#thetrickster

[zen-zen-v]

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[escadaman]

Peace: Peace and love Mr. Mark Hamill as the Trickster in The Flash❗️

[stellawembley]

The live streaming I did yesterday will be uploaded today(edited version). Unedited version will be available for members on the Channel. Don't miss it!

[supernaturalopinionspodcast]

“Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time” This podcast is back from the near-death caused by the WGA/SAG-AFTRA strike to talk about an episode of Supernatural where Dean just cannot stop dying. KJ, Meredith, Jenn, and Chi gathered to talk about Mystery Spot. We take a quick minute to talk about a writer who didn’t write this episode and wasn’t credited at all in any way with it. Then we have to make a tough decision about what this means for the Death Count segment. We also discuss in depth in-universe explanations for the suspicious lack of Florida content in Supernatural. KJ also campaigns hard for maple syrup as the ultimate breakfast condiment. CW Episode Description: Sam and Dean investigate the disappearance of a man who went missing at a tourist location. While searching the site, Dean is shot and killed by the owner. Sam is devastated but stunned when he wakes up the next morning to find Dean alive and well. As the day unfolds, Sam realizes he is re-living the previous day and tries to prevent Dean's death, but to no avail. Dean dies again and Sam must learn to live life without his brother by his side. Linktree including sign up sheet to be on the podcast and our Discord server: https://linktr.ee/SupernaturalOpinionsPodcast For more KJ Spn-verse content check out KJ’s other podcast Wayward Parents! Guest social medias: Meredith (tiktok, instagram and Tumblr): shaedsofdeianeira Jenn: rupertgayes on all platforms! Chi: Quwarichi on all the places The Best Years of Our Lives, My Ass on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1023484

[intertexts]

if i talk about some ofthe um. undertones in prime defenders r u guys gonna kill me.

[hearthstonehallhq]

Posição: Nobreza, Conde. Clever, isn’t he? To a fault. A personagem adora um quebra-cabeça, um enigma, um jogo, e não gosta tanto de si mesmo a ponto de não poder rir da piada alheia. Mas sob a fachada jovial está uma alma ciumenta, gananciosa, calculista e curiosa, e sempre querendo mais: mais diversão, mais risadas, mais atenção, mais amor. Ele foi domado, uma vez mas nem todas as histórias de amor nascem para durarem para sempre. The Trickster retorna com uma fome renovada e um novo conjunto de ideias. What will he find when he leaps from his carriage?

DARK PAST Uma vez fez uma brincadeira (uma aposta, um desafio, algo a ver com pólvora, etc) dar errado, e ele carrega a marca disso em seu corpo. Na sua candidatura inscrição, conte-nos qual era o jogo – e onde está a marca. CONNECTIONS · Em Cambridge, the Trickster encontrou um par em inteligência e título. Infelizmente, os dois não estavam destinados à amizade. Após a formatura, ele saiu não apenas com um diploma - mas um rival em the Fighter. · Na temporada passada, the Trickster se divertiu com muitas mulheres, mas poucas – digamos, apenas uma, sua ex-esposa – foram capazes de se comparar com the Bluestocking. Eles tiveram um tórrido caso de amor e literatura, que terminou abruptamente com o noivado dele.

SUA EXCELÊNCIA ESTÁ CORDIALMENTE CONVIDADO A EXPERIMENTAR ESSE PAPEL!

[trashyswitch]

[GAME OVER]

Bonnie, Freddy and Monty are playing arcade games in the Fazcade. They all gang up on Monty, who's trying to play a first-person shooting zombie game. Hilarity quickly ensues.

I'm uploading this now, because I think AO3 is going to be shut down temporarily for maintenance issues. So, I want to get a fanfic out before it shuts down for roughly the day tomorrow.

This fanfic was suggested by @ourloadstar (TheTrickster) on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy!

Freddy, Bonnie and Monty were playing games in the Fazcade, trying to get the high scores in the different arcade games. Freddy was playing Pac-Man on one arcade machine, while Bonnie was ‘driving around’ in a racing game. Monty was playing a shooting game, and shooting almost every cartoon zombie in the game. 

Bonnie groaned as he got 4th place, not even close to first place. It was better than his 8th and 6th place, but it still wasn’t good enough. So, Bonnie decided to take a small break and get out of the racing chair. 

Bonnie walked up to Freddy, and watched him collect dots with the Pac-Man character. Pac-Man was an old, but beloved game for almost 70 years. It was a simple game, but still exciting in its own way. Every ghost had its own pattern of trying to get you. And you have to find ways to get away from each and every ghost. 

“Come on…Almost there.” Freddy said, collecting the dots on the left, bottom side of the maze. He moved the joystick left and right, up and down so he could make Pac-Man change directions. 

He was nearly there. He had a couple more lines of dotted maze halls. But he could see the red ghost, Blinky, getting closer and closer to Pac-Man. His choices were to slide away from the dots and delay his win, or risk getting caught while collecting all the dots. Both had a small chance of winning. But they both had a chance of losing too. 

He decided to stay in the small area, and collect the rest of the dots. He turned left, collected the dots. Turned up, collected the dots. Turned back down, collected the dots. Turned right, collected the dots. He turned left, and collected the-

OH GOD WHERE DID INKY COME FROM?! 

He tried to get away, but Inky was too fast. He caught up to Pac-Man, and touched him. The classic sound effect and animation of Pac-Man dying started to play as Freddy groaned. Alas, the blue ghost had finally got him in his last life, and Freddy had no choice but to quit the game. Why? Well, because he was out of coins. But, Freddy was also proud of himself. He had gotten to Map 3 before Pac-Man had finally died. 

Freddy turned around and looked at Bonnie with a smile. “Hello, Bonnie. What would you like to do now?” Freddy greeted. 

“I think I want to see what Monty is playing.” Bonnie admitted. 

“Alright. I think he’s playing that zombie game over there.” Freddy told him. 

“Okay.” Bonnie started to walk up to Monty and the arcade machine, and leaned on his left hip to watch Monty. Freddy walked up as well, and watched as Monty shot down each approaching zombie with the black, fake gun. The light from the top of the gun gave him an accuracy cross, and Monty’s push of the trigger would make the gun vibrate during every successful hit. Of course, Monty couldn’t feel the vibrations of the gun. But that didn’t affect his experience in the least. 

Bonnie smiled and looked away from the gameplay, to admire Monty for a while. He was really good at this game, he had to admit. He knew how to point the gun accurately, and was really quick with his reloading skills. 

Perhaps a little too good…

Bonnie turned to look at Freddy with a small smirk, and leaned his lips over to Freddy’s right ear. He started whispering something into Freddy’s ear...something secret…something mischievous.

Freddy looked at Bonnie with a wide smile and nodded in response with a thumbs up. Freddy is in on it! Bonnie quietly shook his fists in front of himself. He was now super excited to go ahead with his little plan! 

Bonnie placed his hands on Monty’s shoulders. “The zombie on the right is closer. Go for it first.” Bonnie told him. 

“I know that. I was reloading.” Monty told him, bringing the sliding piece on the top of the gun forward again before pointing his gun at the same zombie Bonnie was talking about. 

Bonnie nodded as the right zombie was shot, and watched as Monty moved the gun to the zombie in the middle. He shot it, and heard the gun vibrate as a big sharp cloud of yellow showed up on the head. [HEAD SHOT] showed up on the screen, before the cloud and the text disappeared. 

Freddy pointed to the zombie crawling on the ground. “Zombie crawling at 6 o’clock.” Freddy said, using the words ‘6 o’clock’ to mean ‘on the ground’. 

Monty smiled and shot the crawling zombie right in the head. 

[HEAD SHOT] 

Bonnie widened his eyes as he saw two zombies walking up to the player. 

“Get the one on the right first.” Bonnie told him. 

“Already on it.” Monty replied. 

Monty pointed the red cross towards the right zombie’s head, and clicked the trigger. It successfully landed on the zombie’s head, knocking the zombie right onto its back. It disappeared and the words [HEAD SHOT] appeared on the screen again. 

Then, Bonnie grabbed Monty’s sides. “Get the-” 

“GaaAAAH!” Monty yelped, pulling his elbows towards his own sides, and holding the gun close to himself in the process. “Hey! Hands off while I’m focusing!” Monty ordered, before pointing the gun at the screen again. 

“But why?” Bonnie asked, poking both of his sides. 

“StaAAHAP!” Monty tried to elbow Bonnie in the chest, but completely missed. He went back to pointing the gun at the screen, and barely managed to kill the zombie on the left. It had gotten so close to injuring him. Monty growled and turned to Bonnie. “Leave me alone! Watch if you want, but NO TOUCHING!” Monty ordered. 

“Awww, is someone a little bit ticklish?” Freddy asked. 

Monty looked at Freddy with a glare. “Don’t you dare.” Monty warned. 

Freddy chuckled and stepped back. But when Monty turned back to the screen and got into the zone again, Freddy snuck his hands into Monty’s open armpits. 

“GotchaaAAAA! HEHEHEHehehehey!” Monty threw his head back and laughed loudly. 

“Uh oh! Your character’s taking damage!” Freddy reacted. 

“Might wanna focus on shooting those zombies, Monty~” Bonnie added before tickling his rib region. 

He took a moment and attempted to focus his body on the screen, but the tickles were just too distracting. He finally closed his eyes, lowered the gun and shook his head. “Yohohohou guhuys suhuhuhuhuck!” Monty yelled at them. 

“You’re gonna die, Monty!” Freddy teased. “Might wanna try to save yourself before it’s too late.” Freddy told him. 

“Ihihihihi cahahahan’t! Yohou’re distracting mehehe!” He told him. 

“Oh- OH- And you’re dead.” Bonnie said, pointing to the game. 

Monty opened his eyes long enough to see the red screen and the big [GAME OVER] text in the middle of the screen. “GAME. OVER.” The deep voice on the arcade machine said. 

“Ihihi juhust wahahanted to plahahay gahahames!” Monty told him as he dropped the fake gun. 

“But we ARE playing a game! It’s called ‘Tickle Monty Till He Screams’.” Freddy told him. 

“Yeah! And level one was called ‘Giggles Galore’!” Bonnie added as he skittered his fingers on Monty’s neck. 

Monty leaned his head back and giggled like a little kid. “Eheheheheheheeee! Ehehehehe nohohohohoho!” Monty reacted. 

And ironically enough, he kinda sounded like a little kid too. 

“And now Level 2 is called ‘Laffy Taffy’!” Freddy declared as he started tickling Monty’s armpits again. 

“WAHAHAHAIT, NOHOHOHOHohohoho!” Monty laughed loudly. In the middle of his laughing fit, Monty lost his balance and fell backwards right onto his tail. He squeezed his arms close to his chest so the hands would stop tickling him. But of course, this didn’t stop anything. Freddy was still able to tickle Monty’s armpits with little issue. 

“Look at this ticklish lizard!” Bonnie teased, intentionally making fun of him. 

“IHIHI’M AN AHAHALLIGAHAHATOR!” Monty yelled at them. 

“No, you’re a crocodile! Everybody knows that!” Bonnie teased. 

“Yeah! Duh!” Freddy added. 

Despite every instinct that was going through the alligator, Monty brought his hands in front of him and started tickling Bonnie. “TAHAHAKE THAT! AND THAHAHAT!” Monty told him, skittering his fingers all over Bonnie’s lavender-colored belly. 

“Wahait, whahahaHAHAHAHAT!?” Bonnie yelled as his back was pulled into Monty’s chest. 

“Yeheheah! Cahahan’t tahake what you dihihish ohout?” Monty asked, feeling the tickles on his armpits lessen with every second. 

Bonnie started pushing himself up as he tried and failed to get away from Monty’s ticklish fingers. “LEHEHEHEAVE MEHEHE ALOHOHOHONE!” Monty shouted. “HAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Yohou’re soho MEHEHEAN! MEHEHEHEHEHEAN!” Bonnie yelled. 

“Oh please…and I’m supposed to take offense to that?” Monty asked him. 

“Yehehehehesss!” Bonnie replied. 

Then almost out of nowhere, Monty stopped tickling him. Bonnie stopped laughing right away, and looked at Monty with confusion. Why did he stop? 

“Freddy~” Monty warned with a smirk. 

Freddy froze in his tracks, before looking over his shoulder at Monty. He was currently a good 10 feet away from him, trying to get away as quietly, but quickly as he could. 

“Don’t think you’re getting away without any tickles.” Monty warned. 

Freddy looked at Monty eye to eye…and then took off running. Monty dropped Bonnie onto the ground and took off after Freddy. Bonnie’s body smashed onto the ground in a collective clang of metal, while Monty and Freddy’s loud stomping filled the pizzaplex. 

But the stomping only lasted for about 5 minutes…

CLANG! CLA-CLANG! 

And…

“WAHAIT- BAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! *snort* LEHEHEHEAVE MEHEHE ALOHOHONE!” 

“I warned you, Freddy. You shouldn’t have run away. If you had just sat still, then I would go much easier on you.” 

Bonnie lifted himself up, and listened to the laughter and teases. 

“YOHOHOHOU EHEXPECTED ME TO REHEHEAD YOHOHOUR MIHIHIND?!” 

“Well no…But I assumed you’d know better than that by now.” 

Bonnie slowly walked himself up to the commotion, and smiled when he saw Freddy being tickled mercilessly by Monty. 

“YOHOHOU AHAHAHARE EHEHEHEVIHIHIL!” Freddy yelled. 

“Look who’s the ‘Laffy Taffy’ now?” Monty teased. 

“IHIHIT WAHAS A JOHOHOKE!” Freddy told him. 

“Using tickling as a way to distract me from an arcade game about a zombie apocalypse…is your version of a joke?” Monty asked. 

“NOHOHohoho! Ihihi meheheant the gahahame tihihitle.” Freddy replied. 

“Oooooh! So the ‘Tickle Monty till he Screams’ game title? And the different levels?” Monty asked. 

“Yeheheheah!” Freddy replied. 

“Alright, alright. How about I bring you up to Level 3: ‘Snortin’ Susie’!” Monty decided, skittering up to Freddy’s ribcage region. 

Freddy bursted out in a fit of higher laughter, with a mixture of snorts in between. “BAHAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHAhahahahaHAHA! *snort* PLEHEHEHEHE- *snort* IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!” Freddy begged. 

“Looks like I hit the jackpot!” Monty reacted. 

Monty remained on the rib region for a good 3 minutes, before moving onto his armpits next. “Alright. And now Level 4: ‘Snort, cackle and squawk’!” Monty declared. 

Freddy threw his head back and cackled like the world was about to end. He snorted a lot more, and grew quite a bit more wiggly. “ICAN’T! IHIHIHIHIHIHI- *snort* BOHOHOHON- *snort* BOHOHOHONNIHIHIHIE! HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” Freddy kept laughing. 

“What? I’m right here!” Bonnie replied, standing beside him. 

“HEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” Freddy begged, not even able to finish the word ‘Please’. 

Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll help.” Bonnie wrapped his arms around Monty’s waist and lifted him up like a man would pick up his girlfriend. “Up in the air, you go!” Bonnie teased. 

Monty squeaked as he was lifted a couple feet in the air, and raised up. “Whoa whoa whOA WHOA! DUDE! PUT ME DOWN!” Monty shouted. 

Bonnie laughed and lowered him down slightly. But with his arms still around Monty, Bonnie spun him around in circles similar to what he would do to a toddler. “Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear!” Bonnie said cheerfully. 

He stopped spinning him, placed Monty’s feet flat onto the ground again and started tickling up his rib region. “One step, two steps-” Bonnie shoved his hand into Monty’s armpit. “And tickly under there!” Bonnie teased. 

Monty opened his mouth wide, and cackled right away. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! GEHET YOUR HAHAHANDS OUT OF THEHEHEHERE!” Monty yelled. 

“Why? Because they’re too tickwish?” Bonnie teased in a small baby voice. 

Freddy raised an eyebrow with a growing smirk on his face. “Now now, let’s not bring the baby from zero, to level 4 so quickly.” Freddy said, squeezing Bonnie’s hip. 

Bonnie gasped and let go of Monty so he could cover up his hips. “NoOO! Stahahap thahat!” Bonnie giggled. 

“Nah. I’d rather keep tickling you.” Freddy told him. “Plus: I haven’t had a chance to tickle you yet.” Freddy added. 

And despite all of Bonnie’s protests…the bunny ended up getting tickled for a while longer by the bear, and eventually by the alligator as well. 

Brotherhood! A curse, and a blessing. A frenemy sibling relationship, if you will. 

[sketchstriker]

#THETRICKSTER: ❝ FIGHT FOR YOUR HAPPINESS AGAIN. ❞

Judd. 30+. He/Him. PST. Gamer, Artist, Writer, Roleplayer, DND Player, Nerd, Reader, Paralegal, & Deaf Content Creator.

Hello there! I'm a personal blog mix of studyblr, artblr, gamer blogging, dungeon and dragons commentary, writeblr, bookblr, and many more! I aim to get my BS degree in Legal Studies and get some of my life in order after a long road of emotional recovery. I am getting most of my life back on track with being genuine with myself and with others. I'm also pretty big on horror, fantasy, anime, and so on! I am also working on my original creation, Viss Universe, with my co-creator.

Feel free to hit me up or chill!

[skarsguts]

my design for the dbd contest ‘22. (@uhpuffy is me/twitter).

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JACKPOT

[athenadietzel]

I HAVE SEEN GOD.

[sunshine-frost]

It was a completely valid question and one Elena had asked herself more than once. Thinking back on the day she met Stefan and all that had followed made her want to laugh, cry, smile, and wince all at the same time. She'd trusted the wrong people and her life used to move a million miles a minute. Beacon Hills, she was hoping, wasn't going to be like that. "Well, human turned vampire turned human and so on and so forth. I think somehow I've become a danger magnet," she said with a chuckle. //@thetrickster-gabriel

The male couldn't help himself. He genuinely laughed at her words. She was so human. Every movement she made, every word she spoke was laced with humanity. It was almost sickening. "It seems you're as naive as you look then, Darling." He observed, coming to a stop in front of her again as he dropped his hand to his side. "What kind of human allows vampires into their home and pokes buttons that should not be pushed?"

[lusttoke]

@axmemento​

“Well well well.. look who we have here! Greediness in a form of flesh and bones.” Didn’t bother to hide the mockery in his voice. The lord of demons never actually met him once before but they probably heard of each. It’s funny finding him here in a random humans bar. But ain’t that interesting? 

“We missed you in hell <3″ 

[yoitsgb]

!rock au!

[artlollijpop]

#dbd #deadbydaylight #thetrickster #dbdtrickster #deadbydaylighttricktster #jiwoonhak #jiwoon #fanart https://www.instagram.com/p/CWTYzZTtahH/?utm_medium=tumblr

[trashyswitch]

Why are some of your tickle memes are so true like 😭

-TheTrickster

…Because I’ve experienced them before?? I guess? I don’t know.