#red king jimmy

[massiveladycat]

IM IN ACTUAL TEARS AMANDA WALLER WAS GETTING DOWN IN THE ENDING OF SUICIDE SQUAD'S ANIME VERSION 😭😭😭😭

AND WHAT IS THAT "adrian.. the fragrance" ASS POSE DURING 1:10

[featheredenby]

Recovery

“In any case she can’t wait to see Grian’s article, nothing like some good old dislike for the GFHA to get the blood pumping.”

Written by: FeatheredEnby

Word Count: 1,430

Part Eight Of: Show Your Fangs

A Superhero AU of Empires SMP/Hermitcraft/The Life Series/Artimator SMP

Grian sits on his couch looking for reference articles for the newest article about the masquerade that he has to write. It’s not like he needs the references as he was there and can definitely write a better article with his eyes closed but there’s no way that he’s gonna track down any of the GFHA heroes. Not after he told the most famous one (Hotguy) the information that Poultry Man is a reporter who likes to fish and then as Grian brought him into his house. It would just be too risky, too easy to piece it together that Grian (the reporter with multiple fishing related keychains) is the same person as Poultry Man (the vigilante who admitted to being a reporter who enjoys fishing). However, that's when (because nothing can go his way) he sees an email from his coworker (and close friend) Joel, Grian the GFHA is looking for a reporter to do an interview with one of the heroes, they didn’t say which, we told them that you would do it. Go to The Mythical Tavern at 3:30 pm to do the interview. Of course. Now Grian has to once again hide his fractured wing and he has to do an interview because the government wants good press.

-

Lizzie sits on the sofa wrapped in a blanket next to Scott and Jimmy, seventy-two hours later and she’s still dealing with the unpleasant effects of a near hypothermic death. It’s nice at least that she doesn’t have any cases coming up and she gets to spend time with her family. Well that is her sibling and Scott, Jimmy’s boyfriend, they look pretty cute too, curled up and sleeping on one of the other sofas. Another brightside to her being home is that she doesn’t have to spend hours at a time hiding her mutant fetechers, it’s the same for Jimmy and Scott too. Jimmy doesn’t have to hide his wings and pointed ears and Scott doesn’t have to hide his antlers. Vrrt- Lizzie’s phone buzzes and she reaches to grab it, looking at the screen she sees a new text from Gem, Hey Lizzie! I know that you like gossip so, Sausage told me that Hotguy is at his restaurant doing an interview for The Hermit Times. Thought that you would find that interesting. Now that is interesting and if Lizzie wasn’t still suffering from hypothermia she would throw on her Mayor costume and head out. Maybe she can get Scott to go out as Cromia once he and Jimmy wake up. In any case she can’t wait to see Grian’s article, nothing like some good old dislike for the GFHA to get the blood pumping.

-

Scar stands at the bar of The Mythical Tavern and gets many strange looks which is honestly to be expected. To start off he’s technically Hermitopia’s hero and second he’s in his full Hotguy get up. Scar honestly wishes that the GFHA could have sent one of Empires City’s heroes; they have plenty to be honest. Then again when Scar was told that he would have to do this he was told that they had gotten some reporter from The Hermit Times, specifically Grian Helios. Of course said Grian Helios is Scar’s roommate who also patched up his burn and of course Grian has been less than about Hotguy in his articles. According to the last article (about when the Faker escaped from prison) “Hotguy is apparently a hero but according to statistics of his recent battle with the Faker, the vigilante C-fire saved thirteen more people that him.” Of course Grian had helped him on friday but then again Poultry Man had asked Grian to and it’s different when there were no civilians and this time it’s an interview. 

“Ahem. Hotguy?”

“Hm?” Scar looks over and sees that Grian has arrived.

“So you’re the hero that I have to interview?” Grian asks.

“Yep.” Scar tells him.

“Right let's get to the point,” Grian says,”My job wants me to interview you for a newspaper article on the fight that happened at Cleo Zie’s cafe The Cozy Cave.”

At this point Scar sees the owner of the Mythical Tavern who he heard referred to as Sausage comes up to them, “Welcome to The Mythical Tavern. What can I get for you?”

“I’ll just get a coffee.” Grian orders.

“Can I have hot chocolate?” Scar asks.

“Sure. I’ll get those to you in just a minute.”

Scar looks over and sees Grian pulling out a notepad, pen, and audio recorder. “Do you mind if I record this? I want to review it later when I get home.”

“Nope.”

Grian clicks on the recorder, “So,” he says flipping open the notepad,”Why exactly were so many heroes and vigilantes at the cafe on friday evening?”

“Well, as many people know the owner of the cafe Cleo Zie allows for the cafe to be used as an event venue and the vigilante Time Witch or as known by some people The Unkillable One was hosting a masquerade party.”

“Hm. Okay, and what heroes and vigilantes were there?”

“Well we were all in costume so I couldn’t tell you all of them but I know that the heroes there included The Wolf Spirit, The Huntress, and Canary Call.”

“So you’re telling me that all but two of the GFHA’s heroes were there that night?”

“Yes. As for the vigilantes there was Poultry Man, The Mayor, Cromia, and of course Time Witch.”

“And were there any villains other than The Red Ones?”

“Oh yeah, The Faker was there too.” Scar tells him.

Somehow Grian doesn’t look surprised in the slightest, “Okay then, can you recount the events of the night for me?”

“Sure,” Scar says,”When I got there a lot of people had already arrived but since I normally use crutches to get around I couldn’t dance so I wandered around for a bit before I saw someone standing in a corner. I introduced myself and we chatted for a bit before they left to use the bathroom, soon after they left the Red Ones arrived. When they got there I hid in a bathroom and learned that the person who I had been talking to was Poultry Man. The rest is a bit blurry but we fought The Red Ones, The Red Witch was taken into custody, and I got a nasty burn.”

“Mhm…” Grian replies as their drinks arrive.

“Well,” Scar asks, “Do you have any other questions?”

“Not really,” Grian sips his coffee, “actually I do have one. What is The GFHA planning to do about the fact that there are three villains currently on the loose?”

“To my knowledge there is not currently a plan.” Scar informs him.

“Interesting.” Grian responds while writing something down.

“Can I ask you a question?” Scar inquires.

“Sure.”

“You know what you wrote in your last article? About the vigilante C-Fire saving more lives than me?”

“Yes? What about it?”

“I’m just wondering why you wrote it.”

“I work for a newspaper and my job is to cover the political analysis section,” Grian reminds him, “It’s my job.”

“Okay.”

“Well,” he says while getting up, ”Thank you for the interview, I’ll make sure that you get one of the first copies.”

-

Knock. Knock. Knock. Someone is pounding at the door to Grian’s apartment. He stands up from his desk where his laptop is out with the first draft of his article “Cozy Cave Catastrophe” on it. It better not be Timmy the last time that he’d come knocking on Grian’s door he and Scar had had to disinfect, stitch, and wrap a stab wound. Grian enters the kitchen and realises the time, ten thirty-seven pm. Normally no one comes to the door that late. Looking around Grian finds a baseball bat that Cleo must have left the last time that she was there. He picks it up and walks over to open the door while clutching it in a visible manner. “Hello,” he says while opening the door, “Can I help you?”

It’s safe to say that the people who he sees outside of the door shock him. Crown, ears, cape and all in front of him is The Red King and standing next to him is the vigilante C-fire with a triumphant look on her face and a brand new outfit. “What do you want?” Grian asks them.

“Oh that’s pretty simple,” The Red King tells him, “We want bait.”

As soon as he says this something falls on Grian knocking him out.

[game-of-style]

House Targaryen - Atelier Couture ‘Paradise Collection’

[sincericida]

…SPIDER MAN”... 95th Oscars

The cutie face 🥺

[cherrylng]

Great Guitarists 100 - Quotes from Guitarists [CROSSBEAT (November 2009)]

Guitarists talk about 'My Guitar Theory' at a glance

Keith Richards “I don't have an electric guitar in my house. I don't have an amp. I don't play any electrics at home. I always play acoustic guitars.”

Billie Joe Armstrong “Since I got my guitar when I was 11, it's been like Christmas every day (laughs). I've been playing it for so long that it's become completely integrated into my body.”

Jimmy Page “I'm an only child and I started playing guitar when I was 11 and it was like an obsession. I took it to school with me and played it during recess. I never took it away.”

Jack White “Basically, I don't like new guitars. They might stay in tune, but they have no character. There's no flavour. For me, a guitar is just a tool. I have no attachment to it. I don't mind if you borrow one and take it home.”

Johnny Ramone “Most guitarists hone their skills by playing bands they admire. But I had no idea how to play other artists' songs, so I decided to make my own. So I'm not like anyone else.”

Jonny Greenwood “I don't rehearse, I don't practise guitar. I don't take care of my guitar, I only have one guitar. I don't collect guitars, I don't care about the age or the name. For me, a guitar is just like a tool. It's like a typewriter.”

The Edge “I didn't try to steal techniques from people who were good at playing guitar. I'm trying to do something unique and unprecedented. That's what real music is about. The important thing is originality.”

John Frusciante “I think the guitar is my friend. It's been by my side my whole life. I feel like I was born to play the guitar.”

J Mascis “From the very beginning I liked guitar solos. More so than playing rhythm. I don't really know why. What does the guitar mean to me? Hmmm……… Well, guitar (laughs)… Or a tree (laughs).”

Pete Townshend “If I can't get the sound I want, I smash the guitar as hard as I can into the amp. If it still doesn't come out, I smash it on the floor to clear it up. I didn't care how much I had to pay for it later.”

Lou Reed “When I play guitar, I want it to sound like a saxophone. That's why there's so much distortion in my sound.”

Ritchie Blackmore “When I want to say something, my fingers say it.”

Robert Fripp “I think playing the guitar is in a way merging the body into a personality, a soul and a spirit.”

Translator's Note: Were the quotes necessary to translate? Yes, since it's part of the Great Guitarists 100 article. So translate and read, we shall.

[francy-sketches]

working on character designs for my final project ^_^ if they look a lil familiar mind your business

[gameofthunder66]

Stephen King's Rose Red (2002) miniseries

-(finished) watchin' Season 1 (miniseries)- 12/8/2023- 2 [1/2] stars- on Hulu

[thoughtsofananon]

The Life Series Crypt, Part 1- Third Life

[hermigeddon]

god ok now I'm thinking about the titles and epithets they give each other. Martyn is the Hand of the King. Skizz is a Loyal Sword. Pearl is a Demoness. Grian is the Light of the Server. What else??

[loafofryebread]

I'm simultaneously feeling ill over about ten different characters and ships no one fucking talk to me im going to frow up

[luna-themoonie]

Chapter One

A Raven and a Bat to See the Light in One Another

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Summary: It was only meant to be a stupid game of dares, 'The King's Game.' But, of course, nothing could go Stan's way. Cartman thought it would be hilarious to get under everyone's skin with his stupid dare and he did. Now, Stan had no way of getting back with Wendy because he was stuck with this dare.

Butters didn't care too much about the dare in its entirety. Stan was a cool guy and maybe they could get closer. He didn't see anything wrong with this dare from Eric. But, oh boy, if his parents knew, he'd sure be grounded. After this dare ends, he and Stan could still be friends, right?

What was the dare?:

Stan and Butters were forced to date for two months.

~~~

The scene takes place at Tolkien’s new place.

It was a party that Stan was invited to. One being thrown by Clyde.

As much as he didn’t want to go, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to go for a few hours. Stan decided to go with Kyle, well, more like dragged him along so he could relax a bit. He’s been holed up in his room, overworking himself with his studies. He knew it would be far-fetched that Kyle would want to stay for the entire duration of the party, but he had to try.

By the time they reached the party, people were already piled inside while others lounged outdoors. As they both exited Stan’s Honda, Stan heard Kyle mutter complaints under his breath about being there. They both trudged their way to the large house and shimmied their way inside. 

The music was loud, people were laughing and drinking, and drinking games were being played. Stan made sure to keep Kyle beside him, knowing that if he had a chance, he would dip out with someone else. He wrapped his arm around his shoulder and led him to the kitchen where he was sure the drinks were going to be. Stan motioned for Kyle to choose his drink as he began to dig through a nearby cooler.

Kyle got to work on his drink while Stan cracked open a can for himself. He looked around the small group of people in the kitchen. A group of four were trying to chug down as much alcohol as they could and a couple was making out in the corner. He looked back at Kyle who was now adding ice to his drink. “Do you think Wendy’s here?”

Kyle glanced over at him, one of his eyebrows raised in question as he took a sip of his concoction. “Why?”

Stan shrugged. “I just want to talk to her.”

“For?”

Stan huffed. “Why does it matter?”

Kyle rolled his eyes. “Dude, you need to get over it. She’s made it clear she doesn’t want to be with you anymore.” Kyle had his eyebrows knitted together as he stared down at the drink in his hand. 

“Thanks for your support,” Stan’s sarcastic comment earned a glare from him.

“You know what, I’m leaving.” Kyle slammed his cup down on a nearby table. “I’m not going to stay here just to hear you bitch about Wendy.” He shouldered Stan out of his way. “I have to get back to my applications anyway.”

Stan felt his body run cold. He grabbed his best friend’s arm to stop him.  “No, wait. I’m sorry, Kyle. Don’t leave. You’re stressing yourself out a lot more than you need to. Just relax a little.” Stan could see Kyle clenching his jaw. “If you still want to leave after an hour, we can.”

Kyle pulled his arm away. “Fine,” He turned back to face him, “but if you mention Wendy one more time…”

“Okay, okay.” Stan held his hand up to stop him. “I got it.”

Stan did as he promised and held his tongue about Wendy for the rest of their time there. And sure enough, as long as he did, Kyle loosened up more bit by bit. Though, that came to a quick end when they met up with Cartman, Kenny, and Butters. Knowing Cartman was there made Kyle visibly tense. Stan, not wanting him to leave, placed a hand on his shoulder, gently massaging it to show that there was no need to fight with him again. 

Of course, Cartman had a sneering remark to say to Kyle, there was no way there wouldn’t. 

Kenny brushed Cartman away from the two and placed a sloppy kiss on each of their cheeks with a, “Hey, dudes! You showed up!”

Butters gave the two a large smile and a small wave. “Heya, fellas!”

The group of five stayed together for the remainder of their time, though as many times as they tried, they couldn’t shake off Cartman. The longer they stayed, the more people they found to interact with - Red, Craig, Tweek, Annie, and so on. Stan kept on glancing around for a familiar ravenette but didn’t dare share that fact with his best friend. Instead, with every look without the girl in sight, Stan took another gulp of his beer.

Soon enough, Kyle began to complain to Stan about being there, and so, their time came to an end. Stan and Kyle began to say their ‘goodbye’s’ to their friends and began to find the two hosts of the party. 

They made their way up the stairs where Clyde and Tolkien were. Leaning against the second-floor railing, looking over the party. Tolkien seemed to be getting more and more annoyed the closer Stan got. 

Once they reached them, Stan spoke up. “Hey, dudes. We’re gonna head out now.”

“Head out?” Clyde’s eyebrows knitted together in worry. “No, no. Stay for a little longer.” He turned to Tolkien. “Please, Tolkien.”

He rolled his eyes. “If you really want to do that, we’re gonna have to end the party now.”

Clyde groaned and stomped his foot like an angry child. “Fine.” He pulled out his phone and began to quickly type away.

Tolkien turned to Stan. “Just wait a few minutes when everyone leaves. Clyde wants us to do something and he won’t stop crying about it.”

“I don’t do that!”

“Mmm-hm.” Tolkien turned back to look over the party. “Everybody! Listen up!” The party slowly dwindled to a silence. “This party is ending in ten minutes, I need you all to go! Take the rest of the booze if you want, I don’t care, just leave!”

The crowd didn’t take long to disperse either to different parts of the house or outside of it. Others came up to thank the two for the party, though, the more people did, the more annoyed Tolkien looked. To Stan, this meant this party was planned and done by the brunette without his permission.

Soon the house was empty, though now revealing a mess. Tolkien sighed. “Clyde, you better clean this up.”

“No probs!” He looked over the edge and Stan looked along with him to see some others popping back in and heading up the stairs where they were. Standing around them were the members of ‘The Boys’ and ‘Those Guys.’

“Okay, we stayed. What did you want, Clyde?” Kyle asked.

Clyde looked at him with a large smile. “I want us to hang out!”

“Hang out?” Stan looked behind him to see Bebe reach the top of the steps. He gulped and tried avoiding making any type of eye contact with the girl who followed behind her. “Is that all you wanted?”

“I have to go home though,” Wendy told them. “I need to finish my report.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kyle chimed in.

“Oh, come on, guys,” Clyde whined. “We haven’t hung out in forever. Let’s, like, actually hang out, not just sit next to each other during lunch. Let’s do something fun!”

“No way, dude,” Craig immediately shut down the idea. 

Stan narrowed his eyes at him. “Like what, Clyde?”

Clyde looked at Stan as if he had just saved his life. “I was thinking ‘Truth or Dare!’”

“‘Truth or Dare?’” Kyle commented with a sneer. “We aren’t kids anymore, Clyde.”

“Yeah, Clyde,” Red commented, popping up from behind Craig. “We aren’t kids.” 

Clyde looked like a kicked puppy. “Oh… Okay…”

She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. “Hey, don’t be sad. ‘Truth or Dare’ is for middle schoolers. We need a better game.”

Clyde immediately perked up. “Like what?” 

She poked his nose. “You’ll see.” She turned to Tolkien. “Tolkien, you gotta room for this stuff?”

He shrugged. “We could go to the basement.”

She snapped her fingers and pointed at him with a finger gun. “Perfect. To the basement, we go.”

“I’m not staying,” Wendy spoke up, aggravation in her voice.

Red rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine. You can leave.” She elbowed Tweek’s side, making him yelp, and ‘whispered’ to him obnoxiously loud, clearly so Wendy could hear. “She was a stick in the mud, anyways. We don’t need her to have fun.”

Wendy’s face grew aflame. “No, I’m not!” She turned to the stairs and made her way down them, but instead of leaving out through the front door, she went through a different door under where they stood, presumably the basement. 

Red laughed. “Works every time.” She began to push everyone towards the stairs. “Now, you all go wait in the basement. Nichole, you come with me.”

Nichole nodded and stayed by her side as Red made the rest of the group go down the stairs and towards the basement.

“What are we even gonna be doing?” Kenny asked. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Red began to push Stan and Kenny, the last two, towards the basement stairs. “You all go downstairs and Nichole and I will meet you down there.” 

Stan shook his head, now amused. He decided to play along to see what she had come up with. He made it to the bottom of the stairs and looked around the basement. It was clean, so Tolkien had probably crossed the area off from others when the party was going on. Stan and Kenny walked passed by Cartman, sitting on a recliner, and Wendy, sitting on the ground near the coffee table. They both made their way to sit on the couch where Kyle was. Stan sat himself besides Kyle while Kenny sat to his left.

Are you ready for this, bitches?” Red questioned as she suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She now wore a backpack that wasn’t with her before. Nichole popped up behind her with a small cooler in her hands.

Nichole began to pass around drinks from the cooler. Stan decided to settle on a bottle of another beer.

Red sat herself down at the coffee table and set the backpack down. She began to dig through it and pulled out a red solo cup and a handful of sticks. She placed the sticks inside of the cup and held it for everyone to see. “First and foremost, this is called ‘The King’s Game,’ and what the king says is absolute.” She poured the sticks out from the cup onto the table before looking around and pointed to everybody one at a time, including herself. “Okay, there are fourteen of us, so,” she began to number the sticks from one to thirteen, “there are thirteen sticks that are numbered, but one of them,” she held one up that had a drawing of a crown, “represents who is the king.” She placed the sticks back into the cup with the markings at the bottom. “All we have to do is to pick a stick without looking and that’s who you represent. Before we find out who the king is, we all have to say, ‘who is the king?’ You guys understand?”

The responses she got were more uncertain than anything.

She sighed and continued. “Say, the king is Kenny and his dare is someone to kiss somebody else. He can’t say anybody’s name specifically. He would have to say, ‘I dare three to kiss six,’ and the people who drew those numbers have to do what he says no matter what. You get it?”

“So, uh, it’s really just a game of dares, but you don’t know who is getting dared?” Butters asked.

“Exactly!” Red pulled a sheet of paper from her bag. “Okay, before we start, we need to set up some rules. How far are we going to go sexual-wise?”

“Not at all.”

“Wendy, that’s not an option.” She wrote down in bold letters: ‘RULES’. She began to write some things down. Probably some of the game’s natural rules. “So, kissing? Do we all agree on that?” 

Stan thought kissing was fine. He didn’t see any problem with it, but as he looked around the room the number of guys made him a bit anxious. He didn’t want to kiss any of them, especially Cartman. The thought alone made him nauseous, and not in a good way.

“No,” Craig spoke up. “We don't agree.”

“Oh, come on, Craig. Don't be a big baby.”

“Nobody is kissing me or Tweek.”

Red groaned. “It's not like we're going to know who is who.”

“I don't care.”

“Ngh, I don't mind,” Tweek said, meekly. Everybody looked at him with surprise. He noticed this and tried not to look at anyone. “It won't mean anything to me because,” he looked towards Craig, “I only love you.”

The girls all ‘awwww’ed’ at the scene.

Craig closed his eyes for a moment before sighing. “Fine, only because Tweek is fine with it.”

Red gave a small pump of her arm in triumph. “Cool, now what about certain groping?” Everyone gave a different reaction. She sighed before saying, “Are we gonna see some dick and puss or not?”

“I'd honestly rather not anybody touch or see my dick,” Stan admitted.

“I wouldn't.”

“We know you wouldn't, Kenny.”

“How about just boobs?” Red was trying to compromise.

“Guys don't have boobs, Red,” Kyle said.

“Yes, they do. They're just usually flat-chested.”

Kenny snickered and elbowed Stan's side. “Unlike Mr. Double D over there.” He jerked his thumb towards Cartman, which made Stan and Kyle laugh.

“Hey! The fuck you say, Kinny?”

Kenny waved him off. “Nothing, fatass.”

“I don't mind,” Bebe spoke up. “What about you, Wends?”

She shrugged. “I'd rather not show them, though.”

This made Stan clench his jaw. He tried to swallow his jealousy with a sip of his beer. He wasn’t with her anymore. Why should he care that everybody else had the possibility of touching her?

“Okay, okay,” Red turned to Nichole. “What about you, Nichole?”

She looked at Tolkien. “If you're cool with it, I don't mind.”

Tolkien shrugged. “It's your body, babe.”

Nichole gave a half shrug. “Then I guess my breasts are on the line too.”

“Okay! Is there anything else anybody would be uncomfortable with?” Red asked. Everybody was silent. “Remember, the king’s orders are absolute.” Nobody answered. “Alright, let’s get it started!” She picked up the red solo cup and began to shake up the sticks before picking out a stick.

That was how the game began. Everything started out slow, each one slowing growing with each passing dare:

Wendy asked for four (Butters) to give her a well-thorough massage.

Craig told three (Clyde) to call City Wok and order a pizza on speaker.

Nichole told one (Bebe) and eleven (Kyle) to switch clothing for the rest of the night, save for underwear. This one made Stan laugh at his red-faced friend.

Butters made ten (Craig) eat a banana while dipping it in mayo.

When Bebe got a turn as the king, she insisted on turning it up a notch and dared eight (Tolkien) to give seven (Cartman) a lap dance.

Craig made seven (Stan) go around the room and smell everyone’s armpits. If Stan thought he hated Craig before, he absolutely despised him now. Red made three (Bebe) color in a tooth of hers black so it would look like she was missing it.

Then Cartman had gotten his first turn as the king:

“Who is the-”

“I want eight to fondle one’s boobs for two minutes.” Cartman didn’t let the rest of the group finish the sentence before spitting out an order. 

“Gah! I have to what?” Everyone looked over at Tweek who had wide eyes.

“Did I stutter?”

Tweek glared at Cartman while he made a noise that sounded like a dying animal. 

A sigh came from Wendy as she loudly placed down her stick. “Come here, Tweek, let’s just get this over with.”

Tweek slowly slid himself off his seat and made his way to sit beside Wendy. He held his hands up, preparing himself as Wendy unzipped her coat. 

“Okay, ready?” Nichole asked with a timer ready in hand. The two nodded. “Alright, go.”

Tweek immediately cupped her breasts, now red in the face. 

Stan felt his body become hot with jealousy. He tried to force himself to look away from the two, but he couldn’t.

“Oh, your boobs are nice, Wendy,” Tweek commented. 

She smiled. “Thanks.”

“Careful, Tweek. They still might have some silicone in there,” Bebe joked, earning a smack in the arm from Wendy.

After an agonizingly long two minutes, their time was up. Stan knew that he would have nothing to worry about with Tweek, But he could help but glare at him as he made his way back to his seat besides Craig.

Everyone returned the sticks and continued the game.

Clyde kept on complaining about needing to use the bathroom, so Tolkien took the liberty as king to have twelve (Kenny) and four (Bebe) watch him. 

Wendy told two (Cartman) to reveal his search history to everyone.

Nichole had seven (Craig) and thirteen (Kyle) make out for a minute.

Kenny told nine (Clyde) to drink a whole bottle of hot sauce and not drink anything for the rest of the night.

Then Tweek got a turn as the king:

“Gah! I’m the king? No way, man, this is too much pressure!” Tweek tried shoving the stick into Craig’s hand. “You do it, Craig.”

“Honey, that’s not how the game works.” He placed his hand on his thigh. “Just think of something stupid or make someone do something you want to do, like have them make a coffee for you,” Craig suggested to him.

Tweek was gnawing at his bottom lip. “Uh, well, three and five!”

“Yes? Three and five, what?” 

“Ungh… three has to,” he began to tug at his hair and Craig moved to rub his back gently. “Three has to lick peanut butter off of five’s stomach.”

Kenny clasped his hands together and laughed. “Oh my God, Tweek.”

“W-what?” He screeched, his shaking now more obvious.

“Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Ah, geez,” Butters stood up, “I know it’s the rules and I gotta do it.” 

“Ah, Butters!” Red began taking everything off the coffee table to make space. She patted on the middle of the table. “Lay right here. We gotta get the perfect view.”

“Oh, hamburgers… Do I have to?” He asked as he began to rub his fists together.

“Would you rather stand while…” Bebe began to look around. “Hey, who is doing it?”

Stan stayed quiet. Maybe if he didn’t move or say anything, Kenny would offer to take the spot. Or maybe even Cartman. He always had a weird thing for Butters and Kyle. 

“Stan, you can’t just pretend you don’t have the stick.” Of course, fucking Kyle couldn't leave him be.

Stan groaned before setting down his drink and standing up. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.”

Tolkien stood up along with him. “I'll go get some peanut butter.” He told the group as he disappeared up the stairs.

Bebe and Red were giggling loudly at Butters slowly lying himself on the table - his head towards Cartman and his legs towards Tweek and Craig

Stan moved to sit next to Red who was sitting by Butters right, but she stopped him. “No way, Stan. You gotta get him at a better angle.” Stan knew that Red was just trying to sexualize the dare. He just rolled his eyes and moved to be in front of Butters’ legs to satiate her.

Tolkien came back to the basement with the jar of peanut butter and a large spoon. “Here you go.” He held them out to Stan, but Kenny swooped in and grabbed them instead.

“Dude, come on.” 

“No way, man. Knowing Stan, he'll probably just put a little bit to get it over with. We gotta make sure it's worth it.” Kenny began to unscrew the cap and dipped the spoon in to get some of its contents on the back of the spoon. He kneeled beside Red and held the spoon over Butters’ stomach. “You ready, Butters?”

He shrugged. “Ready as I'll ever be, I guess.”

Kenny lowered the spoon and began to coat Butters’ stomach with peanut butter. It was a lot more than Stan would've liked, but that was the point. Kenny stopped and Stan watched with narrowed eyes as he dunked the spoon back in to cover his stomach even more.

Kenny was way too giddy for Stan’s taste about this entire situation. He could tell by his eyes that he was smiling big underneath his parka. “Kenny, you’re acting like you’re the one doing this,” Stan told him.

His eyes flickered up to meet Stan’s. “I wish.” Stan didn’t know whether he wished to be Butters or him, but he didn’t want to know. He started to smear even more on Butters’ stomach and Stan was sure he was doing this to get under his skin. “But since you’re the one doing it,” He finished up, sticking the spoon in his mouth as he closed the jar. He clapped his shoulder as he stood up. “Why don’t you show us your skills?” 

“Of licking peanut butter? Right.” 

“Well, don’t just lick it up,” Craig said in his usual monotone tone. Stan didn’t need to turn around to see the stupid smirk on his face. 

“Good thing you aren’t the king then.”

“Ah, well, don’t just lick it up, Stan.” Stan really wanted to murder Craig for putting the idea into his boyfriend’s head. “A-and you have to clean it all. Nothing left behind.” Oh, how Stan hated them both.

He clenched his jaw as he grabbed Butters from behind his knees to pull him closer to the edge so he wouldn't have to hover over him too much. He grimaced, seeing how he was in between the blonde’s legs now.

A chorus of wolf whistles filled the room after he did this.

He sighed before leaning down over the blonde and licking at his stomach, trying to lick as much peanut butter off as he could to end this as quickly as he could.

“Oh,” Butters giggled. “That tickles!” He began to squirm as he continued to laugh.

Stan rolled his eyes. He placed his hands on his hips, holding him firmly down so he could stop moving. This made the laughing and movement stop. He tried not to think too much about what he was doing - on who he was doing it to.

He hated everything about this. He hated everyone cheering him on. He hated looking up for a moment and seeing Butters face, how red he was. He hated seeing Wendy giggle with Bebe as he continued with his work.

“Oh~! Stan,” Red nudged him when he finished, “you’re still single, right?”

Bebe laughed at this. “Oh my God, Red.”

Stan just ignored her and rolled his eyes. “In Tolkien’s words: ‘I swear to God, if any of you let anybody know out of this room, I will kill you,’” He told the group as he stood up. He picked up his beer and threw himself back onto the couch.

And the game continued once again.

Jimmy told twelve (Red) to call a random number and sing "Happy Birthday" to the first person to pick up.

Stan even had nine (Tweek) strip down to their underwear and sit in four’s (Kenny) lap until whoever had twelve (Nichole) was king. Stan felt proud of himself for that one. He considered it as revenge for earlier.

The game kept on going and going until the teens finally got tired of it. 

“Can we just go home now?” Kyle motioned to himself. “I’m tired of wearing these clothes.”

“Aw~, but you look so cute in them, Kyle,” Bebe teased.

“Oh, come on!” Clyde moaned. “Just one more round. I haven’t even been the king yet.” His face was still glowing red from the hot sauce.

“Fine, fine,” Bebe spoke up. “Let’s all do one more round, then we can go.”

“Yeah, whoever’s king better give us something really juicy,” Red agreed as she grabbed the cup from the table. She shook the cup around to mix up the sticks before picking one for herself again. She then passed the cup to Nichole and so on.

Stan watched the cup get passed around the group before it finally reached him. He stared down at the cup in Kenny’s hand. Chugged down the rest of his beer, he blindly grabbed a stick for himself. He stared it down as if the stick itself had wronged him. The number ‘4’ stared back at him. He glanced over at Kyle, but he only hid the stick.

“Okay,” Red started. “Three, two, one…”

Everybody in unison, “Who is the-”

“Me, me! I am!” Cartman shouted. “I’m the king! I’m the final king, ha ha ha ha haa ha!” He let out a loud laugh that immediately irked Stan. He knew this was a bad idea. Cartman reached over and grabbed his bag from behind Butters, hitting him in the back of the head in the process. He began to rummage through the bag, mumbling to himself.

“Fuck,” Kyle muttered. “Let’s just get this over with, fatass.”

Stan let his eyes wander back to Wendy as the two began their usual bicker. She met his gaze for a moment and Stan smiled, but it quickly faltered when she looked away from him. His throat felt dry. He lifted up his bottle for another sip and felt stupid when he realized it was empty. He looked back at Cartman to see him slam down a notebook. 

“I have been planning for this day. To have the authorit-ah to have you guys do what I want with you guys. And none of you can reverse it.” Cartman was watching everybody carefully. “There will be six of you. I am going to pair you up and each pair must,” he glanced at Kyle. “must date the person for a month.”

Kyle scoffed and Stan made it necessary to elbow him in the side to prevent him from making it worse. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He tried not to look at Wendy. He couldn’t look too hopeful. 

“And I mean date,” Cartman continued. “Holding hands, kissing,” He leaned forward wiggling his eyebrows. “Sex!” 

“I-if I didn’t know better, I w-would- I would have th-thought you turned into K-K-Kenny,” Jimmy jokes. Kenny was the only one who laughed. “Wow, what a great audience.”

Everyone was tense. Of course, Eric Cartman would try to do anything to get under their skins. Especially Kyle’s. He hadn’t even said any numbers yet and Stan could practically feel him fuming from his right.

“So!” He clasped his hands. “Who should it be? Hmm, yes, I see…” He looked at them all again. “I want four and seven, six and,” he made a face. “Thirteen, and for the sake of luck for our two love birds,” He gave a pointed look towards Craig and Tweek. “Eleven and twelve.” 

The room was silent aside from Tweek’s sudden yelp, making it obvious that his number was picked. Stan stared back down at his number. ‘4’ He was chosen by Cartman. He hoped that the universe was somehow on his side and made Wendy as ‘7.’ That way, she could see how they should actually get back together. It could be his chance.

“This is fucking ridiculous!” Kyle spoke up and Stan knew things were going to go downhill. “I am not doing that! I have way better things to do than this stupid dare,” he exclaimed.

“Oh, but he’s the king,” Butters spoke up. “And whatever the king says is a-absolute.”

“Thank you, Butters.”

“Oh, fuck that! I don’t give a shit if he’s the king!” Kyle’s face was now aflame with anger. He really didn’t want to do this. Stan didn’t understand why. It was just a month. All he had to do was shut his mouth and entertain Cartman, but then again, nothing was easy with Kyle.

“Well, since Kyle clearly has a problem with it,” He reached forward to grab the notebook he had pulled out as he continued. “Make it two months.”

“This is stupid-”

“And as Butters said, I am the king, therefore, anything I say goes.” He began to flip through the notebook. “Ah, yes, here we are.” He flipped the notebook over to show the group its contents. A picture of Kyle was evident on one side of the page and writing was on the other side.

“W-what is it?” Tweek asked.

“Don’t egg him on, babe.”

“Thank you for asking, Tweek!” Cartman cleared his throat and began to read:

In any instance of a game of dares, if Kyle “Stupid Jew” Broflovski chooses to refuse the dare the following will be punishment for him:

Revealing a secret

Send his brother back to Canada

Ruin any chances he has of getting a girlfriend or getting into whatever college he wants to go to for 4 months

And-

“I really don’t give a shit, Cartman. It’s not like you’re going to do all that anyway. You’re bluffing.”

“I’d rather not do this either,” Craig spoke up. “And your ‘luck’ didn’t even pair me with Tweek. I’m not going to date anybody else.” 

Cartman rolled his eyes. “Of course, you two are against it. Only thinking of yourselves.” The two boys began to protest, but he only ignored them. “If Kahl let me finish, you would all know that both people will be receiving punishment. It doesn’t matter if one of them still wants to go with the dare. Both must work together.” He intertwined his fingers, making Stan roll his eyes.

Stan heard Nichole suck air through her teeth. “Yikes.”

“So,” Cartman wore a wicked smirk on his face. “Who is going to do my bidding?”

Stan sighed. Might as well get it over with and know who he was going to ‘date’ for two months. “I got four.” 

Everybody was silent. They all looked at one another, expecting someone to speak up to partner up with him. It took another beat of silence before someone finally did.

“Ah, geez. I got seven.” Stan felt his body run cold with dread and he wished he had never come at all. It wasn’t Wendy who spoke up. “I guess we’ll be stuck together for a while. Huh, Stan?”

It was Butters.

[votederpycausemufins]

Another chapter of the fic for the metal hearts series. A good chunk of it might be familiar to people who have watched a certain series. the title is 'electric lives' for a reason

“Steak or Carrot.” Asked an unfamiliar voice, posing a choice between the two. Another more familiar voice chose steak while Grum liked carrots better due to their golden and thus more edible (for him) variety. 

“Sail or Swim.” The first voice asked again with the second responding swim. Sail was better for Grum since redstone and water didn’t mix all too well. Grum may not know redstone well, but he knew enough to know he was made of it, and thus redstone’s weaknesses could also be his.

“Underground, or Mountain High.” The second voice immediately responded with underground, which made Grum pause to think. He was pretty sure underground seemed better. More resources than the top of a mountain.

“Green or Red.” Both Grum and the second voice immediately came to the same conclusion of red. Who knew why the other voice thought that, but Grum’s color was red. Most of his family, or rather, immediate family, used that color. So it made sense.

Then suddenly the unfamiliar voice was calculating results from the answers. Grum was caught off guard and tried to do the same. But he didn’t have enough information. What could the results be? What did the answers mean and how did they calculate the results? Was it a matter of proportion of A to B, or did the answers have values added together or-

“You have been sorted into Carrotyn!”

Oh. For the seriousness of the tone the calculating was announced in, Grum assumed it was going to be more important than just assigning Impulse into a- wait a second.

No longer distracted by the quiz, Grum had been able to focus enough to realize that the familiar voice belonged to Impulse. Not only that, but there were other people around.

Grum didn’t get much further than that, though. He wasn’t sure how his redstone didn’t break when he tried looking around. Grum seemed to be looking out of the eyes of one of the people present. Well, he was, but he was also simultaneously just behind them looking down at them. And then he was also in front of the person. Oh and also seemingly moving around them. It wasn’t that Grum was moving from place to place, but more like he was in all four places at the same time.

Grum tried closing his eyes, or his equivalent to that. Since this whole thing wasn’t truly real, it didn’t entirely work, but it did manage to limit what Grum was seeing and make it easier to process.

“Let’s- I’ll tell you what. Let’s follow Impulse and we’ll splice off and go to Joel’s just to see what’s going down.” The unfamiliar voice spoke up by the time Grum was more comfortable with what he was seeing. The ‘we’ being mentioned seemed to be a group of about six people, half of which Grum recognized. Or well, mostly recognized. Impulse of course was one of them, but there was also Etho and maybe Ren. Grum and his brother had been told about Renbob and how it was someone different and not Ren. From a few pictures, they had understood the confusion, and now this person and Ren looked even less similar. Though mainly that was from the ashy gray skin this Ren-like person had.

As for the other three, Grum had no clue. There was a person with similar gray skin to Maybe Ren, though there weren’t sunglasses to hide the piercing red eyes this person had. Also their arms weren’t entirely gray, fading into a purple as it got closer to their hands. The second unfamiliar person wasn’t ashen like the first and Maybe Ren, but their skin was similar to spruce, or maybe dark oak. They also had a beard that was similar in style to Iskall, though not as thick. The last unfamiliar person was the one who had asked Impulse the questions. They seemed to have blond hair held out of their eyes with some sort of headband, and then wore a lime jacket vest thing.

As Grum tried to figure out who the unfamiliar three or four were, the group headed out towards what the bot assumed was Joel since that name had been mentioned. Unfortunately most of the travel was quiet, so there weren’t many clues to go off of. To make it worse, when they finally arrived at a house, apparently Joel’s house, there were even more unfamiliar people standing on top of it. Well, mostly unfamiliar.

Someone with bright cyan hair stood closest and even looked back for a moment greeting another person and calling them Joel. While it seemed like they had been talking to someone else on top of the house, it may have been in a general direction as someone seemed to come from behind the house and that person seemed to be Joel as he responded to someone else using that name. They were yet another person with gray skin and also had red eyes, their one distinguishing feature being a red streak of hair that stood out from the black and dark gray covering the rest of their head.

As the main group started questioning Joel, Grum looked back up at the roof towards the three other people. Along with cyan hair was yet another ashen person, but they were a bit different. Their skin seemed to be a shade or two darker and instead of red eyes like the other two, they seemed to be a normal looking brown. They also had dark blond hair that had a singed portion, which matched other almost sooty patches that the person sported elsewhere.

The last person on the roof was thankfully someone Grum recognized, that being Cleo. It wasn’t much, her only being the third person Grum was sure he recognized out of ten, but it meant he didn’t have yet another person to try and figure out.

Grum tuned back into the conversation right around the time Cyan hair turned to Joel with a question. “Also Joel, speaking of burning stuff down, did you happen to have a meeting with a flint and steel and our wall?”

“Uh, no. I saw it burning though. I was walking past and I was like-”

“Why do so many people walk past and not decide to pop a message in chat, like ‘Hey, by the way, your wall is burning’. Twice!” Cyan shouted, obviously upset about the mentioned problem. As they continued to talk about it with the others, Green Jacket went into the house and up the stairs, joining the people on the roof.

Joel, who had also gotten to the roof a minute ago, noticed Green Jacket and pointed a crossbow at them, asking “What are you doing Martyn?” As Martyn tried to explain, Grum mentally checked them off from the list of unknown people. Four and six was more manageable.

Joel then spoke up, saying he had no allegiances, which had Singed Hair upset, claiming they thought he was with Martyn and crew. Apparently it was also news to Martyn who was now saying to the rest of their group that Joel had forsaken them.

Maybe Ren then claimed Joel was being added to some sort of book, saying so in an accent that made it seem even less like Ren. That got Joel to explain he apparently took down the banner signifying their allegiance when Scar said he would fix Joel’s roof in return.

Martyn and his group were upset by that, and Grum agreed. Turning around so easily just because Scar was promising something? The roof obviously wasn’t fixed, so it was just an empty promise of course. That’s what people got when they tried working with him.

Martyn then started antagonizing Joel until Joel fired at them. Martyn fired back until Probably Not Ren pointed out it was likely a losing battle. As they retreated, the people on the house kept attacking with bows, even once they were rather far away. Apparently Etho had died near the ‘Sand People’ and thus wanted his stuff back, so to retreat with purpose, the group started toward wherever that was, getting away from Joel’s house in the process. Even then, the house people were still attacking with their bows, which while not nice, did have Martyn call one of the people Skizzle. He didn’t catch which person it was, but Grum at least had one more name.

Once they were finally out of range, Martyn started mentioning how no one should trust Scar as he was just swindling everyone out of everything that they owned, which lined up with what Grum knew of Scar along with the lack of roof at Joel’s house. From there, Etho started to suggest if the burning of Cyan’s place was done by Scar, which had Martyn saying it was either Cyan himself, or Grian and Scar.

That sounded about right to Grum. If Cyan was still looking for someone to blame, they could have done it. Scar was apparently already causing issues and Dad- wait a second. Had they said Grian and Scar not Grian or Scar?

“What is the, uh, what is that thing where you like, get close to your captor. What’s that called?” One of the unfamiliar people asked. After a moment of thought, multiple people all thought of the same answer, stockholm syndrome, Martyn then saying Grian had it bad.

Grum’s mind started racing from there. He vaguely comprehended the laughter from the group, which pointed at it being a joke, but Grum didn’t think that was the case. Grian had specifically run against Scar. Well, technically Mumbo had, but Grian ran the campaign to go against Scar. At then he had made some war the two were on opposite sides of. And then last season he was running Area 77 against Grian. Dad did not work with Scar. He just didn’t. Such a sudden change shouldn’t be possible. Unless of course what these people were saying was real.

For some reason, Scar had captured his dad. Scar was already tricking random people, promising things he wouldn’t give and them listening anyway. And that seemed to be to people who Scar was just running into. If… if Dad was trapped by Scar… If he was forced to stay near Scar, and… and work for him…

Grum’s train of thought was cut off by his dad’s voice. The group was here for Etho’s stuff and Grian then said Etho could have his stuff. Scar tried to distract the group by bringing up the mysterious burning again, saying it couldn’t have been him because he used his flint and steel up burning Etho’s castle, which was apparently burning again. Grum was shocked at the statement, and even more by the lack of reaction that was given by those who should have cared. 

Part of that was because Scar deflected back into the question. Martyn explained that they were already interrogated by ‘Timmy and Scott’, and then reiterating that he thought they did it themselves, so one of those names belonged to Cyan Hair. Then Scar said “Big B you disappoint me.” Likely another name. While having the names was helpful to slowly piecing together the puzzle of the people there, it still didn’t answer what was going on with his dad.

Etho took everyone off guard by messing with some noteblocks, meaning most people were looking away when a group of three approached, those being Cleo, Timmy or Scott, and Singed Hair. Apparently they were friends with Scar, though he had forgotten the word for a moment, probably just thinking of them as tools or assets rather than actually being his friends. 

Marytn called over for Timmy, getting Singed Hair responding, apparently making Cyan Scott. Either way, they accused Timmy of burning down whatever was burnt down, which did fit with them looking like they had dealt with fire. Though that could have been from trying to put it out. In trying to defend themself, Timmy nearly accused Scar, showing how weak their ‘friendship’ was.

The one person apparently unaccounted for and could have potentially caused the fire was Tango, which Grum thought was a little mean since that could be them blaming him for being blazeborne, but if he was the only one not seen, it could have been him. And apparently they spoke at just the right time, because then he was seen at the edge of the nearby forest, getting a laugh from everyone at the timing. 

Right after, arguing continued, people now building walls looking like they were preparing to either attack or defend or even both. Weapons were also being drawn and tensions were getting high, everyone starting to point fingers even more now. As Probably Not Ren tried to get their group ready for battle, Scar piped up saying he left something in the house he didn’t want people to get. He started running from the group, obviously using it as an excuse to let everyone else fight and leave him unscathed. But Martyn followed behind him, Grum happy that Scar wouldn’t be let go so easily.

But just as Grum thought that, Martyn doubled back, the rest of the enemy group scattering as well. With them all fleeing, Martyn regrouped with their team, agreeing that they should surround Scar while he was all alone. Unfortunately, once they attacked towards Scar, Tango had gotten to the swindler first and was potentially there to help protect him. Martyn tried to get Tango to talk and finally get an answer to who caused the fire. Scar on the other hand, was asking Tango for a warning when Martyn’s group arrived, not realizing they were already there.

Once Tango said he hadn’t caused the fire, Martyn started threatening Scar, saying he needed to hand over a banner, or he would kill what was likely a pet bee, the Beard Person clarifying they meant the bee, and not themselves, they being Big B.

Scar asked where his friends were, likely referring to his reluctant allies, who were nowhere to be seen. Hopefully that meant his dad had finally escaped and was free while Scar would be stopped. Slowly, the main part of the group drew Scar out while Martyn snuck around, breaking into the house and rooting through the chests. From outside, there was warning about plenty of TNT inside, but Scar then said it didn’t work, Etho apparently having broken whatever trap it should have been.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t broken enough, as there was then a sizzle as someone manually lit a piece of the explosives while Martyn was still inside. Scar cried out, meaning it likely wasn’t his doing, which meant that someone from Martyn’s team had likely lit it not knowing they were inside.

Explosions started to erupt and there was no way Martyn could escape, which is when Grum came to a horrible realization. He seemed to be stuck near Martyn, as everywhere he tried to look was focused around them. If Martyn died here, Grum wouldn’t get the answers that he wanted, maybe even needed. It was impossible. There was so much TNT, he was going to die. But Grum couldn’t let it happen. Not now. Not yet. 

And then, someone agreed.

“It is not yet your time, green one.”

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Jrum woke up when someone started shaking him. He groaned a little, just wanting to keep sleeping. It shouldn’t be time for him to wake up. Hasn’t he even gone to bed early? There was no way he slept in enough to be woken up. But apparently he was being woken up nonetheless.

He reluctantly rolled over and looked at whoever was shaking him. Two things were made clear once he looked. First was that Grum was the one shaking him awake, his screen flickering eerily between his face, static, and some weird symbol.

The second and more important thing, was that Jrum could see out a window and tell it was still somewhere in the middle of the night. When he definitely should be allowed to sleep. But both of them should be asleep. And if Grum was awake and acting weird, something was wrong. 

Jrum wasn’t fully charged, but close enough, so he pulled himself out of bed and checked his brother’s charger since it was right there. After helping Grum get unplugged, Jrum took his hand and led the two of them to Daddy’s room, shaking him awake in turn to both make him suffer the same way Jrum was, but also to get his help.

Mumbo wasn’t roused easily, and more shaking on its own didn’t seem to do the trick. Jrum wasn’t sure if his daddy was awake enough to listen, but he tried saying something anyway, just in case. “Daddy, something’s wrong with Grum.”

For a moment, nothing really happened. Jrum thought that meant words didn’t work, so he was going to try more shaking. But Mumbo had just needed time for his sleep-addled brain to catch up and process the words before he immediately sat up to see what was going on.

Grum wasn’t flickering as much as he had been before, but it was still a concerning amount, that being that it was happening at all. Mumbo fumbled for his comm, trying to call someone, but Jrum could hear the other side of the line was just static. He either tried again or tried contacting someone else, only to get the same result. 

If Jrum had felt concerned before, he was feeling almost terrified now. If Daddy couldn’t fix it and also couldn’t get help, what could be done? He even tried opening Grum up, something Jrum knew shouldn’t be done unless they were completely off or in emergencies, but Grum managed to slap Daddy away.

With no other ideas, Mumbo pulled the bots into the bed with him. Jrum clung to his daddy, just wanting some comfort from whatever was going on. Grum on the other hand just sat in place, screen still flickering ominously. At that point, Jrum was pretty sure the only possible solution now would be if Grum’s battery ran out, but that would likely take hours. They were built to last a whole day, so even half or even a quarter charge would last ages.

After a while, long enough that any mechanical form of adrenaline had worn off and Jrum was finding himself nodding off, the bot jumped a little when his daddy did the same. Looking over, the flickering of Grum’s screen was finally petering out, and he had stopped sitting up and was now leaning against Mumbo. After a moment or two more, there was then the sound of sniffling, like Grum had been crying. Obviously he hadn’t been, he was a robot and couldn’t cry, but sounds could help to convey emotion or whatever Mumbo had given as an explanation.

Either way, Jrum joined his daddy in giving Grum some comforting hugs. They had no clue if it was helpful, but Grum wasn’t pushing them away, so it was probably fine.

Eventually Mumbo pulled himself away to drag out the backup chargers in the room for when the bots ended up sleeping in there rather than their own room. He helped plug Grum in as Jrum plugged in himself, then they all got situated in bed. Grum was the first back asleep, likely worn out by whatever had happened. Jrum found himself drifting off not too long later, snuggling into the blankets and against Mumbo, but also making sure one of his hands was holding one of Grum’s. Again, he didn’t know if that would help Grum, but at the very least, it helped him.

[mitjalovse]

Wang Chung covering Blur got me to think about that. You know, I pondered the cover version of many tunes and what they can tell us about the musicians who made the originals. Of course, we also ask ourselves about those who remade them. For instance, how did Otis Redding feel, when Aretha Franklin made one of his songs her own? I mean, their versions differ from one another mostly in their intentions, because Otis' tune seems to contain a more pleading tone, whereas Aretha Franklin transforms the latter into an anthem of self-worth. Therefore, what we have here should be considered a great case study of how two great vocalists can remodel the same piece with their two different approaches into two completely varied readings.

[embracethefeels]

2020 me is not going to believe what’s happening in 2024.

All the 2000’s Rock Bands: I have an idea. Let’s just all come back in 2020. Just all at once. It’ll be epic.

Us: Please, the angst, it’s too much. Puberty is coming back to me. I can’t do this again. I’m not strong enough.

[bootleg-nessie]

Rating band names based on their accuracy:

(I keep updating this list so check back later)

The Beatles: 3/10. None of these people are beetles, they’re just a bunch of fruity guys from Liverpool with matching haircuts

(Edit: changed from 0/10 to 3/10 because John Lennon beat his wife)

Pink Floyd: 4/10. There is not a single person named Floyd in the band, but some of the members do arguably look kinda pink

Nirvana: 10/10. Getting high and listening to Nirvana is roughly what I imagine actual nirvana to be like

Foo Fighters: either 0/10 or 10/10. I have never seen foo in real life so either they’re pretending to fight a problem that doesn’t exist or they’re doing an absolutely fantastic job of fighting it

The Eagles: 0/10. Same as the Beatles, there is not a single eagle in this band. The name is misleading and we have all been lied to

Queen: 6/10. Partial points for Freddie Mercury

Led Zeppelin: 0/10. I don’t think any of these guys have ever even seen a zeppelin, let alone one made of lead. A lead balloon would crash faster than my hopes and dreams

The Rolling Stones: 3/10. There is not a single stone in this band. Some points added because I’m pretty sure they rolled quite a few

U2: 0/10. Despite what the name says, I am not a member of this band

Metallica: 9/10. Naming a metal band “Metallica” is like naming your dog “doggy”

Red Hot Chili Peppers: 2/10. These guys are not chili peppers. They’re not even that hot, let alone red hot

Guns N’ Roses: 0/10. How the fuck could a gun or a flower play music

Backstreet Boys: ?/10. Depends entirely on their current given location

Simon and Garfunkel: 10/10. No notes

The Doors: 1/10. Jim Morrison is kinda shaped like a door tho

Chicago: 4/10. The number of people in this band does not come even remotely close to the population of Chicago. Points added because it originated in Chicago

Earth, wind, and fire: 2/10. This is even more innacurate than Chicago. Points added because wind instruments were often used

Def Leppard: 3/10. There is not a single leopard in this band. Some of the members are probably kinda deaf by now tho

The Beach Boys: ?/10. Accuracy depends entirely on location

The Black Eyed Peas: 6/10. Not sure what the hell an ‘eyed pea’ is but the black part is pretty accurate

Imagine Dragons: ?/10. Depends entirely on whether or not they’re thinking about dragons.

Cage the Elephant: 1/10. Why would you do that. Let the elephant go

Green Day: 0/10. They’re not even green

The Police: 0/10. There is not a single cop in this band

KISS: 5/10. I’m sure they probably kissed sometimes

The Monkees: 0/10. Are you fucking kidding me

We Butter the Bread with Butter: 8/10. I can’t verify this but I have no reason to suspect that they’d lie. Butter seems like the most logical thing to butter bread with

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: 0/10. I got really excited about the concept of a lizard wizard only to be let down. My disappointment is immeasurable

They Might Be Giants: 5/10. I googled everyone in this band’s height, the tallest guy’s only 6’1 so I wouldn’t exactly consider him a giant. Then again, I can’t really argue because the claim was only that they MIGHT be giants

The Presidents of the United States of America: 2/10. None of these people are Joe Biden nor are any of them former presidents. This is incredibly misleading. I’m pretty sure “Lump” was written about my first girlfriend tho so I’ll give them a point or two

Gorillaz: 2/10 Not quite but we’re kinda close genetically so I’ll give them partial credit

The Killers: ?/10. I have no way of verifying if they’ve actually killed before but the fact that they’re not in prison tells me probably not

The Offspring: 10/10. These guys are definitely somebody’s offspring

Arctic Monkeys: 1/10. They are neither monkeys nor are they from the arctic

Thirty Seconds to Mars: 1/10. It takes WAY longer to get to mars than that

Beastie Boys: 8/10. They’re pretty beast on the guitar

Jimmy Eat World: 1/10. Slow the fuck down Jimmy, you’re biting off way more than you can chew

Hole: 9/10. One point deducted because I’m pretty sure they had more than one hole

Rage Against the Machine: 10/10. They did exactly that

Alice In Chains: 0/10. This is illegal. Let Alice go

The Band: 10/10. This could not possibly be more accurate

Nine Inch Nails: 1/10. I can’t find any good pictures of their feet but from what I can tell their fingernails definitely aren’t nine inches long

Bush: ?/10. Not quite sure about this one, felt uncomfortable asking

The Who: 2/10. I’m not dealing with this “Who’s On First” bullshit

Radiohead: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a radio for a head

Queens of the Stone Age: 0/10. This band should be called “five random dudes from the modern era” but FRDFTMA is a bit of a mouthful

Soundgarden: 2/10. Sound does not grow in the garden

Sonic Youth: 5/10. They’re not exactly youth anymore but the sonic part checks out

Talking heads: 8/10. There’s more to the band than just a bunch of disembodied heads but the heads do tend to talk

The Cranberries: 0/10. Decent music but I only added them so that the Beatles and Freddie Mercury weren’t the only fruits on this list

The Wiggles: 8/10. They do tend to wiggle a lot

Blue Man Group: 10/10. Yep!

Weezer: 5/10. They all look like they definitely have asthma

Limp Bizkit: 3/10. While the visual image of baked goods playing the guitar is hilarious, Fred durst is not a biscuit. Points added because he probably has erectile dysfunction

Stone Temple Pilots: 0/10. None of these people are accredited as being licensed to pilot anything, much less an entire stone temple. Stone temples don’t need pilots anyways

Wasted Youth: 8/10. I guess it really kinda depends on how you frame it but yeah, they probably wasted a lot of it

Them Crooked Vultures: 3/10. These are people and not birds but Dave Grohl’s posture is kinda bad and John Paul Jones is so old that his neck kinda looks like a vulture’s so I added some points

Audioslave: 0/10. Slavery is illegal

Traveling Wilburys: 4/10. Sure, they traveled a lot but not a single one of those lying bastards was named Wilbury

D12: 6/12. There were only 6 people in this band

NWA: 10/10. I’m a little too white to safely comment on this one but I’d say they nailed it

Jet: 1/10. A real jet would be way too loud

Goldfinger: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a finger made out of gold

No Doubt: ?/10. I can’t really be too sure how Gwen Stefani felt but I think it’s probably a safe assumption that she had some doubts

The White Stripes: 3/10. I bet if you stripped them down naked and made them stand shoulder to shoulder and squinted really hard they’d probably look more like white stripes

Screaming trees: 3/10. They scream occasionally

Garbage: 2/10. I think they’re being a little harsh on themselves, their music isn’t THAT bad

Butthole Surfers: 5/10. Not even gonna touch this one

Megadeth: 3/10. To be fair, some of the former members are dead but only a little amount of death, not mega death

Dead Kennedys: 2/10. Last I checked Kennedy was still dead but neither he nor his clones are members of this band

Cake: 0/10. The cake is a lie

Cracker: 8/10. Most of them are

Tool: 7/10. I don’t know much about their music but they sure look like tools

Counting Crows: ?/10. Is this what emo kids do instead of counting sheep? Accuracy depends on whatever bird they happen to be counting at the moment

Dave Matthews Band: 10/10. It certainly is

Oasis: 1/10. Their music is the opposite of an oasis

Blur: 2/10. They are not that fast

Barenaked Ladies: 0/10. If I wanted to be this disappointed I’d reestablish a connection with my biological father instead

Meat Puppets: 10/10. Technically, aren’t we all?

Live: 8/10. Apparently they still do live shows but I deducted some points because I’ve only ever heard their music on Spotify

ABBA: 9/10. I’m still not giving any points to Guns N’ Roses but that’s mostly out of spite

5 Finger Death Punch: 8/10 I guess it probably depends on how hard you hit them but this seems to be the usual amount of fingers to punch somebody with

All American Rejects: 9/10. They’re all rejects from America so I don’t really see any issue with this

T. Rex: 0/10. Even if any of these people WAS a T. Rex I don’t think their arms would be long enough to play their instruments

Free: 0/10. Unless you steal their music, in which case it becomes a 10/10

The Strokes: 3/10. To my knowledge, none of them have had a stroke but I still added a few points because the name was probably accurate for other reasons

The Smashing Pumpkins ?/10. Another thing I have no way of verifying but this seems like a waste of perfectly good pumpkins

Therapy?: ?/10. The hell are they asking me for? I don’t know their medical history

Twenty One Pilots. 0/10. There’s only two of them and neither is a licensed pilot

Finger Eleven: 0/10. Leave the poor Stranger Things girl out of this

Fall Out Boy: 9/10. I conferred with an expert on this one who confirmed that they are in fact boys who had a falling out

Cream: 8/10. Considering this was the OG supergroup I’m sure a lot of people did in fact cream when their music came out

Edit: humans aren’t fucking monkeys. Stop saying we are

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Apparently with all the writing stuff i just reblogged, i need to go work on my fanfics. I will explain in tags what each one is.

Also if you reblog/comment/like, i will give a small part of the fic