#randy writes shit

[phone-kisser]

REQ FOR @urthwing

Heads up I might not be great at writing these two, I've read a LOT of davesport fics and I swear they all make then act differently so I'm gonna make them act how I think they'd act because IM the one writing it and YOU'RE not (who am I beefing with no one's tryna stop me) anyway Jack is probably gonna act a LOT like ne and I'm sticking with that

There will be ZERO freaky because I hate writing freaky shit

It's gonna be in Jack's pov, like he's.... narrating as he goes along..... because I'm him and he's me and we are one. Oh and also because I like it better that way

So since the request was for them being in VEGAS the setting is gonna be a hotel. Because. Where the fuck else are they gonna sleep. Yk

ANYWAY I THINK IM OVEREXPLAINING TOO MUCH LET'S JUST GET TO THE DAMN STORY HAHAGHH. SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU (is that how you spell it?? Adieu.....) HERE YOU GO

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We (Me. And Dave. Obviously.) just got a few nights at a crummy little hotel someplace in Vegas. Yay!

We've been here for a few days now, I think. It's been fucking insane. We gambled away all our tokens. I don't think the people we were playing against were too happy that we were using faz-tokens instead of actual money...

But hey, we finally got a real place to sleep instead of a dirty mattress Dave found in an alley. (Why did I agree to that???)

We walk into the room, and other than the fact that it's only got one bed, it's not too shabby. Though, I don't know how fun it'd be to share a bed with this purple shitstain, so I offer to sleep on the floor. Honestly seems like a better option.

He doesn't seem to think so.

"Why would you do that when there's a perfectly good bed right here? C'mon, sportsy, it's not like I have over ten diseases."

"...Y'know, that kinda makes me think you have over ten diseases."

"Don't be silly!!! I'm healthy. Sorta."

Yes. About as healthy as a dead possum. This does not seem like a great idea.

"Don't you think sleeping in the same bed is kinda gay??"

"Nah, not if we're both wearing socks!! Plus, it's not like we're gonna fuck or anything. It's just sleepin'!"

"...Yeah, okay... Fine, I'll sleep in the damn bed."

That seems to make him much too happy. I don't like that.

The bed is decently comfortable, for a shitty hotel room. And no roaches! Score! That deserves at least a three star review.

We lay down, (don't worry, we're both wearing socks) getting comfortable. Luckily it's a queen-sized bed, so we don't have to be too close.

Or so I thought.

Dave is very close. Like, uncomfortably close. Cuddling-level close. Why are we cuddling. What is happening.

"Dave, what are you doing??"

"Sleeping. Duh."

"No, dumbass... Why are you so incredibly close to me."

"Oh. It's cold, Old Sport!!! You're warm. It's like penguins huddling during storms 'n shit."

Now, normally, I think I'd shove him off of the bed and leave him on the floor.

...But right now I don't really feel the urge to do that.

"...Okay."

What is this purple dumbass doing to me?

"Goodnight, sportsy."

"Night, Dave."

THE END. IM DONE.

Sleepy time....

I HOPE THIS IS GOOD... IM SLEEP DEPRIVED..... But it was fun to write and reminded me how much I like writing. And davesport. PLEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEEE give me more writing requests in the future I love writing even if it's not the best work in the world its really fun

[spacedlexi]

twdg s4 really gave us an adorable wlw romance for the main character about building a home and a family where the two antagonists are an evil woman who she was partially cared for by as a child and her girlfriends fucked up not-exactly-ex girlfriend who wants her dead (who has been manipulated by Evil Woman and they are character foils) AND its written by a gay woman and its fucking CRICKETS!!!!! i dont understand !!!!!!!

[ants-personal]

struck with idk what a version of randy that in fact did not feel bad about the third grade honestly is alot meaner colder and violent then he lets on with his boy like charm. Does Not put up with chris and his antics threatens him in back rooms no believes him of course. He makes a comment about benson clearly being into him his creepy redneck stalker ends up with him getting his ass beat in the lot by benson but turns out randy is really into that and well he was making fun of but he likes that bensons so interested in him because he's interested in benson all quiet and mysterious at work there has to be something bigger and darker hiding under there. He pokes and prods presses hard for answers benson doesnt want to give get smacked around for it bites back just as hard and benson realizes that he may have actually found someone more beyond saving then him but the danger is fun they can keep eachother leashed and ...maybe no one else gets hurt cross bridges when they get to them

[rubbleinrainbows]

can anyone tell me why all the passenger fics are actual masterpieces and so well written ? why all de lit majors writing stockholm syndrome gay slash

[livfastdieyoung69]

A LEGEND’S RETURN

(Husband!Randy Orton x Partner!Y/N)

They came at separate times so as to not alarm anyone, including their new, and once again co-workers. A sweatshirt covered their figure and the wrestling gear beneath, a staff uniform hiding their face along with their identity from other wrestlers, young and full of ambition, who wandered the halls.

It was happening. Of course, they had known so for many months prior but to be in the act, every step moving them closer to that one movement of pushing the curtain aside and stepping out onto the platform, music, and pyro, and fans jumping out of their seats, screaming in surprise and disbelief that they were back. Y/N L/N was back.

And for it to be their favorite pay-per-view of the year, besides Wrestlemania, of course, they were so grateful for. But to be able to experience it, side-by-side, with their husband, they would forever be thankful.

Y/N and Randy had met through wrestling, both rising to fame early on in their career in WWE, each known for their methodical attack method on their opponent and their ability to slowly bring their rival to the mat, shoulders down and to the finishing count of one two three, without them even noticing. Considering their same in-ring approach, they were paired together quite often, and in turn forced to spend many hours together.

Their partnership through work turned into a partnership through life, quickly developing deeper, and more passionate than either of the two believed they would ever be able to hold. Though their relationship was known to the public and quite obvious, both were seen as legends- each on their own, and together.

The crowd often shouted for the team to reunite or even just for Y/N in general, seeing as Randy had been in the company for a strong 15 years with no sight of stopping anytime soon but Y/N had unfortunately faced an injury, bad enough to almost threaten their life, and more indefinitely threaten their in ring ability.

But finally, after four years of physical therapy and continuous training, followed up by more training with the hopes of coming back and not having ring rust, they were back into smelly locker rooms so many others had been in before, possibly even them, jumping on their toes and shaking the anticipation from their hands with a energy they had missed for quite some time.

A soft knock rung on the wooden door, barely audible to those in and outside before the wood inched open a foot's width, a shiny, black wrestling boot peaking through before the face of the Legend Killer himself, a look of assurance and excitement set on his face at the sight of his partner back in their wrestling gear after so long.

A grin covered his face while he moved to sit in front of Y/N who continued their pacing, even at the sight of their very sweaty husband, who had just retained his title once again. His match had been shortly after another smaller one which preceded the mens’ Royal Rumble, leading Y/N to the realization that after a short promo, the women’s Royal Rumble would be starting and then finally, coming in at number 13, much like they had done many years before, and the temporary leave of one of WWE’s most loved superstars was forever ended.

Though even Randy’s presence would always, and (most of the time) indefinitely bring a sense of calm to Y/N it didn’t seem to do much at the moment. Their pacing was forced to come to a halt when Randy grabbed a hold of their shoulder, fingers gently feathering over their collarbone. Knowing no words would be able to cure their anxiousness, he pulled them in close with a kiss to the forehead while his hands were quick to find the curve of their lower back.

“What if they don’t remember me?” Though the words were whispered, the tension in them passed through the room as if they were shouted, maybe even screamed with enough intensity to break glass yet no one outside of the perimeters of the milimeteres between the two were able to hear it, muffled by the warm skin and dripping sweat of Randy’s shoulder.

“They were chanting for you last week baby, they know you and they absolutely want you back so don’t even think about that.” His rough but affectionately spoken words were hard to understand as well, neither wanting to end their physical contact. A strangled explanation tried to leave Y/N, but they weren’t able to express their worries so instead let out a frustrated sigh.

“You know they love you. I literally had to compete with the amount of love they had for you when we first got together N/N, I cannot even express to you how much they love you. How much I love you.” After a scoff from the receiving end of such sweet comments, Y/N decided it was time to part ways with their husbands shoulder.

‘Okay, enough with the mushy shit, I have to finish getting ready and then I gotta head to the gorilla.” Uncomfortable at Randy’s declaration of love, just like they always were, they pushed the subject forward much to the disappointment of his love for teasing them. After quickly finishing the final touches of their outfit and waiting in the small, concrete room for a special-made knock on the door from Triple H or Stephanie, two of the only people who knew about Y/N’s return.

Only twenty minutes of conversation seemed like forever, the lovers always able to get lost in each other no matter the circumstances, each of their ability to find joy, and laughter in their soulmate impeccable.

Knock, knock….knock.

Conversation was lost, and the sense of tingling appearing to the tips of fingers. A quick breath sucked into Y/N’s lungs along with a rush of energy and nervousness they had shortly lost.

“Guess it's time then, hm?” Randy’s question broke through the silence that had filled the cement room earning a hum of approvement, the sound echoing into the cold, empty room.

With a push of a door, and their husband following shortly behind, Y/N made their way into the crowded hallway with a confident stride, earning shocked stares because not only was Y/N L/N’s there, but they were in the same building as them, the same hallway as them, only feet away from them, and not only that but, Y/N L/N was in wrestling gear and the crowd was counting down, no other superstars in sight. Y/N L/N’s was back and they were witnessing it, firsthand.

Five!

Another anxious breath left them, tempted to once again start pacing feet away from the curtain that would bring them back into the WWE universe as their hangs began to ring together.

Four!

Y/N spun around, taking a quick look at the many screens and producers, the other superstars staring on in awe, at their husband, and the World Heavyweight Championship belt still around his waist, reminding them of their own success with the unfortunately abandoned Hardcore Title, and the Women's Championship Title.

Three!

At the thought of all of their accomplishments, made in independence and with the love of their life by their side, their small smile turned into a grin, the thought of how much they had longed to be back in the ring and how it was finally happening, their dream for the past four years finally coming true, nightmares of failing their fans and themselves never to return again.

Two!

Randy’s hand wrapped around the back of their neck, roughly pulling a surprised Y/N in for a passionate kiss from behind them, sending the both of them into a playful laughter, a whisper confined to the two of them even in the crowded room leaving Y/N.

“I’m back, baby. I’m back.”

One!

And they can..they can tell us we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.

The arena had never been louder, not in its 21 years of life, not in football games, not in screaming concerts with fans and musicians louder than life itself, not when Sheamus won his second back-to-back Royal Rumble that night, but for them. Because they were Y/N L/N, and they were back.

i kinda like this one yall ngl and yes i did use the ballad of the sleazy rider for an entrance again its just too good, ALSO this is at the 2013 royal rumble so were just gonna pretend thre was a womens royal rumble then too

also this took me way to long and i have 69 followers teehee

requested by the lovely @thedoveesquire mwah!

i think im gonna close requests for a lil bit and work on the ones i do have and then work on bones body soul and rnd for a lil :/

[pekejscatbed]

Use my Body, Make it Yours | Randy Marsh x GN! Reader

Info/Warning(s):

Gender-neutral Reader, soft dom! bottom! Reader, sub! top! Randy, soft smut, Randy cries a little when he cums, no orgasm for reader, Randy is high

south park masterlist

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Randy whines as you push yourself down onto his cock, your heat swallowing his thick cock whole, the weed in his system making the experience all the more pleasurable for him. You grind down onto him, smiling softy as his grip on your hips tighten and his perfectly manicured nails dig into your skin, before he pulls his hands away, worried he might accidently hurt you.

"Go on, baby," your voice is sweet as you put his hands back on your body, "you won't hurt me."

He hesitates for a second, then does as you say, trusting you to know your limits.

"Good boy, Randy."

You enforce your praise by pulling yourself off his cock before sinking back down.

"So good me for, yeah?"

Randy nods and leans up for a kiss, to which you meet him halfway, pressing your lips against his with such a softness, he swears he melts into your touch.

When you pull away, Randy whines. Chuckling, you lightly ruffle his greasy, straight black hair with a promise of something more, something better than a kiss. Then, you push up again, one hand bracing yourself again Randy's hairy chest. You ride him slowly, teasingly, taking in every little sound Randy lets out with pride; he's like putty in your hands, groaning and whining with every move you make, getting closer to his orgasm every time your drop back down onto his cock.

"You close, Ran?"

You ask when he twitches inside of you; he nods.

"You wanna cum for me, baby?"

You fuck yourself onto him with every word and he whines again, high and needy.

"Mhm! 'M close! Please, can I cum?"

You nod, continuing to ride him even as he cums, helping him through his orgasm. Small tears sting the corners of Randy's red-tinged eyes as he cums, filling the condom he's wearing with his seed.

When he's done, you kiss away his tears with a smile and push yourself off of him to take of the condom. You tie it and throw it away before you lay down next to him. You pull Randy into your chest and play with his hair, almost lulling him to sleep.

"What about you?"

You have to stop yourself from jumping at his voice, having been convinced he'd been asleep.

"It's alright, baby," you promise him with a smile and a gentle kiss to his hair, "tonight was all about you."

He hums at your words, nuzzling into your chest with content. "Love you."

"I love you, too, Randy." You smile when you feel him press his lips to your skin, right above where your heart is.

He falls asleep in your arms.

[secret-origins-crossover]

SECRET QUARTET UPDATES

I was waiting impatiently for the poll to finish and dare I say, I have never been more excited for the next part- especially because this is set after the first installation. Now, one thing I'm sure all of you are curious about: can ghosts be stanked?

Much like what I said about Akumas, no- this simply isn't possible for, well, a few reasons but that will come later, so you'll just have to wait! (as for halfas, the answer to that question is also being left ambiguous-)

This does mean that whatever happens in the next part won’t be involving ghosts being affected by the Sorcerer’s magic- now whether ghosts exist inside Norrisville, well, we’ll just have to see won’t we? I do like to think ghosts aren't a common phenomenon everywhere because of other reasons

For now, these are my current forming ideas. Either Danny ends up in Norrisville somehow (which would be partially dependent on the timeline-), or Randy is sent to Amity Park as a result of... other reasons. This is a bare minimum draft to say the least and I have some stuff that will be included immediately and the rest will be added in as the series continues!

I will say that Danny’s going to be having a time if he’s the one to arrive in Norrisville. Poor Danny gets to go through the burner during a lot of this- he is one of the protagonists after all hahaha

Though I decided to use this time to explain some of the lore and information about this AU people are still interested in (which I’m admittedly surprised about-), so without much further ado- let's get right to the point!

Also, one last thing before I start: this takes place before the season two finale of RC9GN for what I feel is kind of obvious, but moving on-

Lore Dumping + Headcanons

Something that was canonized in the first installation: not all heroes are aware of another- due to certain restrictions and, well, some magic of the universe... a lot of the organizations basically were sanctioned off to specific locations as a way of maintaining the peace. What this means is that clashing will go down at first- perhaps not between the main heroes but say, a certain council with other groups but we'll get to that later

Norrisville does not have a high concentration of ghostly energy since there isn't a portal (natural portals are an entirely different story; i'm more referring about something like what's at fenton works-). This didn't really need to be said but just in case! I'm shoving it into the lore dump anyway

Randy faces a lot of pressure just for being the Ninja but without the added knowledge of other heroes- he's genuinely living the best life and having fun while still being the protector, though we all know this won't last. I also will say this is going to explore the whole thing with the tengu but I'm not sure how much just yet-

Could someone else be shloomped inside the Nomicon? Hahaha, you'll find out later- I thought about saying it, but decided to hold myself back for now. I will say this: the Nomicon is still a sentient being and, well, who is able to go inside it (since technically, in one of the episodes, Howard did but I'm not sure how far into the RC9GN 'canon' it's set in-) has some rules to it

Danny and Randy are obviously different in terms of personality- having them work together is going to come with its challenges, but I do think they'd have a good partnership going. They just have to get comfortable with one another

I'm trying to keep myself from saying things about future installations lol, but- I will say that so far, Vlad has zero connections to Norrisville. This one-shot is going to be a little different and that's all I'm going to say for the time being

If anyone's curious about the difference in strength between Danny and Randy- well, their methods of combat are different so, do with this what you will for now :)

As of right now, there are no confirmed ships within the series! To be honest, I don't fully see it as important but it may show- just... not right this second

So far, this is all I got! It's getting a little late and I am honestly really tired which means posting will have to wait until later, but do expect more content soon! I am very excited for the continuation of this project to say the least!

Goodnight, my lovely readers!

[destiny-in-the-universe]

what have i done lol-

I somehow managed to get back into The Promised Neverland and decided ‘hey, wouldn’t it be kind of silly if there was a crossover with my current interests’ and i realize this might make very little sense but this is created from self indulgent bullshit

I’m only using RC9GN for now but this will likely stay in wip mode for now! (this is not the angst idea i had in mind for finja and nomi- that’s something different)

Though to explain my thoughts for this nonsensical idea-

🏠 For the time being, Marci is the caretaker of the children- she is always good to them until the very end; as much as it pains her- she knows what needs to be done and makes sure the kids never know what happens on the other side of that gate

🏠 The Sorcerer is an ancient demon. He becomes the primary foe that our main characters will have to face after escaping from the orphanage

🏠 McFist and Viceroy work for Lambda. Viceroy administers the tests, creating certain technology which keeps the test subjects complacent while McFist ‘runs’ the facility under the Sorcerer’s occasional supervision

🏠 “Finja” is this crossover’s William Minerva. He was a member of a resistance though no one knows what happened to him- he seemingly disappeared one day, and his title back then - the Ninja - faded into the wind… (there were others like him, but they had barely any luck)

🏠 Skip to present times when Marci’s the current caretaker- we’re introduced to Randy Cunningham and his best Howard Weinerman, they’re nearing twelve but still have a bit before they’re adopted. Randy longs and hopes for a happy family, and who knows maybe they’ll want Howard too

🏠 Norrisville High are of course, the orphans. Randy is an adventurous boy- much more than his friend Howard. He spends his time in the forest; things are happy and they couldn’t be better- and then it’s announced someone’s been adopted

🏠 He feels happy for them, but he also can’t shake a feeling- Randy decides to bring the adopted child their left behind stuffed toy, say his final farewell

🏠 What he sees takes him by surprise (he feels sick to the stomach). Randy is terrified out of his mind as he remains rooted there, unable to will himself to move but there wasn’t any way to forget that thing which ate his sibling - even if they weren’t really related - and he knew he had to do something. He would escape with his family

🏠 Randy immediately goes to tell Howard. Howard is, of course, horrified by this but he doesn’t want to get involved- though after a bit of convincing from Randy, he reluctantly decides to help out (although he’s made to promise not to tell anyone- not yet-)

🏠 I feel at some point Julian, Theresa, and Debbie eventually are clued in on what happened- Randy is desperate to get everyone out, and eventually he learns of “Finja”. He decides he needs to take on the mantle, become the next ninja

🏠 I don’t know who would be sent to Lambda, if that arc happens at all

🏠 (it would be a little funny and mean of me if it was Randy though- in a bad ending version)

🏠 I’m not entirely sure what happens after this, but I do know that eventually we have a scene parallel to the escape scene- Randy and the rest of his allies had trained up to this point, clueing in everyone else (not completely, as he doesn’t want to fully scare them)

🏠 if this does get written- it might not happen anytime soon! I still have a one-shot to work on and a potential multi-chaptered work (unless it’s just a really long one-shot), on top of other projects but I simply couldn’t leave this idea alone for some reason. It doesn’t help I was talking about the anime last night with a friend of mine heh

With that, I’ll be on my way- (sort of) but I hope you enjoy this! This is me and my weird self indulgent ideas-

I have no idea what this alternate universe would even be called, hence why I’m once again leaving it to vote

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

ryry will you tell us about the ojv sp parents! or their relationships with the sp boys? like stan ft shelley ( love stan and shell) sharon and rancid ( ik u touched on that one but im nosy ) or like kyle ft. the broflovskis? those dynamics? or how the broflovskis feel abt stan and stan’s parents abt kyle, vice versa? ill also accept star seven fam situations anythin u want go crazy go stupid

( also i love u mwahmwahmwahmwahmwaaaah )

Oh I ABSOLUTELY WILL!!! And I will get WAY too into it!!! Gonna be sticking with the Marshes and Broflovskis this ask, but I’ll get to the rest of the ojv star seven sometime! (This bouta be convoluted tbh)

So starting with my darling Stanathan, Sharon and Randy Jackass Marsh divorced for good when our boy was 12. At this point the only thing Shelley and Stan agreed on was that their parents should NOT be together and when shit was finalized they were both like FUCK YEAH MOM TAKE US OFF THIS FARM!!! And Sharon moved them back into their old house. Randy’s pretty much all over the place and not NEARLY the dad he thinks he is, but the kids still have to spend weekends at the farm a few times a month.

And like a lot of little kids, especially little boys, Stan REALLY looked up to his dad when he was younger. Like that’s his dad, the “cool” parent. But about the time Stan turned 10 and his mental health went through a really bad spot, he started to see the world a LOT less idealistically and ESPECIALLY started seeing the nuance of the people in his life. A lot of people are selfish. And his father is a prime example of that.

That’s not to say OrangeJuiceVerse Randy is truly insidious. He’s not. He just genuinely doesn’t think about anything that doesn’t directly affect him, or acknowledge that his actions can hurt other people. He’s selfish. And a lot of the reason Shelley and Stan had a rocky relationship when they’re young is because she’s four years older than her brother, and she sees their dad for all his bullshit long before Stan does, and a 14 year old Shelley is honestly jealous of that innocence. That, and the general teenage angst, but once they’re on the same page, it’s very “Annoyed Siblings vs Parents Who Need To Get Their Shit Together”. Like Sharon and Randy will be fighting again and they just share that Sibling Look lmao.

That brings me to my queen Sharon. That woman’s highest priority is her kids, always, which is a lot of the reason she gets so exasperated with Randy. Like during Stan’s stint as the poster child football star of South Park, well after the divorce, she is calling him up like “REALLY RANDY?!? You’ll use our boy to promote your weed business but can’t be bothered to come to a single game?!?” She and Sheila have also been essentially second mothers to their sons sbfs forever, and the families have been fused for style’s entire lives.

Also, Stan is a total mamas boy. Both his own and Kyle’s. He has been known to call his mother ‘dude’ because he calls everyone that and he’s very “yes ma’am” with Sheila most of the time but they’re so close that once he called HER dude and she wasn’t even phased she just likes that Stan likes her enough to feel comfortable like that lmfao. He and Sheila tag team being overly concerned about Kyle and they totally gang up on him when he’s not taking care of himself.

With Stan and Gerald, it’s a really casual thing. Like they’re mostly chill towards each other. Unless Gerald is around Randy, in which case Gerald’s dumbass tendencies come out full force, because Gerald’s kind of an idiot but he’s pretty harmless other than some minor cyber bullying and Randy Shenanigans.

So Ike. Ike and Stan have SO much fun together, especially as they get older, like they’re playing video games together, especially the puzzle games that frustrate Kyle, and when Ike’s in high school he goes to Stan for advice on things he’s too embarrassed to ask his brother about (Stan is not the person to ask for advice) and it’s so funny bc like they’re adults and Kyle will wake up at 3am for water and Stan’s in the office on the GTA RP with Ike and they’re trying to get kicked out of servers by pissing off the mods

Kyle time bois!!! As much as he tries to deny it, he is a LOT like his mother. He can be stubborn and reactive, sometimes preachy, but they’re like that because they just care so damn much about everything and everyone. If there’s an injustice to be found, they’re fighting it. And they’re both incredibly nurturing and passionate about loved ones. But because they’re so much alike, they tend to argue. At the end of the day, though, Kyle loves his mom and she loves him.

His relationship with his father was a little strained in high school. Gerald’s well meaning encouragement to push Kyle to succeed came off as IMPOSSIBLE expectations and the pressure Ky felt was on him was enormous, because Gerald really sucks at communication in a sensitive way. He actually felt a lot of guilt, for a long time, about unintentionally stressing his son out to the point that it got to. Kyle didn’t blame him really, mostly himself for getting so carried away, but he did have to learn to take everything Gerald says with a grain of salt.

Kyle and Ike ayyyyyy! Dude even if Kyle kind of terrorized Ike when he was like 8 because he thought that’s what big brothers were supposed to do, he grows into the best big brother and it’s HILARIOUS when Ike’s in middle school and Kyle’s trying WAY too hard to be cool and friends with him and Ike CONSISTENTLY reads him for absolute filth, makes fun of him for everything he can, and rips on him. He has totally told him that he likes Stan better and Kyle was like “yeah, well so do I!” “no shit, homo!” It’s all in good fun, they really love each other a lot, and if anyone fucks with Ike? They are getting the Kyle Rage Volcano.

Shelleys always been kinda indifferent towards all Stan’s friends unless they’re bothering her, but when Kyle and Stan got together, she gave him the ‘take care of my baby brother’ speech. Over the years they come to know each other pretty well, are even friends, maybe not as close as Stan and Ike, but still.

Kyle and Sharon are lowkey BESTIES dude Kyle is Team Sharon from day one. He adores his mother in law, sits with her at football games, loves gushing over Stan with her, just really enjoys her company. As a kid it’s because her more quiet nature is a break from his own mom, but as he gets older, he is the CAPTAIN of Sharon Defense Squad, because

Kyle does not like Randy. And OrangeJuiceVerse Kyle is someone who truly wants to see the good in everyone, give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Not Randy. Like he was 7 years old witnessing Randy Bullshit and he was like “dude your dads a jackass” and Stan was all “he’s okay” but over the years that exasperation with his best friend’s dad turned into an actual grudge, because how could this deranged man not see the emotional toll he was taking on his own son? Why didn’t he care about Stan? Didn’t he give a shit that he was hurting Kyle’s favorite person in the entire world? And Kyle does NOT try to hide the fact that he hates Randy, out here glaring at him, telling him off when he does something stupid (and it’s scary tbh, like OJV Kyle isn’t very intimidating until he’s mad, then he’s snapping like an angry fox) like bruh Kyle was SCREAMING at Randy kicking him out of the wedding for bringing alcohol to his SOBER SON like an uncaring dick, meanwhile Stan was more upset that his dad bothered a beehive lmfao. Kyle ‘Speak No Evil Take No Shit’ Broflovski, everyone. Randy’s a little scared of him.

That’s what I got, my dearest, THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE THINKING ABT OJV!!!

[fxckin-blackbeard]

Start of Redemption

ᒥ🐙ᒧ—         Finally, his fever from the infection broke a few days prior, but the wound itself was not healed, trapping the eccentric man on bedrest for awhile longer.

He sucks in a breath, feeling the burning pain of a bullet passing through his abdomen. Shot. Edward, shocked by the feeling overwhelming him stumbles back. He hits the railing of the ship and falls over into the water below that swirled with a sinking naval ship. A line form the ship's rigging wraps around his ankle and his wrist dragging him down with the warship that sunk.

Had it not been for Stede, Edward certainly wouldn't be all patched up, alive, and laying in this bed. But that wasn't what was on his mind, no. His mind swirled with all he done leading up to the battle with the British Navy. The agony he not only felt himself, but inflicted upon his crew-once-friends.

Bedridden meant you were left to your own devices, and Edward spent all of his time tormenting himself with reliving what he believed were his final thoughts.

He see flashes of the night he strangled his father, turning him into the very thing he sought to destroy. His time on Hornigold's ship where he was whipped to the point of bleeding should he so much as look at his captain wrong. And then he sees flashes of his own treatment of his crew, where they walked on eggshells around him as he spiraled further and further into madness. He became the monster those men were, he was no better.

His features twist into a cringe, and a tattooed hand rises to rub away the headache he felt coming on from his temple. A monster, the Kraken, the Devil...Those words repeated over and over in his skull, making him feel sick with overwhelming guilt. Guilt wasn't something unprecedented for Edward, what was unprecedented was his inability to escape from it. Opium, alcohol, and violence were his means of escape, but stuck on bedrest he was left without any of those options to numb himself.

"Fucksake..." He groans, pushing himself slowly to sit up while trying to not aggravate his gunshot wound. Tangled, knotted hair falls down his back covering the skull and snake tattoo, but leaving his 'TRUST NO ONE' tattoo still exposed. Ed had too much energy, and the more he was stuck feeling his guilt the more restless he grew. He hoped a change in position would ease something, but as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him, Ed realized there truly was no escape.

The feeling, the guilt, was overwhelming. His chest felt tight making air hard to draw in, a feeling of anxious energy overtakes his limbs leading to him moving his legs around endlessly, it was not a comfortable feeling. He craved some kind of vice, something to just make it go away.

It wouldn't come. He wished to rip the room apart, but a simple twist to move off the bed saw a sharp pain shooting up his side, leaving him gasping for air and tensing up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He curses, reluctantly laying himself back down to see if the ache of his injury would subside. And, it did, but to a dull, throbbing pain. Now he wished he had the opium for more than just the guilt.

Brown eyes stare at the ceiling of the cabin, looking almost through the wood as if his mind was off somewhere else. And it was, he was back to spiraling down his path of regret. All his choices leading up to this point had been wrong, stupid, and irrational. Dammit, he was a problem-solver, but when it came to his own messes he mind seemed to draw blanks. What would make it stop if he couldn't get to a vice? Would it ever stop? Or, was this the misery he sought to escape to begin with?

Edward pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, finding himself thinking in circles now. He wished, for a small moment, he wished he wasn't alone in the cabin. Someone, anyone as company would be nice...But who would come to see the monster? Stede, who had been up his ass since he was lucid, but he didn't wish to see Stede...Not yet. That wound was still too fresh...Izzy? Unlikely, he shot off the guy's leg. The thought makes Edward's chest tighten again, and he feels as though he'd be ill at any moment.

No one. He was alone in this battle, utterly alone...And he had done this to himself. There was no denying how all the consequences of his actions seemed to pile up on him. Maybe that was why he felt a weight on his chest.

And there was no escape.

[coiled-dragon]

I think Chris and Benson are more obvious all i must touch the frightened boy. I must get close to his frightened face. I must smell his fear. But Hardy too clicks his fingers and tells him to sit and rolls his chair closer to him making Randy shrink back. All the burger boys want that scared cat.

.... hey Incy if I asked and batted by eyelashes real pretty wouldja write a fic where Randy gets fucked by Hardy, Chris, and Benson?

Not all at the same time.

Like three separate instances, two where Randy didn't want it and one where he did-

[phone-kisser]

I got ONE person's verbal confirmation so I'm gonna fucking DO IT.

Comence me talking about how I relate very much to Roger.

Oh yeah and like. Major spoilers for Roger's route dlc

RAAAHHGHGH this route HURT me. Doggo why do you always manage to make me cry with every game you release... it's my curse...

Anyway, so, Roger! Absolutely love this guy, he's so silly and sweet. He might be a little..... slow, sometimes.... (he did in fact accept a USB that supposedly could let you play vr games on your pc WITHOUT a headset. Like I love you man, but get AHOLD OF YOURSELF.) But overall he's a very sweet guy.

Which is why I don't understand why I RELATE to him SO MUCH.

This scene, right here.

FIRST OF ALL, ROGER, STOP IT RIGHT NOW.

This scene hurt a little too much because I've felt this EXACT same way. Looking in the mirror and seeing someone you hated, someone you could barely recognize. I HATE MIRRORS.

This one, too:

Feeling like you need to be your best self, not for you, but for them. Because if you're not there to help, who is? Why would they trust you ever again if you screw something up?

Trying to do something you feel you can't do, just to help them. For their sake. Like if I don't do this right, they'll be the ones paying the price.

NEXT!

..so uhm WHY. WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME RIGHT NOW

I felt like this for a long time before I got better, I sometimes still do. Feeling like I don't matter, like no one would miss me if I just disappeared. I even tried to disappear a few times, didn't turn out great.

Luckily I have family and friends that helped me heal, and feel better about myself as a whole! I still have those days when I feel small and useless, but I always have someone to help me out, and I honestly couldn't be more grateful to everyone who's helped me get to this point.

Including my beloved mutuals, the majority of whom I've never spoken to. You've all done more than you know. Love you guys

BACK TO ROGER

This little wet sock of a man makes me so happy. He's so silly and goofy and you can tell he truly cares for all of his friends no matter what. I'm glad he got the ending he deserves and realized that he's good just as he is.

Just like I did.

[powderrblue]

what do you mean

[hershelchocolate]

You guys are not going to be prepared for the kind of person I'll be when Whisper Court production starts I'm slowly melting into goo over here

[the-acid-pear]

Phone buying update 👍 gonna have to take a fucking, moment LMAO. I have seen so many beautiful phones to buy. And I will. But I am not that fucking rich. I've been spending a lot of money lately. This is good for my health tho. I'm really excited to, actually do something with my bedroom.

One thing I kinda super want to buy despite being as expensive as a phone is this little... Phone shaped ceramic thing for rings. But I'd focus less on accessories for now more on the real thing.

I'm torn in which model to buy first. My options are that 500 model looking beauty or the baquelita model. I'm more leaning for the type 500 looking cutie. Bc he's stupid cheap. 7500 bc of a dent. There's a fixed one at 15k but do I look like a collectionist? I'm just a faggot. I don't discriminate.

I'm also gonna be wasting money tomorrow. Gotta buy silly things. (Pens, paper. Gonna start journaling).

Excited for my FETAP on Thursday tho. We opening the only fans boys /J

[p33p33p00p00]

if i knew how to write it would be fucking over for you guys (<- is a writer)