#spud cannon

[spilladabalia]

Spud Cannon - Thrum A Dum

[teenbiology]

runaway strays - spud cannon (2018)

[cryptidghostgirl]

Lovely (Lucifer x Reader)

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Description: Lucifer had heard rumor of the demon with the ability to alter people's memories. Y/n was a marvel and he had her wrapped right around his pinky.

Warnings: Same angst, new target.

Word Count: 1,631

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A/N This fic is inspired by Spud Cannon's song Lovely. Also don't mind me and my silly little Latin obsessed brain (Lucifer translates to light bringer and is a combination of the latin verb ferre, to bring, and lux, light. I fuck around with that in this.)

That was what had drawn her to him first: the elegance. Lucifer was a graceful man, a beautiful man, a terribly sad person. In retrospect, that should have been Y/n's sign to take a step back but, it is always so difficult to find the right path in the moment. He had seemed so utterly heartbroken, because, as she now knew, he was so utterly heartbroken, and Y/n had thought: maybe I can help?

Her motivations had just been that at first, helping. It wasn't her fault that he was charming and funny and did things that made her want to be more than friends with him with such alarming regularity that it felt like her life was the worst rollercoaster at an amusement park. The one with eight billion sharp turns and uncomfortable seats that left rider's tailbones bruised. It was almost too much to bear.

Lucifer had heard rumors of the demon who had been gifted with the ability to alter people's memories. It had never been gossip that had interested him much until Lilith had left. Suddenly, his mind had felt like a curse. In the throws of despair, he had looked for her, hunted her down. It hadn't take long, he was Lucifer after all. When he was the one asking the questions, few dared to defy.

The shop was a hole in the wall, drenched in the smell of incense and covered in crystals and other odd objects of curiosity. Lucifer could've sworn he recognized the imp horns on the wall but, ignored it. He was there for a reason and asking questions like that were not the path to his end goal.

The demon herself, the famed mystery, was statuesque. She had sat her table in the back of the shop, draped in jewelry made of bones and gold. She had gifted him the first session free of charge.

In order to keep the pain at bay, Lucifer had been required to come to her shop at least once a month. Y/n was a comfort to him, he associated her with the feeling of relief. The two became fast friends.

"Light bringer." she would beckon him in with a smile, "Still counting those forget-me-nots?"

She spoke to him in Latin, in his first eternal language. She weaved images in the air with the smoke from her fires. She was amazing, a miracle worker. Lucifer was grateful for her, for her skill.

Y/n knew the truth behind it. She tried to ignore it, tried to still her raging heart. She knew it was doomed, had seen with her own eyes the way he was still so in love with someone else. Still, when he had asked her on that first date, a year into them knowing one another, she hadn't been able to bring herself to refuse. He had been so sweet, so earnest, so cheesy. He had asked her to be his and she had told him the truth: she already was.

It was a constant state of denial, one big, overwhelming lie she convinced herself was true. In the beginning, Lucifer had been a doting partner. He surprised her with flowers, he always tried to make her smile. It had all stopped the day she had told him she couldn't use her gift on him anymore.

"Why not?" he has asked, alarmed.

"Because, Ferende Lucem (man bringing light), it's not healthy. I can't make things go away forever, just hide them. You still need to deal with them eventually."

Y/n had thought it was time, had figured that two years of dating and three years of knowing one another would be enough. She had been wrong. Lucifer had ceased in his affections in all but name. No longer was she whisked away to the palace, no longer did she wake to one of his creations on her bedside table.

After about a month, she had decided to take things into her own hands. She refused to recede into the gaps he was creating, refused to just let this all go. Y/n loved him, truly. She wouldn't let the love die without a fight.

The palace guards knew her well, had let her in without question. After some searching, Y/n had found Lucifer locked away in his office. The place smelled of despair. He didn't turn from his empty desk at the sound of the door opening.

"Light Bringer." Y/n hummed softly, rapping a knuckle on the already open door, "Counting your forget-me-not's?"

She hadn't asked him that in years, not since before they had gotten together. He lifted his head from his hands, looking over his shoulder just the slightest bit.

"Malefica (witch)." he replied, his voice low and hollow.

Y/n smiled softly at the pet name and entered the room, letting the door stand open in her wake. She approached him, wrapping her arms around his tired shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"Please." Lucifer's voice cracked, "Please take them from me. It's too much, they're too heavy."

Y/n didn't reply, simply nestling her chin into his hair.

"Y/n, please."

"You know I can't do that." she sighed, "It's not healthy."

"This is what is not healthy."

Y/n let go of him and turned his chair so they faced one another. She kneeled down on the ground before him, clasping his hands in her own. His eyes were ringed with red. In that moment, they weren't a fallen angel and a demon, they were just two people. Two people in love and two people housing broken hearts they lied to themselves to stitch back together.

"Lucifer." her eyes searched his face.

It was rare she called him by his true name. The gravity of the moment clung to their skin.

"Lucifer, what am I to you?"

He looked away. Y/n sighed, her heart cracking straight down the middle within the confines of her chest.

"Can I..." she cleared her throat, steeling her nerves, "Am I ever going to be what you're looking for?"

Lucifer's eyes snapped back to Y/n.

"You are what I'm looking for." he insisted, taking his trembling hands from hers and cupping them gently around her face, "You, Y/n, are my sweet little magician, my salve."

"My magic is, you mean."

Lucifer had always been a terrible liar. It was one of the things Y/n loved about him, the way the truth bubbled to the surface of his being. Right now, she wished he could be the best liar on the planet, the best in all of Hell. Right now, she wished she could've been born blind.

Y/n got to her feet, Lucifer's hands hanging in the air where they had held her last. There was no more running, no more hiding from the truth. This was the precipice, the breaking point, the fall.

"You're my salve." he repeated again, his voice soft and sounding like he was trying to convince himself of the fact as much as he was trying to get through to her.

"Don't lie to me." Y/n demanded, tears pressing behind her eyes, "Don't. Just... just don't."

Oh how she wished she could turn back time, set the clocks to zero.

"You never loved me, did you?"

The question hung unanswered in the air. Y/n had known it for a long time, had known it since the beginning to be perfectly honest but saying it out loud made it all the more real. She was dazed, spinning, out of control.

"You don't love me."

"I wish I could. I'm..."

Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and holding back tears. She looked away.

"I'm sorry."

"I'll see myself out, I guess."

She hoped he'd call out for her, run after her into the hallway, ask if they could try again could start over. Of course Lucifer did no such thing.

For all the things she had helped her clients forget over the years, Y/n understood them even more now than she ever had before. It was complicated. Now she was going to have to reshape her life. If she ever saw him in the street, it would be her duty to pretend she didn't know him. The memories spawned the terror of potential futures, dreams where things worked out, where everything was okay. They sent her mind reeling.

She had known, all along she had feared the worst and feared confirmation of her knowledge. That was the worst part, it hadn't even been a surprise. It had simply been just that, a confirmation of the truth.

The world caved in around her as she walked home, houses and shops and people all blurring together into something undistinguished and undefinable.

Lovely, that's what he was. In all his misfortune, in all his despair, in all his grace. Lovely but oh god, oh god he didn't love her. Not the way she wanted him to. Not the way she loved him.

Y/n pulled the curtains shut to her little shop, moving methodically and without thought. She sat down at the table in the back, before the pot of incense. She lit it.

Not once in all her years had she ever tried to do use her magic on herself. It seemed like a line in the sand, something utterly forbidden. Y/n shut her eyes.

When she reopened them, the world felt different. Time had passed, she could tell it had but her mind refused to give shape to the years.

"So this is what it must feel like." she mumbled aloud, noticing the remnants of her ritual spread out on the table before her, "I wonder what happened."

[calciumdeficientt]

official declaration of insanity. the community brainworms have eaten what’s left of my festering, rotten mind so there’s only one solution…..

BULLWORTH PAINTBALL HCS

allow me to set the scene: It’s early morning, the sun rises high over the Bullworth Academy campus. But no birds sing, no nerds have their books slapped out of their hands. The halls are silent, pensive, and covered in paint…. Waiting for a lucky winner... A victor that will receive a pass on every single class for the whole semester. Where do each clique find themselves?

PREPS

Holed up and hiding, they wouldn’t dare to step outside of Harrington house for fear of getting low-quality synthetic paint on their clothes. They keep to the higher levels of Harrington house and avoid the bottom floors like the plague. They hole up on the second or third floors, anticipating barrage attacks on the bottom floors. The balconies surrounding the greenhouse are outfitted with high quality paintball guns and are transformed into sniper towers, any unsuspecting passersby should duck and cover, although their aim is mostly to eradicate all of the greasers, they will shoot on sight. And they are well trained.

BULLIES

Ground fighters, unorganised and violent. They move in loose packs and work to disorient and isolate other students. Then they swoop in and kill them off. It seems to work moderately well until people start using the tactic on them. Loss of some smaller members force them to adopt gorilla tactics. Yes you read that right, GOrilla, not GEURilla. Their gorilla is, of course, Russell. They send him in first, brandishing a portrait of a Bullworth founder, a trash can lid or a desk as a shield and lets him clear the area for a barrage. Safe to say their disorganisation isn’t a winning strategy.

NERDS

Oh they’ve been REEEADY for this for a long long time. They’re well equipped. They have all their gear and SOME idea. They keep strapped constantly, have scout groups and keep watch over the observatory, their spud gun now an automated paint cannon, and their artillery expanded with paint grenades designed by Bucky. Earnest is back in his little apocalypse outfit, they’re acting like they’re in 28 days later, or more appropriately based on how stupidly they first acted when the war broke loose, Shaun of The Dead. They’re quick to die if they get separated but as a group they make a mean, if slightly fragile militia.

JOCKS

Pack animals. Moreso than the Bullies. They stay together as one big clump for as long as possible, they’re team players, and washing each others balls in the locker room pays off. They survive as a unit longer than any other cliques and only fall to infighting when the fighting dies down and they get to talking as they sleep in shifts on the gym floor. Talks of which team is going to win the superbowl lead to arguments, and then to all of the Jocks’ muscle out of the game and absolutely covered in paint. The weaker ones survive as long as they can by looting Nerds but eventually succumb to the power of the Preps’ snipers.

GREASERS

Surrounded on all fronts, the greasers already don’t have the best chance of surviving. The best they can do is hold down the fort in the auto shop and try to scope out when it’s safe to venture out. The answer, they find out pretty quickly, is never. Vance is sent out early as a negotiator, and some very nice eye candy for the weaker preps. He’s taken out in a flurry of paintballs almost as soon as he steps out of the auto shop. Johnny and Lola are the next to go when an argument reaches its conclusion in a hail of paint bullets, a grieving peanut takes himself out to join them. They fall victim to a Jock raid and get taken out for good.

NON CLIQUES

Dazed, confused and basically begging for their lives they try and group up with other cliques only to get rejected, or worse, shot. Constantinos is one of the first to go, his constant whining that he should be leader makes Ivan shoot him. There’s no real hierarchy, and no solid base for them. They’re looters, nomads and cannon fodder.

PREFECTS

You can’t stop these boys from having fun! Not only are they playing, they’re Crabblesnitch’s eyes on the inside. Posted around the school as a sort of armed police, designed to win the game and keep the peace if things get dicey. Their bloodlust ultimately loses them the game, they have too much fun too early so when things get serious, they’re off their A-game and get bested by Jimmy and his bag of tricks.

JIMMY AND THOSE BOYS

Gary probably presented the idea to Crabblesnitch, and is still the most unprepared. He hides in his dorm for a good while, until he knows there’s few survivors, then he goes out guns blazing, Rambo style and likely gets taken out. Safe to say he’s not a great shot. Petey is bait, good bait. He’s an agile little guy, so he can dart out of harms way until the end, when he valiantly takes a bullet for Jimmy so he can win and end the chaos. Jimmy, in classic protag style, stops the game at its source by taking out Crabblesnitch.

[regretevatorshipconfessions]

I LOVE one sided wallmark + spark (spud x mark I think thats their ship name) especially the angst value

Its cannon Mark still loves Wallter but its also cannon that Spud and Mark are friends and bond over wood and nature so what if Spud had feelings for Mark but Mark only has them for Wallter like DOUBLE THE ANGST

also in general I love both of these ships

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[fl3shc0us1n]

HEADCANNONS!

-Fleshcousin Is not a rabid animal, but not a sophisticated creature either

-THEY ARE SO FREAKING TALL, their cannon height is 5'9, my headcannon makes them FREAKING 9'3

-they will try to eat ANYTHING

-They could give themselves a mouth if they wanted, they just don't most of the time

-They only talk "normally" when they are copying someone, normally they just screech

-(if there is a [?] the friendship may or may not be one sided) Friends: Emerson, Split, Bive [?], Unpleasant [?], other Fleshcousins, DrRETRO, Lampert [?], Wallter [?], Mark [?], Infected, Pest [?], Poob, Spud [?].

-Enemies/People they don't like: MR, IKEA Employees.

-Had a really bad experience with the IKEA Employees

[may add more in the future! For now these are all of them!]/ooc

[regretevator-confessions]

stop fighting eachother because of ships. "oh but partybeetle is bad!" "wallmark is trash!!" "spive is cannon! meaning spilby is bad!" grow up. its ok to dislike stuff, you have all the rights to do so! but harassing someone and blackmailing them because of fictional characters? i mean, if its like alienbucket(spud x gnarpy) or smth like that i understand, but anything else is just ridiculous.

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[sicksucculentz]

Regretavator headcanons: Spud part 2

Sarah has seamlessly slid into the role of helping take care of Spud. Spud is now pretty much attached to her hip and they even just share a bed. In a completely platonic way Spud loves to sleep at the very foot of Sarah's bunk while Sarah herself buries herself under like 6 blankets. This not because Spud struggles to take care of himself it's just that she helps a lot with his trauma and his flashbacks. She does a great job of keeping him grounded and to chase away the nightmares. She's always there to comfort him through flashbacks. That's all she has to do, Spud can cook, drive, walk, run, whatever on his own. Spud just can't be alone with himself anymore after whats happened to him.

Yes he has been kicked off the bed on accident by Sarah a few times. The thudding of his body hitting the floor always wakes her up.

The Two Stud camp was originally created for youth recreation. Youth aged 11 to 17. The camp is still up and running even after Spud's grusom abduction. There's no hiding what happened to Spud but the staff still tries to avoid the conversation about it. The kids are often scared of Spud because of his appearance when they first arrive at the camp but they quickly grow to find him fun. He tends to join in on games or create games to keep the kids entertained. He's still quite silly, goofy, dorky but he's fun. Sometimes teens don't want to immerse in the games and would rather text or just be alone. That's ok, sometimes people just aren't in a good place and he's been a great leaning ear to these teens as well. He's just good to vent to.

He meditates. He goes through breathing exercises and just blanks his mind for about 30 minutes every other day

He's slow sitting down. He lowers one side onto his elbow then lowers to the other elbow then just plops his torso down after that with a dad groan. He relaxes his shoulders to and sighs.

Spud has taken Sarah on the elevator with him before. Of course who's the first person she meets?.....Bive. Bive scared her and Unpleasant made her cling to Spud out of discomfort.

He still has the same voice and pitch as he did before his abduction but He does have a lisp now. The shape of his mouth and the sharp teeth inside cause the lisp.

He has regular doctors appointments to check up on his status. His GP is super cool and loves talking with Spud about all sorts of things. It was difficult but Spud's GP knows about what's happened that caused Spud's appearance.

He can now move his eyes in their own independent directions. His eyes are not exactly in tune with each other and can look and move in different directions like a chameleon.

He has a nasty habit of popping his knuckles and his neck. His knuckles pop the loudest sense he uses his hands to walk and it puts strain on the joints.

He does drink, he's an adult after all. He once ended up getting so drunk at one point he couldn't walk back to the cabins without falling over so someone had to carry him. Yea he woke up grouchy and debridden with a nasty hangover. He shut the bathroom door in someone's face when they went to check on him while he was throwing up.

He likes to gamble and bet money. He's really good at cards to, his poker face is amazing. He's pretty good at limiting himself but he has blown a good amount of money in the past when he let it slip him.

Spud and Party Noob have regular contact. Spud is not a fan of Party Noob's parties and does not attend them but they do have nights where Party Noob will have a small gathering at their place to have some drinks and play some poker or board games. Split and DrRETRO are often in attendance in these gatherings. Sarah has been to a couple with Spud. The strange creatures freak her out but she became fast friends with Split and has her phone number.

He gets nasty when he's angry or gouchy. He can get grouchy pretty easily. It's cannon he has some anger issues. He doesn't exactly scream/yell, but rather gets snippy with people. There are times were he’s thrown things or hit objects. He’s swatted at people before but never more than open hands swats or nudges/shoves with his shoulders

His memory is bad. He often forgets things or people he hasn't known long.

He's mildly allergic to nuts. He gets hives and it gets a bit hard to breathe.

He loves this one game console thats a lot like a Switch. He doesn't have one of his own but one of the other staff members has one and lets him borrow it. It’s a bit shocking to know someone so sweet plays some pretty violent games. He likes the games like GTA or fighting games where he can just beat the devil out of digital people, he does play them on mute though.

Car rides cause him to fall asleep. He just zaps out after about 20 minutes. His blinking gets slower and slower until his head starts to slump and bam, he’s asleep. When he’s out, he’s OUT and drools on himself. He's always fallen asleep in cars.

[starsha-k-luna]

After seeing @bloombird humanized Burgertron they did it got me thinking & I decided to draw humanized Burgertron myself, but I’ve added my own story to it.

So basically in my story cannon Burgertron somehow gets turned into a human, probably by a device created by the Science Alliance or the Gamer Geeks (I’m kinda thinking it was both of them & they fought over it)

The rest of the Lost Bots witnessed the whole thing & quickly went to find Dave & some clothes for Burgertron (let’s just say he needs them😅)

Dave decided to look after Burgertron while he’s human & even brings him home with him (Dave couldn’t leave Burgertron at the Mall while he’s like this)

Of course the Lost Bots tag along too & both the Science Alliance & the Gamer Geeks agree to work together in order to turn Burgertron back into a Botbot.

Also even though I’ve not drawn him, Spud Muffin also saw what happened & even though he still hates Burgertron, he was still the only Botbot who defended Spud when all the other Botbots turned on him.

So Spud Muffin decided to also go with Dave & try to help, because Spud Muffin knows how Burgertron is when he’s sad/upset, he’ll go into full on denial mode & lie that he’s OK.

Burgertron is surprised to see Spud Muffin, not as surprised as the Lost Bots, but he’s happy to see him & even though he acts like he doesn’t care, Spud is the one who helps to cheer Burgertron up & get him to open up about how he feels, Dimlit also does this & quickly becomes Spud’s friend, the others also befriend him over time as well.

Back to Dave, his Mom is shock when he brings home a preteen dressed in his spare clothes he usually leaves at work, Dave explains (lies) that the boy (Burgertron) is a lost child he found at the Mall & unable to locate his parents, he had no choice but to bring him home. He even says that the police are looking into (another lie)

No caring at all & thinking this is her possible one chance to have a grandchild (don’t ask why) she just leaves them be, but insists that Dave at least tell he the boys name!

Burt, Burt Malto, that’s the name they come up with for Burgertron.

I just gave him the name Malto because it sounded like Mall & I also have been watching Transformers EarthSpark recently.

The Lost Bots give Burgertron a Teddy Bear they’d won in the Claw Machine (the same one that Kikmee won the Snake from) to cheer him up & Spud Muffin finds him believe it or not a Cheeseburger Backpack. Even after Burgertron returns to normal he still keeps both the Teddy Bear & Cheeseburger Backpack, he keeps them in the Lost & Found, because they are special to him & he also uses them as chairs now he small again (he lets everyone use them as well)

It takes a couple of weeks before the Science Alliance & the Gamer Geeks are able to turn Burgertron back into a Botbot, but when it happens Burgertron is thrilled! & so are Spud Muffin & the Lost Bots!

The rest of the Squads are surprised to see Spud Muffin with the Lost Bots, but after they explain that Spud is OK now they just leave them be, except the Hunger Hub I figure they would need some convincing before they let Spud back in their Squad.

Well that’s my Short Story based on @bloombird Humanized Burgertron Artwork

Hope you don’t mind I used it with my work.

[1super-nova5]

Me and my sister we're fighting over the difference between a head Cannon and an AU, and eventually it shifted into both of us creating a SPUD AU. (Basically where The Stanley Parable is just a school project)

Mariella didn't know what was happening during the entire school project and was just there.

Curator wasn't there during the entire week and only came on presentation day.

Stanley gave ideas.

Jim did all the work, but was sick on the presentation day.

Narrator showed the project and takes all the credit. (Also the he was only one who was able to presentate)

And Timekeeper/432 was sick all week.

[inplodinggofer616]

funny as fuck how my first experience drinking coffee was booting up fnv for the first time and making primm slim sheriff then going to home depot and buying stuff to make a potato cannon and encountering a guy who was a plumber and he was like "hey you better be spud gunnin out here cuz that connection is not up to code at all" and I went away from that encounter thinking I met plumbing jesus or something

the spud gun works best w/ propane btw. like you fill the combustion chamber using a blowtorch nozzle and don't light it, and then you spark it with your ignition source of choice. though you have to stuff the tater in there before you let er rip I could post schematics if you guys want

[pebbleswoof]

Are you still doing regretevator? If so, can we have Folly and Spud! tickle head cannons?

Ya i am! Ima do them later!!^_^

[furiousofpanda]

Little regretevator headcannons of mine or ones I agree with to some extent. Primarily I prefer how the are canonically with a few fanon things here and there that really wouldn't change much.

Pest being very interested in prototype (mechanics wise) and ends up being like a mean uncle who pushes prototypes limits

Emphoso is responsible for the Mr. Maneuveror to some extent. Mr is not alive anymore but more of an object moved by a spirit. Mr used to be a God that had legacy that overtime was forgotten but images of it still persist (as see with all the smiley face icons such as on the elevator floor, and paintings in game) Emphoso in my eyes is of a simular species of what Mr used to be pre-godhood before Mr. went into godhood, got shrinked when falling and turned to slate. Mr's spirit is not bound to the rock in particular.

Pest would actually strangle Poob if they were left alone. (I have a distate for how most pestpoob stuff is written personally)

Lampert has a large age gap between Wallter and Mark but is close friends with them, technically got "adopted" (not literally) by the two when they were married as an inside joke but they never actually treated Lampert like a child unless it was for a bit

Mark and Wallter still enjoy doing these bits after the divorce, infact it amplified them. They enjoy arguing sometimes when they are both in with the joke. Not all arguments are entertaining though and some almost can get verbally violent in a way that would entertain pest and folly.

Lampert and Kasper were friends before Kasper got infected (idfk if this is a cannon factor not but that's why I'm putting it here)

Unpleasant actually has a real body but it's on a different plane of existence and the gradient is a placeholder. Unironically Folly and Unpleasant might be able to tolerate eachother more than anyone else can tolerate them.

Infected wants to get better but feels physically/emotionlly unable to take care of himself (autism?) Also feels bad for not asking for help and tries to instead Mask it, making it worse.

Pilby and Mach have the most Aroace Platonic(?) Relationship out of the whole cast. It's more built on comfort and a general distaste for PDA, so nobody really knows what he fuck is going on between these two. As long as they r happy :)

Gnarpy has crashed so many spaceships that area 51 has run out of room to store them.

Spud is afraid of things like physical touch (after a bit of it bro explodes)

Emphoso has ties with Mach's Higher-ups

Gregoriah and Emphoso own large store chains, Gregoriah having 2 areas both ran by them (,one self automated, *cough* reddy) and only them and Emphoso hiring (selling their souls) of other employees like Emerson or that one mf on the button floor which is why they sound depressed or generally unhappy with their jobs.

Gregoriah is a workaholic (like Poob, probably to cope with something) and doest get out much

Poob is technically a demi-god (a status gifted by a trickster god) but is repressing the fact and tries to ignore it. This also means all forms of drugs or intoxication would have no effects on Poob. Despite this it does not make poob invincible, just tough.

Bive flirts with Split in her own way but Split is sort of oblivious to Bives love language for the most part. Despite this they are really good friends that have feelings for eachother but the don't act on it for the most part (I want them to kiss)

I'd write more but I'm on a break at work, I'll update this later when I can fact check som things

[spitzchi]

Spotify wrapped, 67!!

Had a feeling I could meet someone // Got me feeling like I'm never gonna get enough // Work the crowd // Slip a line but the bands too loud

I found this one via discover weekly back in June while my commute was twice as long as normal so it got a lot of play! I haven’t had a chance to check out anything else by spud cannon yet but im planning to

[summoner-of-arkas]

ETG Item Idea #12

Spud Gun: Turbulent Tubers

Not like the children's toy that shoots a bit of potato but like the cannons you see usually made of pvc pipe that shoots entire potatos. Maybe applies some sorta buttered status effect that makes enemies slip and slide. Probably a synergy with the derringer that turns it into a proper spud gun and it gets the buttered effect as well.

[grocerystoreghost]

tagged by @comeonmessmeup to list ten songs on my shuffle

1. risk by mega mango

2. a screw fell from his head by spud cannon

3. nothing matters by the last dinner party

4. pants by lemuria

5. all your kayfabe friends by los campesinos

6. saved by a waif by alvvays

7. hey brother by beulah

8. crouching bees by fight like apes

9. year of the sunhouse by little big league

10. sister cities by hop along

i am offering this up to whoever who wants to do it but @spookykestrel @b1tchcup & @cor-is-a-mess no pressure ofc lol