

“Hey, mind letting me in? Or would you rather eat this off the floor?” You joked as you shifted your hold on the dish.

He moved to let you in, muttering a “I’d eat it off you if you let me.” As you reach the kitchen, the sound of the door closing behind you almost concealing the words.

He said stuff like that a lot. Sometimes you wondered if he actually meant it or if it was one of his ‘boxes’, or just an intrusive thought given voice. You hoped it was the first option but seeing as he never acted on any of it or said it in a way that he thought you’d hear, you assumed it was one of the others and never called attention to it.

You wished he meant it though. In the time since you’d gotten to know the man, in all his insane antics and danger, you also learned he was actually really sweet and thoughtful. He’s also sad, and really lonely. He’s mentioned someone he calls Wolvie being a friend, but usually complains about how mean he is in the same breath, so you’re not sure how many friends Wade actually has.

What you knew for sure though, was that you had the worst schoolgirl style crush on him.

It was a little embarrassing and you hoped it wasn’t obvious. He never said anything about it if it was, not counting his mutterings, but you weren’t going to hold him to words said that you clearly weren’t meant to hear.

It didn’t take long for you to settle into his couch, a cloud of smoke floating over your head as the sound of the T.V. filtered into your ears, the characters on it were in a similar position to you and Wade, smoking and letting the bonelessness take over, only they were clearly the love interest of the movies narrative. You watched as the man leaned in and blew the smoke into the woman’s mouth, a slow and sensual curl of grey that looked like an ethereal kiss.

You knew what shotgunning was, but you’d never had the chance to try it with someone, and you felt your face flush as you imagined doing it with Wade.

“You good there, cherry tomato?” He teased as he passed the joint to you, the second one of the day, and freshly lit.

“Yeah.” You managed, voice sounding a little tight, but you could blame it on lack of breath before taking a hit, the smoke burning its way through your lungs then turning everything soft. You pointed at the T.V. “You ever done that?” You asked without thinking, the weed asking the question for you.

He looked at the T.V., where the pair were still passing smoke between their lips and so close to kissing, then back to you. “What, shotgunning? Yeah, not great for getting high, but really good for getting in someone’s pants.” He chuckled and you could feel his eyes on you, scanning over you like he could tell why you’d asked. “Why? You wanna try it?” He teased.

The question made you jump a little, or it felt like a little, you could have jumped a mile, or you may not have moved at all, it was hard to tell.

Your face scrunched in what you hoped looked like nonchalance. “Nah, just curious is all.” You lied.

You felt his body heat before anything else and when you turned to look at him, his head was tilted, and a smirk planted firmly on his lips.

“That blush says otherwise.” He still sounded teasing, but there was something under it, a low rumble that denoted a seriousness you weren’t used to from the merc.

“So, what if I do?” You shrugged, trying not to give away how your heart was hammering in your chest.

He mimicked your shrug. “If you ask nicely, I might be willing to help you out.”

You rolled your eyes, of course he would find a way to turn this into a game, cheeky bastard.

“Please, oh please, Wade. Won’t you teach me how to shotgun?” You said, calling his bluff with sass dripping from every word.

His smirk spread into a slow grin. “Well, since you asked so politely. Sure, Dollface, I’ll teach ya.” He said, sitting back against the couch once more and patting his lap. “C’mere.”

For as high as you felt moments ago, you now felt jarringly sober now, you hadn’t thought he was being serious, not with the way you both always tease each other, but you found yourself crawling from your spot on the couch with shaky limbs to straddle Wades lap anyway.

You swallowed thickly as your hands came to rest of his shoulders, unsure of where else to put them, while his made themselves perfectly at home on your hips.

As if sensing your nerves, you saw his smile soften. “You know you don’t have to do anything, right? I won’t be offended.” There was something insecure in his words, like he was worried he was the reason you might not want to.

“I wouldn’t have moved if I didn’t want to, Wade.” You answered. “I was pretty comfy.” You smiled and he snorted softly.

“Okay, then.” He said before one of his hands left your hip to pick up the still smoldering joint. “It’s really simple. I take a hit, then we get nice and close, and you inhale when I exhale. Got it?” He asked, holding the roach inches from his lips.

You nodded. “Got it.”

The cherry glowed as he drew in, holding it in his mouth as his other hand found its way to your cheek, tilting your head to line up your mouths, your lips parted in anticipation and your fingers curled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, the muscles under your hands flexed at the action, but there was no reaction beyond that.

Holding the joint away from both of you, he leaned in slowly, you could feel his eyes watching you but all you could look at were his lips, scarred as the rest of what you’ve seen of him, but you could see from the shape that they were once full and pouty.

The smoke curled from between his lips as he blew it gently toward you, and you inhaled as much as you could, what little you missed went twisting up into the air over your head.

He was right when he said this wasn’t very good for getting high, as you held the secondhand smoke and felt it do almost nothing, but with the proximity, the solid press of his body under yours, you understood why the pair on the T.V. had seemed to enamored with each other. You felt drunk on him and nothing had really even happened yet.

Blowing the smoke over your heads to join the rest of the cloud you felt something twitch against your leg, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was.

Wade was hard.

“Well? What do you think?” He asked once you looked back at him, his voice was low, just this side of a whisper.

“I don’t know…Think I might need another try, you know, to really decide how I feel about it…” You murmured, eyes flitting between his and his lips.

The corner of his mouth ticked up slightly and he nodded, bringing the joint back to his lips. This time as he exhaled and you inhaled, you felt his cock jump again, and rather than resist the urge, you pressed against him, almost grinding.

Wade’s breath turned shuddery and his hold on you tightened slightly. “That’s just not fair, Babycakes…” He scolded lightly, not actually bothered by your actions.

“Who ever said I play fair?” You countered, smirking down at him, still mere inches from his face.

He nodded slowly, like he was thinking out his next move. “Well, then in that case…” He trailed off before taking hold of your hips once more, and in a motion more fluid than you expected, maneuvering both of your bodies till you were laying on the couch, and he was hovering over you. “I won’t either.”

You stared up at him wide-eyed for a moment as your mind caught up to your body, and when it did, you brought your hands to his face, the muscles there twitched as if resisting a kneejerk reaction, but he didn’t move. “Not gonna touch the mask.” You promised. “But if you don’t kiss me, I think I might just die.”

He leaned even closer, so close you could almost feel his skin. “We can’t have that, now, can we?” He whispered, breath ghosting over your lips, then he made contact.

His lips weren’t as rough as his scars might lead one to think, scar tissue tends to be thick but rather soft, and his was no exception, but you were too busy focusing on just how good a kisser Wade was. Tilting his head to mold his lips to yours, teeth and tongue meeting yours smoothly and even sweetly. It all made your heart soar, and your pussy clench.

Your hands trailed down his body slowly, feeling every dip and curve he had to offer, till you reached the bulge in his pants, giving a careful stroke over the fabric, and earning a pleased hum for your efforts.

“That’s a dangerous game, you sure you wanna play it?” He asked against your lips.

“More than sure.” You answered.

That game was played for the rest of the night, and most of the next day.

[glowingparasite]

Ugly thang

Edit: Name is Gazer (she/it, genderless), I plan to make one of those profile documents mock-up soon

[antiling]

Transfem sleepover; a Homestuck Tumblr Fan Fiction

JUNE: Thank you all for coming! Tonight is gonna be great!

ERIDAN: wwhy did you invvite me

ERIDAN: wwe litterly nevver talk

VRISKA: Use your deductive reasoning skill, high8lood! What's the common denominator 8etween us four?

ROXY: what the fuck is a denominator

ERIDAN: wwere all girls?

VRISKA: What type of girls, Eridan?

ROXY: hot onez lmaoooo

ERIDAN: oh.

ERIDAN: wwait than wwhy the fuck is lalonde here isn't she cis

VRISKA: Not this one!

ERIDAN: I'm leavving noww-

VRISKA: No you aren't! Get your amphi8ious ass in here!

ERIDAN: COD DAMNIT-

*Later, in June's room*

JUNE: soooo...

VRISKA: What do we do now.

JUNE: I don't know I didn't think this far!

ROXY: well becuz I've been a girl the longest amongst us, I know the most about sleepovers!

VRISKA: I'm going to hurt you.

JUNE: Vriska!

VRISKA: With "tickles" and "pillows" >::::(

JUNE: Vriska....

ERIDAN: has lalonde evven been to a sleepovver?

ROXY: uh, yeah! tons! I'm the frickin sleepover master!

ERIDAN: didn't you groww up on a planet wwith nobody on it?

ROXY: ok mayB I've just seen some movies

ERIDAN; at least I've been to one before!

VRISKA: Crashing on Feferis coon 8ecause your lusus kicked you out doesn't count!

ROXY: what is a coon!

JUNE: don't worry about it Roxy, let's just all calm down! what movies do you girls want to watch?

ERIDAN: ... ok maybe this is kind of a shitty movvie but wwhatevver

VRISKA: Oh gog your not gonna say the whole title out loud are you?

ERIDAN: it's called "a story about a fuchsiablood princess wwith crippled gills wwho wwises to sea the wworld abovve so she makes a deal wwith an evil vvioletblood mutant octopus lusus to sacrifice her vvoice in exchange for better gills so she can go to the land but discovers it fucking sucks and wwants her vvoice back but first she falls in love wwith some ugly purpleblood prince and he accepts her for wwho she is and they kill the octopus or wwhatevver and they livve happily evver after until the Fuchsiablood is culled by her imperious condescension."

ROXY: that just sounds like the little mermaid...

ERIDAN: people nicknamed it "Troll The Little Mermaid"

JUNE: of course they did...

VRISKA: Wow, girl, you like TH8T wriggler movie?

ERIDAN: it's cute and swweet, alright Vris? Feferi introduced it to me...

JUNE: that's kind of sweet...

ROXY: well I'm always down for a bit of Disney Princess action!

VRISKA: W8- Who was Waahlt Disney on your planet?!

JUNE: He made animated movies?

ERIDAN: wwhat?! on our planet he wwas a Rustblood who killed highbloods and fed them to his rat lusus!

ROXY: wait... he had a rat lusus?

VRISKA: Yeah, wh8ts so funny?

JUNE: Nothing! Nothing! Let's just watch Eridans movie...

*vriska turns to eridan*

VRISKA: Humans........

ERIDAN: humans.

*later, Roxy is doing June's nails and Eridan is combing Vriskas hair*

JUNE: Aww, look at us! Getting along!

VRISKA: I guess so...

ERIDAN: hey lalonde can you pass me another pilloww?

ROXY: sure!

*she bashes it on her horns!*

ERIDAN: OWW!

ERIDAN: WWHAT WWAS THAT!?

VRISKA: Yeah Roxy what the hell????????

ROXY: do trolls not have pillow fights?

VRISKA: Yeah we do! But those are deadly fights to the death!

ROXY: ofc they are...

JUNE: Well on earth, their something fun you do at sleepovers!

ERIDAN: humans fight to the death wwith pillowws on earth? jegus I thought Alternia wwas vviolent

JUNE: not what I meant! Earth pillows aren't deadly!

VRISKA: Damn humans are fucking l8me-

JUNE: Vriska!

*she throughs a pillow at Vriska"

ROXY: HELL YEAH, PILLOW FIGHT!

*Pillow fight ensues, Eridan pulls out a gun, etc etc as hominem*

JUNE: that was fun!

VRISKA: ........Yeah ::::)

ERIDAN: I guess...

ROXY: this is fun! this whole thang

ERIDAN: yeah... I guess so :)

VRISKA: wwoww, did the princess of hope Mrs Eridan Ampora finally crack a smile?

ERIDAN: ha! shut up vvris...

*they all get cozy, Eridan and Vriska bringing recuperacoons in their sylladex and confusing the hell out of Roxy... The movie ends... And Eridan is the first to go to sleep*

JUNE: rox

ROXY: whot

JUNE: eridans asleep

ROXY: yeah?

JUNE: you know what this means

ROXY: oh june. June you devious little trickster.

JUNE: >:]

*the next morning*

ERIDAN: HOLY SHIT WWHAT DID YOU DO!

VRISKA: Wh8t...

*eridan comes rushing out with her skin dyed white, and her horns and gills gone*

VRISKA: Holy shit

JUNE: hahaha! Look! Your a human now!

ERIDAN: howw did you evven...

*they point to the ectobiology machine*

ERIDAN: UNDO THIS!

ROXY: hehe no-

ERIDAN: NOWW!

JUNE: uuuugh fine

ROXY: juney...

JUNE: yeah?

ROXY: I may have forgotten how we did that...

JUNE: oh fuck

*they figure it out! Probably!*

ERIDAN: I hate you all so much

VRISKA: That was fun! Wasn't it fun!

ROXY: HELL YEAH!

JUNE: yeah!

ERIDAN: ... yeah :)

VRISKA: Very euphoric I'll s8y

JUNE: but isn't it fun just to hang out with your girl friend's?

*Roxy pulls them all into a hug*

ROXY: we're doing this again.

*they all nod before leaving one by one, leaving June to go back upstairs*

JUNE: dorks...

*she comically slips on a banana peel*

JUNE: I've... Been pranked... I'm so proud of them!

*and end scene*