#randy b

[mg549]

jaf characters as drawn by me vs ai generated with artflow vs ai generated by artbreeder

the obvious drawback for comparison here is that i usually draw them more stylized than realistic and while i do have realistic busts for Most of them somewhere its mostly uncolored pencil drawings from high school so i went with the more recent headshots for uniformness

so which ai did a better job for each character!

gee v: im gonna say artflow since the colors are better and she looks Softer but neither rly look much like gee since ai art is allergic to young fat ppl

amarante v: artbreeder 100%. aside from the hairstyling artbreeder’s face here is actually pretty accurate. but also the artflow one is so incredibly off its barely a competition

vin v: artbreeder as well. the face is like spot on to how i imagine them looking. its like a casting photo to me. artflow has the Color down better but im owed $300 for them yassifying my blorbo

dax g: artbreeder but both are pretty off. artflow jst could not make a latino man without making him Aged. dax is twenty. artbreeder’s at least looks like a person but they dont rly read as dax to me much

lane l: artbreeder ig but these both suck. again ai art is allergic to fat ppl. at least artbreeder’s looks Chubby but he does not look like lane

ruth l: artflow. artbreeder at least Approached the fact that ruth is fat but artflow did give her her proper butch punk slay

randy b: artbreeder’s is probably more accurate but points to artflow for the slay again. both are slightly off in opposite ways bfkgn

zoey c: artbreeder 100%. i hate how badly artflow struggles w poc. artbreeder’s looks Close but i could not get her dreads to appear. her face is p close but i imagine her nose would be wider and her lips a little fuller

all in all both ais are incredibly frustrating to use bc of their unpredictability and especially as someone who can do realism at least somewhat. artflow’s is a very vague behind-the-curtain process, and artbreeder’s sliders are so impenetrable. what the fuck is -100% hat. the clothes sliders dont even add glasses or hats or makeup and the only sliders for features are gender, age, and race which is so unuseful like. why not jst have sliders for features on their own (skin color, nose width, jaw width, wrinkles, hair length, etc) that can be much more useful than jst an ai’s approximation of fucking racial sliders. like the problems here are fairly obvious from an ethical standpoint but also from a usability standpoint. either or.

[charrchan]

drawn whilst on hold with the tax office for 2 hours :'^)

[hotfuss]

the killers performing at austin city limits 2004, by randy cremean

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[f1nalboys]

Just learned about vibrating tongue piercings and now I can't stop thinking about getting one and surprising Randy with it, overstimulating him n shit like turn it on and press it to the underside of his tip

YESSSS a genius level request thank you!!! hope you like it and sorry its short :o!!!

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 638

WARNINGS: nfsw, blowjob, vibrating tongue ring, oral (amab receiving), the slightest bit of face fucking but by accident, implication of overstimulation and crying, kinda proofread

Randy grins down at you as you sink to your knees, pulling his jeans and underwear off with a sly smile. “What? What’s funny?��� He asks with a tilt of his head as you giggle, spitting into your palm before wrapping your hand around his dick. He sighs, body relaxing under your touch as you jerk him off slowly. You shrug.

“Nothing. I just have a surprise for you that I know you’re going to like,” you respond playfully, swiping your thumb over the tip of his cock. You grunts, hips bucking into your touch; the head of his dick was the most sensitive part of him and touching him always pulled the sweetest moans from him which meant you had no problem doing it over and over again until he cried from overstimulation. 

“A surprise?” He asks, the corner of his lips curling upwards. “It’s a sexy surprise, right?” You roll your eyes but nod, twisting your hand, and his eyes half closed. Clearing his throat and ignoring the heat in his face, he keeps looking down at you. “You gonna show me?” 

You respond by taking your hand off of his cock, narrowing your eyes in concentration as you open your mouth and, much to Randy’s confusion, begin to fiddle with your tongue piercing. Randy loves your tongue piercing. You were one of the first people he had met who had one, if not the first, and the second he saw it he imagined what it would feel like on his cock. Sure, he felt bad about the thought the first few times he jerked off to it, knowing that you were his friend and that he shouldn’t, but after the fifth time he lost the ability to care much. And then he actually got to be with you and he sometimes wishes he had a time machine because if he had one, he’d go back and relive the moment he felt the metal glide along his cock as you stared up at him from your knees a hundred times over. 

Randy hears a small buzz as you stop messing with the tongue ring, but before he can ask you what it is, you’re wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock, tongue flat against him. Your piercing is right on the underside of his tip, and a moan is ripped from Randy’s chest as he feels the vibrations. “H-holy fuck,” he moans, his hand coming to grab onto the back of your head, holding you there. You keep your eyes focused on him as you drag your tongue to the side, swirling it around his tip, and he whimpers, chest shuddering. “Jesus Christ, i-is this the, god, is this the surprise?” He asks, stumbling over his words. 

You answer with a hum, the added sensation making his hips jerk forwards, his cock plunging down your throat. The tightness of your throat around him, the vibrations of your gag and the piercing, the drag of the cool metal against his shaft, it’s all too much for Randy. He moans, his cum shooting into the back of your throat, his grip on the back of your head tightening slightly as he shallowly thrusts his hips. 

He pulls off of you and you grin, staring up at him. “Guess you liked it,” you tease as he snorts, catching his breath as he falls back onto the bed. His eyes are closed and you take the opportunity to reposition yourself in between his legs. 

“Fuck!” He yelps as your mouth envelopes his hardening cock, the vibrations intense against his sensitive flesh. “What, fuck, what are you-” “My surprise wasn’t finished,” you say, pulling off of him for just a moment, a hungry look in your eyes. “The surprise was how fast I could make you cry with this.”

[lisamarie-vee]

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

Never Too Young to Die is a 1986 American action film directed by Gil Bettman. It stars John Stamos as Lance Stargrove, a young man who, with the help of secret agent Danja Deering (played by singer Vanity, also known as Denise Matthews) must avenge the death of his secret-agent father (George Lazenby) at the hands of Velvet Von Ragnar (Gene Simmons).

[dynamitekansai]

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Hound Dog • Rebel Rouser • (I Don't Know Why) But I Do • Walk Right In • Land Of 1000 Dances • Blowin' In The Wind • Fortunate Son • I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch) • Respect • Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 • Sloop John B • California Dreamin' • For What It's Worth • What The World Needs Now Is Love • Break On Through (To The Other Side) • Mrs. Robinson • Volunteers • Let's Get Together • San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair) • Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season) • Medley: Aquarius / Let The Sunshine In • Everybody's Talkin' • Joy To The World • Stoned Love • Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head • Mr. President (Have Pity On The Working Man) • Sweet Home Alabama • It Keeps You Runnin' • I've Got To Use My Imagination • On The Road Again • Against The Wind • Forrest Gump Suite

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[miru-has-thoughts]

Bad knee

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DAMN Michael chill...leave the man alone

[accihoe]

Appreciation post <3

[dexsmex]

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Feat my WH oc: Owen Randy and Zephyr

[kiradical]

Wrestlemania Night 2 was fucking WILD. Pretty sure I probably stressed my neighbors out by yelling and screaming so much. My throat kinda hurts. But it was FUCKING amazing.

also, fun fact about me: I’ve only been a wrestling fan the past few years. I started REALLY paying attention in 2020. I don’t remember a time before Roman Reigns holding the Undisputed title. This is a completely new era for me. I’m excited. I cried a little. Congrats Cody!

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[f1nalboys]

Hiiiiiii I love ur Randy stuff so like…. What if Randy and reader were trying out role playing their fav horror characters (reader as final girl, Randy as the slasher) but he keeps calling out reader for being ooc, so reader gets annoyed and makes them switch roles. And Randy is like,,,, INTO it 🫣

anon. anon..... u r the love of my life i fear we are to be married in three days time bc omggggggg THIS REQUEST DID SOMETHING TO ME...... thank you. anyways i rlly hope you like this!!!!! i had sm fun writing it hehe >:) and maybe perhaps ill do a part two for this later on but for now hehe

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1482

WARNINGS: nsfw, roleplay (killer/victim,) predator/prey dynamics, knife play, degradation, dom!reader, sub!randy, dry humping, premature ejaculation, implication of oral (reader recieving), lot's of 'victim's and 'slut's are said, mention of having a safeword but it's not used, sorta kinda proofread yall know me at this point

“They wouldn’t do that!” Randy’s voice calls out again, back to his usual tone with a hint of annoyance. You pause, grinding your teeth as you turn around. You had just reached the front door of the cabin you and Randy had rented for the weekend for your little roleplay and he had dropped the act in an instant, huffing from behind you. His mask is off and held in his hand at his waist, his eyes narrowed. “You should’ve run up the stairs.”

“Randy, c’mon-”

“I’m serious! Why would you run outside?”

“Because that’s what I’d do if a masked killer was chasing me!” You huff, tugging at the pajamas you were wearing. “Are you sure you even want to do this? You say you want the whole ‘thrill of the chase’ and then keep stopping to tell me I’m fucking it up.” Randy sighs, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to him. 

He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m being a dick, I know.” You hum, agreeing, and he snorts. Taking a deep breath, he pulls back from you and shrugs. “Maybe I’m just not gonna be able to get the vision out of my head… I don’t know, let’s just… stop for the night, okay?”

“No, no, I want to do this with you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You stare at him for a moment, your mind searching for a solution, when an idea hits you. Your soft smile turns slightly sinister as you reach down, taking the mask from him and running your finger along the white ghostly face. “I have an idea… if you’re up for it.” You say quietly, looking up at Randy.

He cocks an eyebrow at you, noting your change in demeanor. “Alright… I’m intrigued. Can’t tell if I’m more scared or turned on by your smile… I think it’s sexy how scary and cryptic you’re being.” You snort at his words, rolling your eyes. “So… what’s your idea, baby?”

“Let’s swap places. You’ll be the sexy guy home alone…and I’ll be the killer.” You palm him, the fabric of both his jeans and his costume impeding most of your touch, but you get the desired result; Randy groans under his breath, eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of moments. “That way you can be the perfect victim for me, won’t you baby? Get your adrenaline running… get the chase you’ve always wanted… but you’ll just be the one getting chased.”

You can see the gears turning in his head as he considers it, his eyes flicking upwards towards the ceiling before he shrugs. “Fuck it, why not.” Randy takes a slight step away from you and pulls the costume off of him, bundling it up and passing it off to you. He watches with an eager smile as you pull the robe over your clothes. “Might need this,” he hums, passing you the large hunting knife and the sheath from his belt, and you grin, holding it tightly before you pull the mask onto your face. “You look sexy.”

Grinning, you tilt your head to the side in silence. Randy’s eyes have a flicker of recognition of you taking your role seriously. He gives you a wink. “Right, right. Silent killer, only taunting when they’re ready…” He looks around the dim cabin and shrugs. “Wanna start back up where you and I left off, then?” You answer by slowly pulling the knife from its sheath, the blade bright against the dark background. Randy turns on his heel and runs, bolting up the steps. You follow quickly, hot on his trail. 

Randy puts up a pretty good fight. He’s faster than you and he dives into the character of ‘final boy’ with ease, kicking you off of him when you finally catch up and grab ahold of his shirt. He curses, breaking character to reach over to you and ask if you’re alright. You respond with a slice of the knife, grazing his arm. 

He yelps, stumbling back onto his ass as he clutches his arm, staring at the thin cut across his arm before you jump on top of him, pushing him onto his back and pinning him to the floor. “Get off me!” Randy says, struggling underneath you, but the sight of the blade waving in front of his face causes him to still. You sit back onto his stomach, your legs on either side of him. Carefully and silently, you drag the tip of the knife down his face. 

“Pretty little Randy,” you coo, an edge to your voice he had never heard before. “So desperate to get chased around and fucked, right?” He swallows heavily, flinching away from the knife as you drag it along the side of his face. His lips part, ready to say something, wincing when you dig the knife into his cheek a little harder. “Don’t fucking talk.” You fix the mask on your face, allowing you to see a bit better, before you remove the knife from his face. Scooting backwards, you grind against his clothed cock and laugh cruelly at the bulge you can feel. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

Randy shakes his head, his cheeks flushing, but he can’t deny the way he lifts his hips to grind against you harder or the small gasp he lets out. “N-No, I’m not,” he says, his voice catching at the end as you grind down against him harder. “Fuck, fuck, o-okay…” Randy swallows hard, closing his eyes. “I kinda am.”

“Isn’t that just pathetic.” You hum, setting a slow pace against him. The movement of your hips was driving him crazy, whimpers spilling from his lips despite his best efforts to hold them back. “Aww, is it feeling good? Your heart’s beating like crazy,” you say as you lay your hand flat against his chest, the knife in your other hand coming to rest against his neck. “I can feel it. You know what else I can feel?” 

“Wh-what?” 

“How much of a slut you are.” You leer, digging the knife into his neck, just enough to scare him. Well, scare a normal person. Instead, Randy’s eyes shut and he lets out a loud groan, his hips sputtering slightly against your still-grinding hips. You grin, tilting your head again. “See? Only a dirty, disgusting, depraved whore would like this. Bet you’re close, too, aren’t you, Randy?”

He shakes his head, gulping, his eyes still squeezed tight. “M’not, fuck, I’m not close.”

“No? So if I stopped, you’d be alright with that, then?” You question, purposely slowing your hips down. Randy whines, shaking his head despite the threat of the blade, and you grin. “See? You want me to keep going so you can cum in your pants with a knife to your neck.” You grind down harder, rolling your hips, biting your tongue to keep from moaning. You had to pretend you weren’t into this just as much as he was. 

Randy's eyes roll into the back of his head as he cums in his jeans, his hips thrusting upwards to gain even more friction against you. “Fuck,” he pants as you finally slow your hips down, still positioned on top of him. He blinks up at you, letting the mask come into focus when he laughs, reaching up and pulling it off of you. “That was fucking amazing. You did way better at being the killer, honestly.” 

You snort, leaning down to kiss him briefly before sitting back up. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?” You ask with a tilt of your head, your smile growing at the confusion on his face. You drag the tip of the knife down his chest gently, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue before slipping the blade under his shirt and slicing. Randy flinches at the sound of the cutting fabric, his heart hammering in his chest.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” He asks, looking down as he watches you trail the knife over his stomach to his freckled chest. “C-come on, knock it off.”

“You know what to say to get me to stop,” you say harshly, though your eyes are a little softer, searching his fear-filled eyes to see if he needed a break. When he doesn’t respond with the safe word, you grin, standing up. “Stay fucking still,” you grunt, putting the knife inbetween your teeth as you pull your shorts and underwear off, tossing them to the side before settling back down over his lap. “Be a good little victim and do what I want and maybe, just maybe,” you coo as you slide up his body, hiking your costume up over your hips, and it’s clear by the glint in his eye that he understands what you want. “I’ll let you live."

[roadkillremi]

Can you do something with b rad where reader has a concussion and he takes care of her and cuddles her? (I'm currently dealing with a concussion and need cuddles from my baby)

Yes!!! I hope you get better soon!

Sidenote: B-Rad is From the movie Malibu's Most Wanted, I recommend watching it if you haven't. It's free online or 3 dollars on Amazon.

Rhymes for your Mind

B Rad x Reader

MasterList

Summary :The ask above

Warnings : none

You were curled up in your bed watching MTVs music video countdown. You tried to drown out the headache with music.

Knock knock

"come in" you groaned. B Rad opened the door and smiled widely, "Y/N!". You gave him a sleepy grin, "Hey.". He closed the door and hopped in the bed. You sat up and movies any loose hair out of the way.

"What are you doing here?" You watched him look at the TV before turning back to you.

"Gotta check on my girl!" He explained. You smiled, You met B Rad during his kidnapping operation. You grew up on the South side of LA so Sandra asked for your help with him. You then fell in love with his quirky goofy self.

"Thanks.. I just got a big headache and I get dizzy. From that concussion.." You explained. He nodded, "Oh, word.".

"No it's bad" you whined leaning back into your bed. He quickly laid beside you on his side.

"Damn I'm sorry girl.".

You looked over at him, "It's alright.. I'm just tired..". He stared off into the distance, you watched him and laughed softly.

"Hey! Whatcha thinking about?".

His eyes went back to you, "Nothin'. But uh I can get you a milkshake!" He tried to help. You smiled, "Really?". He nodded, "For sizzle. Just stay here". He rolled out the bed and rushed away.

You drifted to sleep while he was away. He came back in being a bit loud.

"I'm back!" He held out your milkshake. You sat up taking it from him, he sat by you studying your face.

"I didn't mean to wake you up." He defended himself. You shrugged, "It's no big deal.". B Rad stared at the TV as soon as Snoop Dog appeared in it. He was lost in some sort of trance. You leaned back against the headboard and looked over at him.

"Hey, B?"

"what's up?" He turned towards you with a smile. You grabbed his hand, "Do you think you can stay the night?". His smile grew, he scooted closer to you.

"For real?"

"Yes, for real." You smiled. He nodded and laid on your bed, you laid beside him. You wrapped your arms around his waist. He rested his head on top of yours. His chains sliding down making the cold metal hit your cheek. You lifted your head up glancing at him, "What is it?".

"Your chains are cold" you whined. He quickly took them off and put them on your nightstand.

"My bad." He laid back down. You looked down at him running your hand through his wild blonde hair. He stared up at you before grabbing your face. He pulled you down into a kiss holding you there. You backed away with a soft smile.

"I'm really tired.. sorry".

"It's all good" he wrapped his arms around your waist. You rested your head on his chest, your nostrils burned with whatever expensive colonge he put on. He held you close to him as you drifted off the sleep.