#admin: ping

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Meggy: You actually make a good argument.

Bob: I do some of my best work when I bullshit.

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Nimbus: Do you have an idea of who Lady Gaga is?

Queen Melody: Presumably the wife of Lord Gaga.

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Saiko: I’m a little low on cash.

Tari: How much do you have?

Saiko: Nothing.

Bob: How can you walk around with no money?

Saiko: I’m hot, I get by.

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Ping: I need somewhere to sit.

Umbra: *gestures to a chair*

Ping: *throws the chair out the window*

Umbra: *sighs, pointing to his lap*

Ping: Aww, thank you, Umbra! You’re so sweet!

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Mandy: I wanted to tell you a joke, but I only remember the punchline.

Juliano: Go ahead.

Mandy: Tooth hurty.

Juliano: When is the best time to go to the dentist.

Mandy: You should have been a clown.

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Cody: And that concludes our presentation! LC, you’re up!

Lil Coding: Alright, it's time to see if you little shits were listening.

*kahoot music begins to play*

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STH!Root: I fear no one.

Mrs. Mallory: Root, guess what? There are Beyonders here!

STH!Root, abruptly fleeing the room: I WAS NEVER HERE!!

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SMG4: Ugh, I can’t even SPEAK the name of the woman who organized that monstrosity of a PTA meeting!

SMG3: I don’t give a fuck. Her name was Susan.

SMG4: FUCKING SUSAN!

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Cody, to LC&Lily: Wow, if your dads could see you right now they’d have a heart attack.

Bowser Jr: Good idea! I’ll take a picture!

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Irene: Tulip! I think you set the oven too high!

Tulip: I'm the master of baking! Watch!

*Irene shrieks and runs away as Tulip pulls down the oven door, which spews out flames directly at her.*

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Juliano: You’ve been stalking me??

The Abyss: You call it stalking, I call it "lovingly lurking in the shadows".

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Chester: How are you still alive??

Aite: Honestly I’m just as confused as you are.

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Mario: I am not party rocking, and I am not in the house tonight.

Luigi: but are you shuffling?

Mario: ..

Mario: Every day.

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Meggy: What are you doing?

Mario: I’m holding my breath to see if I could last as long underwater as the characters in the movie.

Meggy: ..why are you watching Finding Nemo??

[incorrect-detentionaire-quotes]

If this blog posts regularly then what's your take on the serpent (Li Ping)? What headcannons do you have about him?

OK, "regularly" might be too generous (especially since I don't get normal alerts for the account). I can at least give this a shot:

Before earning his title, the boy who would become The Serpent was given a disparaging name by Cassandra while under her "care"

Li had once stumbled across the rest of the MacAdams family during a business meeting, but he was glared away by Cassandra.

Priscilla is a rescue pet that Li manages to pass off to his subordinates as an exotic capture.

As a part of MWF, he's studied genetics up to a college graduate level.

The blue streak is much more prominent than shown visually due to him selectively dying most of it and leaving the sliver.

Li first learned about his fish allergy when he had a sit-down dinner with Cassandra who immediately got him help, the one time he felt genuine sympathy from her.

[spnscripthunt-inactive]

JIB14 Haul:

Rob Benedict "Leave The Light On" CD - signed by Rob Benedict at Jus in Bello 14

Dick Jr. and the Volunteers "Fistfights and Hug-Outs" CD - signed by Richard Speight Jr. at Jus in Bello 14

The Winchesters - 'Pilot' - 4th Network Draft signed by Jensen Ackles at Creation Tour: Burbank 2024; Richard Speight Jr. and Rob Benedict at Jus in Bello 14; to be signed by Jim Beaver and Alexander Calvert at Crossroads 8.

3.15 'Time is on My Side' - Production Draft signed by Jim Beaver at Creation Tour: Burbank 2024; Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki at Jus in Bello 14; to be signed by Steven Williams at Crossroads 8.

Walker: Independence - 'Pilot Script' - Revised Network Draft - signed by Jared Padalecki at Jus in Bello 14; to be signed by Mark Sheppard at Crossroads 8.

Walker - 'Pilot Script' - signed by Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and Richard Speight Jr. at Jus in Bello 14.

Full list of raffle prizes for our fundraiser for Undue Medical Debt kicking off on April 25.

[teethands]

some people run discord servers like a fucking boot camp like my brother in christ i simply do not think its that big of a deal if someone pinged you when replying to your message especially if you are on do not disturb 24/7

[dawningwinds]

Streamed last night on the @bulbagarden twitch!

[haveyouseenthisanime-poll]

[ilhoonftw]

my toxic trait is telling parents that rely on tablet/phone to parent their kids that ~back in the day~ parents somehow made it work without distracting kids with electronics all the time....... there's something so weird in seeing kids watch those overstimulating cartoons in public places as their parent(s) do other stuff. do they pre-watch those cartoons at least???

[ask-ring-schwartz]

Blinking in clear surprise, she tilts her head slightly.

“Oh, uhm,” She purses her lips before continuing. “I suppose you could call it family business.” She adds a smile, perhaps a beat too late.

“Ah…I guess Paris is like most large, European cities. The old town is quite beautiful. I like it, but I like most places I go,” She laughs with a shrug. "Do you travel much? Or, would you like to?"

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[hi, i made an actual account for autumn & decided to change her into an oc instead of just a pseudonym. a little more freedom this way :c]

[also hello i love your little admin notes they are so cute]

He inclines his head in a nod, leaving the matter be.

"Vogel's mission does require a fair bit of travel, so yes, but we've mostly stayed in Germany until recently. I would like to travel more though, yes."

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(Hyello! I like Autumn so far, she seems interesting! :) And also thank you! I'm glad you like my little admin notes hehe 🥰)

[frudoo]

It’s always baker!reader or butcher!Simon—which is always delicious, mind you—but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen baker!Simon (correct me if I’m wrong). Fem!Reader.

Baker!Simon who decided to take his therapist’s advice to find a relaxing hobby and taught himself to bake and decorate after retiring from the military.

Baker!Simon who runs a home bakery so he can do what he loves where he loves. Where else could he blast his favorite playlists while creating tasty treats (he’s convinced that listening to Tool truly helps make the goodies taste better)?

Baker!Simon who specializes in intricate desserts—flawless layered cakes lathered in rich buttercream, perfectly piped patterns across the surface. Soft, chewy sugar cookies with royal icing that has a satisfying snap to those who can actually bear to bite into them and ruin his beautiful designs. Smooth, vibrant macarons with a gorgeous rise and creamy ganache filling.

Baker!Simon who gets his traction on Facebook. He sells his goods on Marketplace and is a member of nearly every baking group on the site—and is quite popular amongst the older ladies in the same groups.

Baker!Simon who, as amazing as his baked goods look and taste, cannot take a flattering picture of them to save his life. Because of this, he doesn’t get as much business as he’d like. Apparently, Marketplace shoppers are picky about camera quality, as if that has anything to do with talent or flavor. Even the baking groups he’s in have given him warnings in the past to take clearer photos—the admins backed off as soon as the old ladies found out they were picking on their best boy.

Food Photographer!Reader who stumbles upon one of his groups one day, seeing the potential in his treats and knowing she could help him out with his promotion photos.

Baker!Simon who cocks an eyebrow at the ping his phone alerts him of, opening Messenger to see a pretty thing with a camera in his DMs:

Sorry to bother you, but I’ve gone through your profile and I think your work is absolutely gorgeous. If you’re interested, I’m a trained photographer and I’d like to help you out with your pictures? No charge, don’t worry. Consider it a favor between two small businesses! :)

Part 2 <3

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Omg another collection of incorrect quotes

Saiko: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Lily.

Tari: You just said it again.

Saiko: ...

Saiko: I am not a role model.

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Cody: You want some leftovers?

Mario: What are those?

Cody: You've never had leftovers before?

Mario: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

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Abyssal: Can I get some bandages?

Viality: *throws a shrieking Buffer into some shelves*

Abyssal: Can I p l e a s e get some bandages?

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*Breaking The Cage*

SMG3: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court:

SMG3: Mr and Mrs Estrella, what the actual FUCK?

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Lily: I want to grow up and be like SMG3!

SMG3: That is called Acquiring Depression, hun.

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SMG4: You know, when Peach comes over, Saiko can get a little…

Meggy: Psycho?

Mario: Scary?

Tari: Drunk?

SMG4: All three.

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Lil Coding: *sighs*

Lily: You bored?

Lil Coding: Yeah.

Lily: Wanna start drama for no reason?

Lil Coding: I thought you’d never ask.

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Teacher: Your son got in a fight.

SMG4: Oh no, that’s terrible!

SMG3: Did he win?

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Umbra, admiring a sleeping Ping: You’re so cute.

Ping, sleepily: I could beat your ass.

Umbra, lovingly: I know.

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Abyssal: Time sensitive question how flirt.

Ping: Throw rocks at he.

Buffer: Hot Dogs.

Antivirus: KILL HIM.

Abyssal: Thanks, guys.

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Meggy: Did you win? Or just not die?

Meggy: Either way, hooray.

Mario: ...Is "no" a valid answer?

Meggy: The hooray is redacted and you worry me.

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Vitality: *sees Lag and CPU together*

Vitality: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Buffer: You mean... you ship them?

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SMG4, in a room with Lil Coding, SMG3, and Mario: It’s calm in here.

SMG4: It scares me…

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Luigi: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Mario way.

Boopkins: Isn't that the wrong way?

Luigi: Yes, but it's faster.

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #20

Jazz Fenton was not supposed to become an urban legend, a media conspiracy theory, or a widely feared intern with multiple Tumblr fan accounts, but alas, here they were.

At 19 years old, Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton had moved to New York on a full scholarship to Columbia University, double majoring in psychology and business, with a minor in engineering just for fun. She wore blazers older than most Columbia freshmen, carried a briefcase instead of a backpack, and maintained a 4.0 GPA while ghost-proofing her dorm room using proprietary tech she’d built in high school. On the third day of orientation, she calmly tased a literal demon that crawled out of an upper-floor window of Butler Library and continued sipping her iced matcha like it was a Tuesday. Which, unfortunately, it was.

This act caught the attention of a lot of people, including—but not limited to—an NYPD exorcist division, a priest named Father Julio, two SHIELD interns on a coffee break, and Pepper Potts, who was in the city for a Stark Industries panel on sustainable weapons of mass deterrence.

“She tased a demon,” Pepper said slowly to her assistant.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“In broad daylight.”

“Correct.”

“And then she—what did she say again?”

The assistant glanced at their notes. “‘Don’t manifest on Ivy League property, it lowers our national rank.’”

Pepper stared into the distance. “Find her. And hire her.”

Within forty-eight hours, Jazz was sitting in a glass elevator ascending Stark Tower. She hadn’t applied for anything. She hadn’t submitted a résumé. But her phone pinged during a psych lecture with a Stark Industries-branded email that simply said, “Ms. Potts would like to speak to you,” followed by a GPS pin and a non-negotiable appointment time.

Tony, predictably, was not consulted.

“What do you MEAN she’s nineteen? What do you MEAN she’s your intern? Pepper, she built a plasma cannon in your office. In two hours. Using my old espresso machine.”

“It was broken,” Jazz added politely, scrolling through quantum schematics on her StarkPad. “And under OSHA, coffee-related injuries are still injuries. You’re welcome.”

Tony pointed a wrench at her like it was a gun. “You don’t scare me, you ginger menace.”

Jazz smiled faintly. “You should be scared. You tried to patent a neural override system with an open-ended quantum key. You’re lucky I fixed it before it broadcasted the location of every Stark tech asset on Earth.”

There was a pause.

Tony turned to Pepper. “She’s you. But worse. Why is she you but worse?”

“I don’t know,” Pepper murmured. “But I think I love her.”

The rumors started on week three.

At first, it was office gossip. Just little things. Intern was too tall. Too confident. Too quiet. You don’t trust the quiet ones. And then she reverse-engineered the Arc Reactor because she was bored on lunch break, and the quiet turned into fear.

“Is she—like—a clone or something?” asked one junior developer to another over ramen in the cafeteria.

“I heard she’s Tony’s secret daughter,” the other whispered. “Raised in a lab. Trained from birth. Like that kid in Kingsman but with algebra.”

One engineer swore they saw her casually deflect a pulse grenade using a file folder. Another caught her manually rebooting the Tower AI after it shorted out during a lightning storm—something that shouldn’t have been possible unless you had admin-level clearance, which Jazz absolutely did not have. In theory.

“Pepper,” Tony said slowly one morning, watching Jazz reprogram a malfunctioning security drone while also Skyping her Columbia psych professor, “do we have a bioengineered heir you forgot to tell me about?”

“No,” Pepper said, sipping coffee. “But if I die, she gets the company.”

Tony sputtered. “Excuse me?!”

Jazz didn’t look up. “I accept.”

The media got involved during Stark Industries’ spring gala.

Jazz, dressed in a midnight blue suit that cost more than her entire tuition, arrived at Pepper’s side like a storm. She was calm, composed, stunningly competent, and intercepted two would-be saboteurs in the first thirty minutes with nothing but a suspicious stare and a champagne flute.

“She’s Pepper’s daughter,” someone tweeted.

“She’s not old enough to be her daughter.”

“She’s her clone. Pepper 2.0. She even walks like her.”

“I would let her step on me.”

By the next morning, “#StarkHeir” was trending worldwide, and conspiracy theorists had posted side-by-side comparisons of Jazz and Pepper’s bone structures, speech patterns, and typing styles. Someone even made a Google doc of all their shared quirks. It had color-coded sections. There were charts.

Tony spent the entire week yelling.

“She’s NOT my kid! She’s not even related to Pepper!”

Pepper, annoyingly, did not help. “Technically, we don’t know she’s not.”

“Oh my god.”

Meanwhile, Jazz was unfazed.

“Should I post a clarification?” she asked.

“No,” said Pepper, texting casually. “Let them fear you.”

The Avengers had mixed feelings.

Steve was terrified of her. She reminded him too much of Natasha, if Natasha had spent her childhood in AP classes and the rest of her time inventing hover grenades. Sam and Rhodey liked her, mostly because she was polite and explained quantum mechanics in metaphors that involved pop tarts. Peter developed an immediate and debilitating crush, which she ignored with expert precision.

“Hi, Miss Fenton,” Peter said shyly one day, watching her reprogram a Stark drone mid-air while eating a bagel.

“Peter,” she said without looking up. “You have a calculus exam in twenty-two minutes and your spider-suit’s magnetic lock is uncalibrated.”

Peter turned pink. “Oh. Thanks. Wait—how did you—?”

She looked at him. “I am your god now.”

Peter nearly fainted.

Natasha liked her. Clint was afraid of her. Thor called her “Little Flame Witch” and offered to train her in Asgardian battle strategy, which she accepted, just to make Bruce nervous.

But it was Loki who said it first.

“She’s not of this world,” he muttered to Wanda during a conference meeting. “She carries too much silence for a mortal. Something follows her.”

He was right, of course.

Because sometimes, at night, the tower cameras would glitch. Alarms would blip off for three-point-two seconds. And if you reviewed the footage frame by frame, you’d catch a flicker of something—green light, spectral claws, shadows moving too fast.

Jazz never addressed it.

She just carried her ghost-hunting thermos in her tote bag and once drop-kicked a poltergeist out of the 35th floor without spilling her coffee. Pepper made her head of paranormal security the next day. Tony threw a chair.

“I HATE HER.”

“You’re jealous.”

“She made a hover-bomb out of printer ink and stale Red Vines. WHO DOES THAT.”

“She’s better than you, darling. Accept it.”

The Pentagon called.

Then SHIELD.

Then the President.

They all wanted meetings. Wanted the Stark Intern. Wanted the girl who built an anti-phasing grenade in her sleep and then used it to banish an interdimensional wraith that had haunted the UN for seventy years. She’d done it in kitten heels. While on speakerphone with Columbia discussing her thesis on behavioral disassociation and spectral trauma.

“Ms. Fenton,” said General Ross one day, sitting across from her in a secure Stark lab, “how old are you again?”

“Nineteen.”

He blinked. “And you… developed this ectoplasmic nullifier?”

“Yes.”

“From scratch?”

“I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you’re implying.”

Tony watched from the corner, snickering into a bag of popcorn.

“Careful, Ross,” he said. “She’s been known to vaporize military-grade egos.”

Jazz didn’t smile, but her eyes sparkled just a little.

The conspiracy peaked when a tabloid published an article titled “Pepper Potts’ Secret Daughter: Genius Intern or Bio-Engineered Successor?”

There were pie charts. Photos. A leaked voicemail from Tony yelling “SHE ISN’T MINE, YOU IMBECILES” that only made things worse.

One Tumblr post had over 800k notes and a list of reasons why Jazz was definitely a Potts-Stark hybrid, including, “built a laser harp,” “once told Elon Musk to ‘shut up before I make a better Tesla with a coffee maker and two forks,’” and “terrifying corporate aura.”

Jazz printed the post. Framed it. Hung it in her dorm.

Pepper just looked fond.

“I think you’ve officially surpassed me in public fear,” she said one afternoon as Jazz filed patents under twenty different shell companies.

Jazz shrugged. “You set the bar very high.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Tony sobbed in the background. “This is my nightmare.”

“Jazz,” said Pepper sweetly, “could you file a cease-and-desist against MIT for trying to recruit you illegally?”

“Already did. Also, I bought MIT using the company card.”

Tony screamed.

And through it all—ghost attacks, PR disasters, tech blackouts, alien entities, and one incident where Jazz weaponized her psych minor to dismantle a HYDRA agent’s entire worldview in a hallway—she remained completely, terrifyingly composed.

Because this was Jazz Fenton. The girl who survived Amity Park, ghost portals, mad science parents, and her half-dead little brother who punched death in the face on Tuesdays.

The Marvel universe had no idea what it had just unleashed.

But Pepper did.

She just smiled and handed Jazz her new badge: Chief Innovation Officer, Spectral Division.

“I think you’re ready for phase two.”

Jazz sipped her coffee. “Let’s haunt the world.”

[brain4stew]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write pre-forsaken 007n7 x admin!reader?

Basically when 007n7 was still a hacker and admin!reader was sent by Builderman to capture him! Preferred to be suggestive please? /nf

Have a nice day/night!

007n7 was a menace when he was a hacker, no? 😀 I’m not fully aware, and do not know much when it comes to previous hackers, or hackers today. 💔

But I’ll see what I can do for you, anon!

‼️ WARNING: SUGGESTIVE ‼️

(Note: Characters may be ooc, since I do not know how the characters actually will work/be like!)

That being said, here is your request under the cut! ;

You, an admin, working with other admins, and under Builderman.

You respect and admire each and every admin, and games you see on the Roblox platform.

At times, you manage to get scared by Shedletsky, whenever he is Telamon. He apologises of course, but damn is he FREAKISHLY TALL.

You complain to Brighteyes about her husband just being- well, tall.

Brighteyes scolds him and what does he do? Either he, picks her up with a grin. Or, he shrinks back and goes back to Shedletsky, and not Telamon.

Dusekkar confuses you at times with his speech, but with other admins, you’re all either able to decipher what he’s saying to something simpler, or what he actually means.

One day, you were called to Builderman’s office, as you enter his office however.

You may as well have sh4t your pants right there…

Not only was Builderman there, Doombringer, Shedletsky/Telamon and Roblox himself were there.

Builderman of course, told you why you were there.

“We have gotten reports of a robloxian, who has been involved in hacking creations, that other robloxians have made. He goes by 007n7. We all decided that you should be the one to take care of him.” Builderman says, pausing for a moment, so you can process what he said before continuing, “We must warn you, however. 007n7 is not any ordinary hacker. He could be unpredictable. That is all. We will send you his location on your phone.”

You nod, and ask to leave, to which all of them nod to, as they talk with each other. They’re so serious looking all of a sudden… 007n7 couldn’t be that bad, right…?

When you get to the location 007n7 is, you understand why.

Fire everywhere, robloxians changing avatars, some glitching, and some lagging (even with good ping).

You immediately look around and spot him, you grab your lasoo, and quickly, yet efficiently rope him.

He’s shocked and surprised of course, glancing at you, before stiffening. He’s caught red-handed.

He struggles within your lasoo, as you yank him down. (He was flying… LIKE A DAMN FLY—)

He glances up at you with a glare, but it is obvious he’s scared.

“You’re going to be banned, you know. Honestly a shame.” You say.

“. . .” 007n7 doesn’t respond, as he continues to struggle against your lasoo.

You tighten up the lasoo, making him grumble in annoyance. “There’s no use for your struggles, you know. You’re lucky that Doombringer wasn’t sent here.”

007n7 flinches at the mention of Doombringer. His eyes snapping up at you. You hate to admit, but… He looks rather cute.

You sigh in annoyance, and grasp his chin in your hand. “Of all the frustration you have put every and all robloxians, and even admins on…”

You pause, momentarily thinking of something. 007n7 just, stares up at you in what seems to be fear, and expectance.

“I’ll have my fun with you first, before you get banned.” You state. 007n7’s eyes widen in disbelief, he opens his mouth to speak but, you shush him up.

.

.

(Timeskip.)

.

.

You and 007n7 are well… In your bed. 007n7 passed out, laying on top of you.

You hum in thought. I might get fired if this ever is known to the others…

You glance down at 007n7, noticing he has tears in the corner of his eyes. You move a hand out, and thumb away the tears. 007n7 unconsciously nudges against your hand.

You smile. Perhaps this guy isn’t that bad… But, he will still be banned either way.

[okaysonny]

the group chat mishap ╏ vasco + j high

★ summary: vasco accidentally adds everyone to a group chat.

★ details: fluff, no reader, includes most of j high, spoiler free, takes place at the start of busan arc (531)

★ wc: 890

★ A/N: i'd really like some J HIGH SILLINESS i think we'd all like some J HIGH SILLINESS ptj can you please give us some J HIGH SILLINESS

vasco has a simple idea: create a group chat of unity for burn knuckles. a motivational space to keep the squad inspired. should be easy enough, right?

Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ created the group '🔥Burn Knuckles United🔥'

Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ BROTHERS. OUR BOND IS UNBREAKABLE. LET'S STAY STRONG TOGETHER. 💪🔥 Zack the Snack ??? Zoe Park <3 Huh? What’s going on? Vin$anity Why the hell am I here? Jace Park 🧠 …Vasco…you added everyone… Mira Kim 🌸 Oh, this is cute! Hi guys! 😊 ❤️ Liked by Zack the Snack Daniel Park :) What's this group for, Vasco? ❤️ Liked by Jay Hong Eli Jang 👶💖 Is this a Burn Knuckles thing? Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ YES. IT IS FOR THE BROTHERHOOD. 💥🔥 Jace Park 🧠 VASCO. YOU ADDED EVERYONE. THIS ISN’T JUST BURN KNUCKLES. Vin$anity LOOOL LOOK AT THIS DUMBASS Mary Kim (Buy my new book 😉) You should delete this group Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ NO. THIS IS OUR SACRED SPACE FOR UNITY Jace Park 🧠 VASCO. I TOLD YOU. YOU ADDED EVERYONE. THIS ISN'T JUST BURN KNUCKLES!!! AND YOU DON'T NEED TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS EVERY TIME. Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ IT’S FINE JACE. EVERYONE NEEDS UNITY Jace Park 🧠 THAT’S NOT THE POINT!! Zack the Snack …Since we’re all here, who wants to see a movie later? Mira, you in? Mira Kim 🌸 Sure! ❤️ Liked by Zack the Snack Zoe Park <3 I'll come too! Zack the Snack reacted with 💔 Vin$anity Wow…Zack's always finding an excuse to be with Mira. Pathetic Zack the Snack Says the guy who used to wear sunglasses inside Vin$anity They’re prescription! Zack the Snack LMFAO SURE Mira Kim 🌸 Just leave him Zack :/ ❤️ Liked by Zack the Snack Mary Kim (Buy my new book 😉) Alright, that’s enough

Mary Kim (Buy my new book 😉) is now a group admin.

Vin$anity What the hell? How’d you do that?! Mary Kim (Buy my new book 😉) It’s called being smarter than you Vin$anity Whatever. Just delete the group now Mary Kim (Buy my new book 😉) It's actually fun! I’m keeping it Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ BROTHERS AND SISTERS. LET'S NOT STRAY FROM OUR ORIGINAL PURPOSE. UNITY AND JUSTICE. Vin$anity UNITY AND JUSTICE 💀💀💀 Why am I still here? Mary Kim (Buy my new book 😉) Probably because you don’t have friends Vin$anity F YOU MARY Zack the Snack …Seriously Vasco, what are you talking about? Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ THE CREED OF UNITY. THE CREED THAT BINDS US ALL AS ONE. ❤️ Liked by Jay Hong Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ BROTHER JAY HAS SAID NOTHING. BUT I KNOW HE UNDERSTANDS THE IMPORTANCE OF OUR CREED ❤️ Liked by Jay Hong Jace Park 🧠 Oh my god Vasco Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ HIS SILENCE SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS ❤️ Liked by Jay Hong Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ SEE JACE? HE UNDERSTANDS THE HEART OF A TRUE WARRIOR ❤️ Liked by Jay Hong Jace Park 🧠 Vasco…please stop Eli Jang 👶💖 …Maybe we can just use this as a general chat? It’s rare for all of us to be in the same group 😅 ❤️ Liked by Zoe Park <3 and 4 others Mira Kim 🌸 That's actually a good idea! ❤️ Liked by Zack the Snack Zoe Park <3 Yeah, like a J-High group chat! Vin$anity The fuck? Why would I be stuck in a group chat with you losers? Zack the Snack Then leave man Vin$anity Why should I? I don’t care enough about you idiots to bother leaving Mary Kim (Buy my new book 😉) You just click the top of the chat and press 'Leave Group.' It’s not hard Vin$anity Alright tech support

the notifications are relentless, pinging one after another. amid the chaos, vasco can’t stop grinning at his phone. sure, he made a mistake, but the chat wasn’t so bad. everyone was talking — together.

he taps the top of the screen, fumbling a bit as he types.

Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ changed the group name to 'J-High Squad ❤️💪'

Vin$anity Only you could come up with a cringey name like that 💀 Mira Kim 🌸 I think it's sweet Vasco! ❤️ Liked by Zack the Snack and Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ Zoe Park <3 Aww! J-High Squad! 🥺❤️ ❤️ Liked by Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ Daniel Park :) It's pretty cute actually ❤️ Liked by Jay Hong and Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ Eli Jang 👶💖 It's…nice? ❤️ Liked by Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ Euntae Lee 🐶❤️ IT SYMBOLISES OUR FRIENDSHIP AND STRENGTH! ❤️ Liked by Jay Hong Jace Park 🧠 Vasco! 😅 Friendship is great, but all of Burn Knuckles is here too. You need to make another group for them. Vin$anity Right, and I'm not part of your dumb squad Mary Kim (Buy my new book 😉) And yet you're still here Vin$anity Shut up fatass Mary Kim (Buy my new book 😉) What did you just call me?!

the chat continues to buzz with reactions, and vasco can’t help but feel proud. the name stayed, and no one left.

can he figure out group chat mechanisms? maybe he doesn't need to worry about that for the moment.

for now, he was happy. the technical stuff could wait until tomorrow.

A/N: this was a pain in the ass to format. buy mary's book 'how to get a guy to like you' ;)

divider: @thecutestgrotto

[kiame-sama]

Wait, why is Vil so mad? In the chapters he says he did so much but I don't remember any of it?

Vil- with aid of Rook and Divus- gave the Human an entire wardrobe's worth of clothes and outfits- which would normally cost millions given the quality- hand sewn and fitted personally by the three. Rook made every scrap of that fabric using his spider silk which Vil hand wove into actual swaths of fabric with the sole intention of giving it to the Human as clothes. When the delegates and representatives were meeting, Vil- along with the other Housewardens- broke into the meeting room the moment it sounded like there was trouble to save the Human. Vil has set up and carefully cultivated the Human's Magicam account- with Rook and Cater as admins- so that Cater's screw-up picture is pushed out of public view. Vil actually rescued Neige, Che'nya, and Grim from Erikír's unique magic after responding to the Human's collar pinging him and the other Housewardens during the spell-drive tournament.

Despite being- in his mind- snubbed by the Human again and again, he is still trying to be the best he can be and help them however possible. He even displayed his tail to the Human and got the most lackluster reaction anyone has ever had to him- which deeply wounded his pride- but he keeps trying. He is the one who has respected the Human's decision to not take on a mate more than the others despite how desperately he wants to be chosen.

He has actually done quite a bit compared to Azul, Riddle, Kalim, and even Leona. Leona and Azul did save the Human's life, but that is the primary shining achievement they have to claim. Vil is more in the level of Malleus and Idia for what he has actually contributed to the Human's comfort and wellbeing.

[forsaken-headcanons]

AGSJDHFPAHADDAHO I need you to know I checked for the past few days the anon list to see if I was on it yet

anyways! Random headcanons 2 electric boogaloo. Most of these are Azure & Two Time because... they're my faves . duh

-Two Time wasn't actually born into the Spawn cult, but joined later on, whilst Azure was

-Two Time's knife used to be Azure's

-Azure always cared a lot about their appearance, especially their hair, and how others saw them

I saw this from someone else aswell, but -selectively mute Two Time!! to add onto it, I also headcanon there's a 50/50 of them going mute or just talking a concerning lot. usually cursing the killers

-The Spectre tried to make Azure forget Two Time. Keyword, tried. Azure had just minor amnesia and very much remembers Two Time. Their first round first one to go down was Two Time. from. being chucked at a wall. (I also have a lil comic thing about this but waah waah no images for anons)

also saw this one before, but -the survivors & killers have discord servers to talk in, both moderated by The Spectre. This is also the only way Taph communicates with the others besides sign language in person. However, as smart as they may be, usually it's just brainrot or like "welcome to Hell!" when someone new gets forsakened. also, Azure has their own channel to spam with how much they hate Two Time

^also!! -all the admins have matching usernames, but Taph & Dusekkar are especially bffs and also have matching pfps :3

^^-Builderman is mildly afraid of the things everybody else says in the server whenever it's not serious

^^^-007n7's username is something stupid from his hacking days because he also had a discord server and he can't change his username

-Elliot and Dusekkar get along pretty well aswell, from the mutual "supports who are Absolutely DONE with everybody else".

-when that one picture in c00l carnival fell, it was because c00lkid accidentally walkspeed overrided into that wall. He proceeded to accidentally step on the glass shards and the round had to end early because 1) he couldn't walk, 2) he was bleeding all over the place and 3) he was bawling his eyes out. Yeah sure getting papercuts hurts but OH MY GOD GLASS CUTS ARE AWFUL MAN!!!!!

-Two Time somehow managed to download Cookie Run Kingdom on their phone. They play it in their free time and yet all they do is level up their 2,000,000 power Black Forest Cookie because they relate to her. :/

^-Shed thinks they're delusional for "playing a kid's game" and is very open about it

^^-Builderman is scared to admit it due to this but he used to play CR:K and still thinks it's a good game.

-since he's a four dimensional being, sometimes 1x1x1x1 walks through the fourth dimension to get around faster or just mess with the survivors.

^-c00lkid has tried before by mimicking him but of course it doesn't work.

I like to think -some of the reference skins have actually been there. For example, one time Cashier and the GASA4 player were stuck in there somehow and they ended up being the last two survivors. they lost. (based on a true story that happend to me💞 (I was Cashier))

that's all for now! Ciao!

-Lotus🪷 anon

NAHH NOT TWO TIME 💔💔 we say mournfully as we proceed to join in /j /j

imagining it now, 7n7 probably has c00l3s7h4ck3r as his user 😭😭 poor guy. almost always haunted by his past. slash silly

dude the spectre would've let that happen let's be honest. 1x1 screwing around with the 4th dimension would be terrifying (though with our ping we may as well already be experiencing it /silly)

(CASHIER MENTIONED!!!)

down as lotus🪷 anon you go!!

[literaryslapshot]

9 and 18 with coach!sid please <3

"without ever touching him, how can i be guilty as sin?" & "i can tell when someone wants me" | poetic prompts | warnings: smut (18+ MDNI, i can redo if you don't want smut with these prompts!)

takes place after this fic.

"girl, quit eye fucking and leave some room for the rest of us. i can tell your fantasizing, but i don't blame you."

"i'm not touching him, so how can i be guilty of anything?" y/n co-workers words snap her out of her daze as she teases back. it was the beginning of an emergency staff meeting, the meaning was unknown and it was causing quite the buzz around the gymnasium. teachers, admin, and athletic staff alike were sitting together asking each other what they'd heard, known, or if they were getting fired. there was a heavy level of anxiety sitting in the room amongst them.

"sorry," y/n mumbled and sitting up straight. her friend chuckled beside her. but she couldn't help but stare, it had been a week since their dinner together, and it was all she could think about. she'd had trouble teaching, would zone out when talking to carter, their scandalous encounter was taking over her life.

"what do you think they're gonna talk about?" the other teacher asked sitting next to her, sipping coffee out of her tumbler and scrolling through emails looking for clues. "i think they're gonna talk about staff relationships."

her words made y/n's stomach drop. did it get out? did someone see her car at his house? did carter say something? did carter find out? it's amazing how many questions can run through the brain in just two seconds.

"i heard that the boys tennis coach, thomas, is having an affair with the girls tennis coach. i think one of the players caught them in the athletic offices but they did something to keep the kid quiet." y/n feels her nerves calm down, but not all that much. her eyes met with sidney's and she felt like he was trying to silently tell her something but she couldn't pick up on it. they weren't that connected.

yet.

moments later the superintendent gets on the mic and announces to faculty that in fact, both the girls and boys tennis coach were let go due to their actions. the boys coach resigned, and the girls coach was fired due to threatening the school district since she didn't do anything wrong and she was a single woman.

she felt a ball coil up inside her stomach as the staff were reminded of the policy: relationships among staff must be brought before the board if they occur within the school year. it was a district policy, to keep drama out of the way, and to keep relationships private to the parties benefit. at least, that was the way it was explained.

-

that meeting was bullshit. sent 10:45 am

y/n's phone pings signaling a text from sidney. she reads it as her students are taking their test. she feels butterflies and anxiety at the same time. her leg bouncing underneath her desk as she plans a reply.

...but what did he mean? was he against the rule, meaning he wanted a relationship? or was it just a waste of time? yes, it was a waste of time.

i know, it could have just been an email. sent 10:48

he never responds, but she gets too busy with other class periods. she gets lost back in time once more, fantasizing about that night. during lunch break spent in her darkened classroom, a bowl of warmed up soup in front of her as she grades papers until the next class comes through.

but she gets lost, in the deep trance of the memory of him. if she thinks really hard she can still feel his tongue sliding against her slick core, she can feel herself coming undone again at the force of his skilled and talented body.

she can feel his calloused but soft hands sliding down her body, grasping at her breasts while he sucks all of the sweet juice that flows out of her. she remembers her back arching off his wooden dinner table while he lapped at her for at least ten minutes straight, before he slid his thick cock inside of her for another ten.

she's taken out of her daydream by the sound of the school bell. she has three minutes to get herself back in order to teach again. she considers assigning today a reading and catch up day...so she can continue to reminisce.

dinner at my place? sent 1:23 pm

hell yes sent 1:24 pm

-

"you're bad at hiding your feelings, y/n." sidney stated, flipping over the steak on the grill and setting his wine glass down on the granite countertop. y/n sat on the barstool across from him, drinking a cocktail she made herself.

"what's that supposed to mean?" she took a bigger swig of the alcohol this time, holding eye contact with him as he leaned onto the countertop with his hands, making himself appear bigger in front of her. it worked.

"i can tell when someone wants me. half the women in that school want me, but you're the only one who went for it." she feels like a crook who was caught. "i know you act like last week didn't happen, but it's all i've been thinking about." now he's standing just inches from her on his back patio, the smell of grilled steak and vegetables filling her brain and the firm but agonizing touch making her go weak.

"it's all i can think about too." his thumb glides across her cheek, his whiskey colored eyes staring into her soul, what it feels like for hours. he bites his lip and she thinks she's gonna pass out.

"tell me what you thought about, maybe we'll reenact it after dinner. can't have you eating cold steak, can i?"