#i think i know where mine is but i don't wanna know what germs that shit could have after...what

[archangeldyke-all]

Omg, part 2 of sevika x masc reader, childhood friends to lovers pleaseeee!!! It's so cute I love it omggg, okay imma give a scenario, they're aged up now, but still teens, and they do badass, and mischievous shit, and maybe it's their idea of a first date heh ☺️ You're amazing angel, I love theseee!!!

HEHEHEHEHEH i'm so glad u guys like this one, i was a tomboy as a kid and writing this story is healing something inside me

men and minors dni

sevika gives you a skeptical look. "and you're sure it'll work?"

you huff and roll your eyes. sevika thinks that because she's got a year on you she knows everything. "would you just trust me?"

"i just don't wanna give you an infection and be the reason you die or something."

you giggle and lean forward, kissing her worried frown. "that's why we got the alcohol-- to sanitize everything. and we run the needles through a flame before, too-- it kills the germs."

sevika's still squinting skeptically, but at least now she's blushing from the kiss.

you roll your eyes. "i'll let you do me first, if you're so nervous." you offer. sevika finally smiles. you grin and pull your shirt off.

sevika's staring right at your tits when you fling your shirt away. you giggle, and she kicks you in embarrassment. "you've seen them before, baby."

"i-i just-- shut up!" sevika huffs, pushing you down onto your back. you laugh, blinking up at the twinkling multicolored lights of your hideout.

you feel your own nervous embarrassment grow as sevika straddles your waist and stares down at your chest. she's heavy and warm and firm, and she's blinking down at you with her gorgeous silver eyes, a nervous glimmer behind them as she looks at you.

"okay." sevika whispers. "where do you want it?" she asks.

you grin and tap the top of your left tit. "right over my heart. duh."

sevika rolls her eyes. "that's so fucking corny." she whines. you grin.

"yeah, well, where are you gonna put yours?" you ask.

sevika's eyes dart away from yours and she mumbles. "s-same place, i guess."

you take one big swig off the bottle you'd stolen before handing it to sevika and letting her begin her work.

she gently soaks a cotton pad in the alcohol, wipes your chest clean. she sets up the supplies on your stomach, paper towels and ink and packaged needles. and when she's finally ready, she leans down and presses her lips to your chest, her black lipstick leaving a perfect kiss mark over your heart.

you giggle in excitement, then jump at the first poke of her needle. sevika pouts.

"does it hurt?" she asks, worried. you shrug. she tsks and smacks your shoulder. "don't move!"

you giggle. "it... just feels like a lot of scratches happening at once."

sevika hums along to the music you've got playing on the radio as she works, and you stare up at her, simply admiring your best friend.

when you'd asked a few weeks ago if sevika'd ever get a tattoo, her answer was a hard 'no.' she hates needles, and she's not really an artistic type.

but once you told her your idea for the one you wanted-- a permanent reminder of her love, her kiss etched into your skin for eternity-- sevika seemed enchanted with the idea.

which is how you ended up here. it takes a long time, and by the end, the top of your tit feels like it's on fire. but still, it's all worth it for the smile it pulls out of sevika when she admires her handiwork.

when she hands you a mirror and lets you look, you tear up a bit.

"wh--what?! do you regret it, did i do it wrong!?"

you laugh as you sit up and wrap sevika in a hug, nuzzling your nose against the crook of her neck and shoulder. "i love you." you say shakily. "it's perfect."

sevika sighs and kisses your head. "well, don't fuckin' cry, i need your vision clear so you don't fuck up mine." she huffs, kissing you one more time before flopping onto her back and unbuttoning her own shirt. you giggle and start collecting the supplies for sevika's tattoo.

she helps you apply her lipstick to your own lips-- you don't trust yourself to make it pretty-- the most makeup you ever wear is the remnants of sevika's that gets smudged onto your skin during a makeout session.

she giggles when she finishes applying the lipstick. "you look good."

you grin. "yeah? should i get my own tube of black?"

sevika rolls her eyes. "it's not black, it's coffee brown. i'm not, like, emo, or anything." you raise a disbelieving eyebrow at your girlfriend and she huffs in embarrassment. "whatever. just hurry up and kiss me already."

you laugh, bending down to press one clean, perfect kiss to her tit. when you pull away, you grin at your mark, then bend down to barrage her face with sloppy, uncorrdinated kisses. sevika squeals and bursts into laughter, half-heartedly shoving you away.

"close your eyes." you demand as you pick up a clean needle for her. sevika huffs.

"i wanna watch. you got to make goo-goo eyes at me the whole time."

you snort. "you're scared of needles, dummy, so close your eyes. you can stare at me when we've got you all tatted up and matching me."

sevika huffs and closes her eyes.

you feel bad poking your girlfriend so repeatedly, especially when she's clearly cringing in pain. but, once you get into the groove of it, sevika relaxes, and eventually she's asleep underneath you.

you giggle, kissing sevika's cheek to wake her up when you're finished.

she wakes up with a snort, and then she breaks into a grin. "d'ya finish?" she asks.

you hand her the mirror, watching in anticipation for your girlfriend's reaction.

sevika grins and bursts into laughter, before tossing the mirror away and pulling you down to kiss her. you hum happily against her lips.

"this means we're for real best friends forever now. y' can't lose a tattoo like you lost our friendship bracelet." sevika says. you cackle.

"how long are you gonna hold that over me?! i didn't mean to lose it-- i was eight!"

"i was only nine and i kept mine in perfect condit--" you cut her off with a kiss.

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[watchyourbuck]

Eddie has a cold?! That’s it. That’s the prompt! 😆

After the ninth time, Eddie finally gives up. He's insisted Buck to go home ever since he laid eyes on the man - he wasn't even supposed to be there in his day off -, but he won’t budge. Alas, his will power is stronger than Eddie's, so he throws in the towel. "Alright, okay, if you wanna stay, stay."

Buck snorts. "Th-thank you, Eddie, I really needed your permission."

He has to dodge Eddie's weak punches. "You're an asshole" he says, slapping Buck wherever he can find skin. It doesn't do anything, really. He feels like a feather. In the wrong way.

The moment is over soon, when Eddie has to put his feet on the ground and bend over slightly to cough, nearly losing vision. Buck puts a hand on his back, patting him softly. "Are you okay?"

It takes a minute for Eddie to answer, his heavy and erratic breathing worrying his partner. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

Buck sighs, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand on his side and handing it to Eddie. The man yanks it, blowing his nose. Nothing but empty air comes out and he groans in desperation. Buck stares with pity. "Let me take care of you, yeah?"

"I'm okay" he says, although it's hard to take him seriously, his voice way too nasal. Buck bites back a sad grin.

"Let me make you soup. It's almost lunch time."

Eddie finally turns around, and Buck pouts. The man's eyes are red and glassy, his nose is peeling, and his mouth is ajar. He clearly can't breathe that well and if he didn't know any better, he'd say he has a fever.

"Oh, c'mon, don't give me that look" Eddie whispers, pushing him off softly.

"What look?"

"Like I'm sick and dying."

Buck frowns. "You are sick, Eddie. You're not dying, though, I wouldn't let you."

"I'm just," he starts, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, "a litte under the weather."

Buck raises his eyebrows, grabbing another tissue without turning around this time, and cleaning Eddie's wrist softly. "Yeah, if the weather was a tornado."

The shorter man slouches, letting his whole body fall back onto the bed. He stares at Buck and licks his lips. "Okay, you can bring me soup."

Buck smiles, getting close to the man to kiss his cheek. Eddie recoils, pulling up the sheet between them. "Stop. Are you crazy? You'll get sick."

"Oh, grow up" he barks, kneeling closer to the man and grabbing both sides of his face before forcefully pulling him in for a peck. "If I get sick you'll return the favor." He kisses him again. And again. "I don't love soup, though."

Eddie acts like he doesn't enjoy it, pushing him off with the little strength he has left - which, again, is practically nothing. "Will you just go be annoying in the kitchen? Where my germs won't reach you?"

Buck rolls his eyes playfully, scooting over to the corner of the bed and standing up. "You're a medic, Eddie, you should know your germs have this house infested. They'll reach me in any and all corners of it."

"All the more reason to leave!" he half yells, his voice cracking. Buck turns around, opening the door, and puts his thumb up to shush him.

"You're impossible, Buckley."

"Just pick a damn movie!"

—

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[deadprompts]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟺 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

i don't make decisions anymore.

come down here. we need to talk.

if you understand what it's like to have a daughter, then how can you threaten to kill someone else's?

look, we can settle this.

there's enough room for all of us.

honey, you’re weak.

you take one sip before those meds get in our people, i will beat your ass into the ground. you hear me?

i hereby declare we have spaghetti tuesdays every wednesday.

when you care about people, getting hurt is kind of a part of the package.

it's not a farming hat.

liar.

i still believe there’s a reason.

i know you look at me and you just see another dead girl.

why hurt yourself when you can hurt other people?

seems to me like things are finally starting to fall together.

we all have our jobs to do.

just so you know, i liked you first.

you never let me win anyway.

you don't think it'll hold?

when can i have my gun back?

the only thing you can choose is what you’re risking it for.

i don't want to be afraid of being alive.

i think you made the right call.

sooner or later, you gotta make a move.

at the camp, it just got worse and worse.

i know we all can change.

how many people have you killed? why?

first we have to find some spaghetti.

it was a nice watch.

we'll make it.

come on, let's play.

what do you want me to say?

i was just another monster.

any requests? books? comics? some stale m&ms?

i think we should make some new rules before they get back.

it was all of us.

look at us, digging through drawers.

we don't need to take any chances.

you should have seen him back in the day.

he told me all i had to do was believe, and that's what i'm gonna do.

you either live with them, or you don’t.

we can all live together.

time for you to leave, asshole.

anger makes you stupid. stupid gets you killed.

i mean, what the hell is going on in this cabin?

i'm a pirate.

you didn't wake me up.

best not waste any more time.

so you want to spend the rest of our lives staring into a fire and eating mud snakes? screw that.

how many walkers have you killed?

was there ever a time you weren't the boss of me?

you're the one that likes stale m&ms.

some council meeting, huh?

is this what you want?

he's too loyal to bounce.

you walk outside, you risk your life. you take a drink of water, you risk your life. nowadays you breathe and you risk your life.

i killed two people and you haven't said a word about it.

you're gonna have to learn to live with the love.

we’ve all lost someone.

we've all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive.

you're a tough son of a bitch.

i don't know how to talk about it.

what we want is what you got. period.

i can make these people feel better and hang on a little bit longer.

was your dad mean?

so you tell me how in the holy hell did you possibly kill this truck?

she'll need a safe place when it comes.

now you put down your weapons, walk through those gates you're one of us.

everybody makes it until they don't.

you can be a farmer, but you can't be just a farmer.

there are some things you don’t come back from.

we're not too far gone.

they're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out.

if you wanna live, you have to become strong.

you're gonna miss me so bad when i'm gone.

where should we go?

you're a tough son of a bitch.

i'm gonna be honest, i forgot about you.

it's not about what you say.

hey. i know it's been a while.

i'm never going to let anything happen to you, okay?

i don't want it!

why would you want my help?

we care about you.

don't look back.

probably best not think too much about it.

did you have kids?

everything we've been working so hard to keep out, it found its way in.

he made it through the night.

we don’t get to be upset.

i think it was the humane thing to do.

i can save lives, that's reason enough to risk mine.

a sad soul can killer quicker than a germ.

we just went through something terrible.

that's the guy you want to capture.

what i’m picking up is, murder is ok in this place now.

you do a lot for us. for the kids. you sacrifice a lot.

what the hell are you gonna do now, sport?

they're fucking with the wrong people.

we can live here for the rest of our lives.

it was a real treat, sir.

you can’t keep me from it.

he seems stable enough for me to get some air.

i still think there’s a plan.

is there anything you wouldn’t do for the people here?

they wanted to go out together same as they lived.

but i made it and you don't get to treat me like crap just because you're afraid.

i'm sorry. i'm not very good at making boys your age laugh.

your place or my place?

do you think we can make it?

it was stupid. i was so stupid.

i'm just tired of losing people.

that's what my daddy used to say.

did you think it was right?

you have to have numbers. people are the best defense against walkers or people.

i'd be honored to shake your hand.

you fight it. you don't give up. and one day you just change.

you gonna help us figure this out?

i screwed up too many times.

i'm gonna take a group out.

still, it is survival of the fittest.

he's a lying sack of shit.

the whole world is haunted now.

i've been afraid to get my hopes up thinking we can actually stay here.

i have to talk you all in to doing something i know we need to do.

end of the world don't mean shit when you got a tank.

he’s already given me fleas.

i tied the door shut.

they could have gotten hurt.

we get to come back.

see, going it alone, that ain't an option nowadays.

i think it’s my job to try.

smells good.

everybody loves a hero.

look, i fought him before.

i've survived and you don't get it 'cause i'm not like you or them.

you don't have to like what i did, just accept it.

if you don't have hope, what's the point of living?

you can't think forever.

you guys got separated?

you don’t have a choice.

you can lose a lot of soldiers but still win the game.

all this time you've taking off, you earned it.

it could work, you know it could.

whatever else this place needs, i'm here for it.

when i fell on my ass, they should have just left me out there.

she didn't have a mean bone in her body.

the walkers didn't see me anymore.

i knew you were up all night reading comics with a flashlight.

we wouldn't be here without you.

that's what it always comes down to.

man, what happened here?

those douchebags in the vines took themselves out, holding hands, kumbaya-style.

we go in, kill them all!

i could use a vacation.

today, we're talking about knives. how to use them, how to be safe with them, how they could save your life.

wasn't much use without my gun.

i just want to say thank you for bringing that deer back yesterday.

[redwolftrash]

i need. a chewy thing.

i had one back in 2018 but i put it god knows where and i gave the other 2 to a girl i think was named genevieve (god i can’t even remember her face) and...who i’ll call raccoon scrimblo (who i have ranted about on here and online about a lot bc it’s a whole mess so i won’t get into it here).

never saw genevieve again after i said something (??? can’t remember what) while we were walking around somewhere after school ended and she got offended and told me to never say that again, and raccoon broke theirs after like a week of chewing on it

idk maybe it would pacify me or something

[aspecriddler]

THEE Guide to Not Being a Punk Poser

Hey, so if you're reading this, you may or may not be looking to get into the punk scene, and you also may or may not be at a total loss on where to start

Well fear not! I am here with this little introduction post on how to Not Be A Poser (title pending)

FIRST UP: The Ideals

When it comes to the ideals of alternative subcultures, this graphic by @theygender (hope the tag is ok, lmk if it isn't) is the best summary I've ever seen

And if you're like me, you're solidly on the line between punk and grunge, but leaning just a bit more punk. This is fine /gen

Punk is about community. Punk is about fighting for a better future. Punk is about doing no harm and taking no shit. Punk is about looking out for the underdog. If you don't embody these values then you're not punk. The ideology of Punk is, in my opinion, the most important part of the subculture

But if you've been doing your research you already knew that. Now let's get into what a lot of people call the fun stuff: the music and the fashion

SECOND: The Music

There are a Lot of different subgenres of punk music, the most famous being punk rock and folk punk. I subscribe more to punk rock because I really enjoy fast music

Bands to look for include: Sex Pistols, Dead Kennedys, Pansy Division, Dog Park Dissidents, Cheap Perfume, Mommy Long Legs, Gang Green, The Germs, Rage Against the Machine, G.L.O.S.S., X-Ray Spex, The Cramps, Circle Jerks, Crass, Limp Wrist, and Pure Hell

Of course there's a lot more but those are some staples plus some of my personal favorites. You can find my personal punk playlist here

Overall the sound is Loud and it is Angry. There are many songs about killing cops and hating capitalism and it fucks. If you like funky basslines, sick ass drums, angry yelling, and shredding guitars this music is for you

PART THREE: The Fashion

Okay, okay, I had to save the quote unquote best for last. Imo the fashion of punk is the most diy out of almost any other subculture

Literally anything you can get your hands on can become fashion. Steal what you can, pick up shit off the side of the road, and if you can't/don't know how to do something get a friend in the scene to either teach you or commission them or something

Brands? The fuck is that, the only brands you need to know are Rit fabric dye, goodwill, etsy (sometimes), your local craft store, and a good spike maker (I don't deal with spikes currently so I have no good resources for them, so other punks feel free to chime in!)

Want cool metal shit? Take apart cans and turn them into spikes. Take a lighter apart and use those metal bits. Steal safety pins from walmart.

Want/need to sew something? Yarn and a tapestry needle if you can't get/don't want to use dental floss. When sewing patches do a straight stitch around followed by a hobo stitch around again and that shit will stay forever. Alternatively pin patches on with safety pins, this works pretty well in a pinch

Fabric paint is your best friend!!! Start with a white base layer and the colors will be much more vibrant. Don't think you have painting skills? Doesn't matter, you're punk and you have the audacity to wear whatever you make with pride

Invest in a leather jacket. I don't mean in terms of money, I got mine at goodwill for ten bucks. But it will change your life. I recommend getting two: one to keep plain and one to diy. Also flannels are good for diy and can also be made into vests for warm weather very easily.

Both of these flannels I decorated myself in a matter of hours. If I can do it, so can you

Also! When you cut the sleeves off of a flannel you can use the extra fabric to make diy pockets :3

PART FOUR: Community and Conclusion

So this is kind of my close out section lol

I'm not sure what kind of discord communities exist for true punk culture, so if anyone has one they wanna promote feel free

Do some research on local punk bands in your area, get your friends together and diy outfits for a concert, or just to wear. The world is your punk oyster, and as long as you or other people aren't getting hurt you can do whatever you want forever

Plz use this post to find other punks so we can start gaining more community (I'm totally not desperate lol)

[thebeeduo]

Ranboo: Do you want me to just reading random- Do you want me to just- I'm gonna just start texting you

Tubbo: Yeah, just start texting me random input on the space

Ranboo: *texts Tubbo*

Tubbo: "Microwave explode"? Yo, thank you. "This is awesome"? Ok, stop texting me now. You didn't even respond to my message I sent you this morning

Ranboo: That's 'cause I was asleep!

Tubbo: Yeah, but like.. *sigh* Maybe I should just go live on instagram

Ranboo: Eughhh!

Tubbo: What? Is that cringe?

Ranboo: Yes

Tubbo: Maybe I should just go live on TikTok

Ranboo: Ahhh! Ahhh!

Tubbo: Is that cringier? Is that- *laughs*

Ranboo: *laughs* You go "Is that cringe" to Instagram and your next one is TikTok

Tubbo: *laughs*

Ranboo: I can make fun of it 'cause that's where I was born

Tubbo: Pffft!

Ranboo: I was born there/on TikTok [?]

Tubbo: Do you ever look at someone and wonder what's going inside their head?

Ranboo: I was- I was born on TikTok [?]

Tubbo: *starts playing the piano* You gotta remember your roots

Tubbo: I want my grand piano back, electric piano is cringe

Ranboo: *coughs* [unintelligible]

Tubbo: He just- He just decides "Oh I'm going to spit my germs around the room"

Ranboo: Yep!

Tubbo: *giggles* Wow, wow. You're a bad- I suppose you're anti-vax as well while we're at it

Ranboo: I am literally- I am literally vaccinated

Tubbo: I'm not allowed to be vaccinated, leave me alone!

Ranboo: That's just a major L for you then

Tubbo: Ahhhh

Ranboo: You're/Keep on getting coughed on!

Tubbo: *starts to play the piano intensely*

Ranboo: That's what happens when you're not vaccinated, people will come up to you and cough

Tubbo: That is a terrible sentence. I despise everything about that sentence

Ranboo: *laughs*

Tubbo: *plays The Owl House theme song, then switches to City of Stars*

Ranboo: Ughhh

Tubbo: So..

Ranboo: Oh my gosh!

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: I just found more food to order

Tubbo: Nooo! Oh my god, if I get one more Amazon box arrive at my door and it's like a 25 large sized bars of Rice Krispies treats or fucking those shitty cheese squares that you haven't even eaten I'm gonna lose it

Ranboo: It's ding dongs

Tubbo: What the fuck is a ding dong?! That sounds like slang for a dick! You're literally eating dick!

Ranboo: *laughs* I am not! Jesus Christ

Tubbo: Why!

Ranboo: That is so far from what it is

Tubbo: What is it with all this fucking BS American food! Twinkies? Oh yeah, let me just-

Ranboo: I didn't get those actually. I don't know where those came from

Tubbo: Where did the Twinkies come from!?

Ranboo: I'm gonna be entirely honest..

Tubbo: Where the fuck did they come from!?

Ranboo: ..I have no idea where those came from. I did not order- That is not what I ordered

Tubbo: Look, you've got your-you've got your Cheez-It's and your Twinkies and your fucking ding dongs. I'm gonna f- I'm gonna blow some shit up

Ranboo: Sorry, I'll make sure to order a plain cheese pizza the next time

Tubbo: Honestly, that would be so much- I'm actually- I've been really healthy. So far I've had a fruit pop for breakfast

Ranboo: That's good. I had.. *silence*

Tubbo: You haven't had breakfast yet

Ranboo: I haven't- I haven't eaten yet

Tubbo: You haven't eaten yet today, and your first meal of the day will be Taco Bell

Ranboo: No, it won't!

Tubbo: Will it not? Oh

Ranboo: Why do you think- Taco Bell doesn't even deliver here!

Tubbo: *sighs* Fair enough

Ranboo: Why would it- Why- Mkay..

Tubbo: American

Ranboo: I know that the algorithm on Amazon works too well because it was [unintelligible]

Tubbo: *starts playing City of Stars again* Oh no

Tubbo: City of staaars.. *laughs* That song- It kind of annoys me, I'll be honest

Ranboo: I'm looking at- I'm looking at the, um.. I'm looking at your- the Tubbo space hashtag and someone just sent this, like, chart of, like, eye colour but it is, like, the most low res thing that I have ever seen

Tubbo: But I don't know- I think my eyes change colour depending on what I'm wearing, I'll be honest. Is that weird? Because everyone on twitter asks me "Ah yes what is your eye colour" and I'm like "Uhh how the fuck am I supposed to know" and then

Ranboo: My eye colour is [?]

Tubbo: Then I went through a bunch of like- I went through a bunch of, uh.. like, old photos of me and they just change colour depending on how sunny it is, what I'm wearing.. like.. Yeah, so, I don't know

Ranboo: *laughs*

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: Nothing

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: *loudly typing* It's time to listen

Tubbo: Time to listen to what?

Ranboo: To my music, I'm just gonna listen to my music

Tubbo: You're not gonna listen to me? Listen to me. Stop dancing. Knock that off. Yo, keep your clothes on! Woah, why are you so- *laughs* sorry

Ranboo: Why do you do this!

Tubbo: 'Cause it's funny, 'cause there's no video

Ranboo: Why do you- why do you do this

Tubbo: and.. and there's no video

Ranboo: What did I- What did I ever do? Nothing

Tubbo: *laughs*

Tubbo: *reads something about chip shops?*

Tubbo: Why do people keep sending me, like, soviet bunnies as well? I don't wanna see bunnies from soviet Russia. What's with the soviet Russia bunnies?

Tubbo: Thoughts on him? Bill Cypher? Pretty fun loving lad- Why did you just mention me and write "awesome"?

Ranboo: I didn't- No, it's a response to a tweet

Tubbo: Oh

Tubbo: *sees Michael fan art* "Oink! Hello father" Oh, I see

Ranboo: Just buff Michael

Tubbo: Buff- *laughs* He went to prison from lack of parent supervision and he came out buff, oh no! Oh no! *laughs*

Ranboo: What do you mean lack of parent supervision? I'm gonna go brush my teeth

Tubbo: Oh ok.. Bye

[Video cuts directly to when Ranboo comes back]

Tubbo: Hello. You seem hollow. Your mother is here? Wait, I shouldn't have read that out. You just texted me that so I didn't read it- Ok, well.. She's here guys!

Ranboo: Ahhh! Why!

Tubbo: She's here!

Ranboo: There's a reason-

Tubbo: She's here! *laughs* Just thought I'd let you know! *laughs* She's raring to go! That's awfully exciting..

[Video cuts again to the next beeduo clip]

Tubbo: Guys, I want to- How does one get the- What is the max people that have been in a single space, like, ever?

Ranboo: I own the number two spot for that!

Tubbo: Do you? How many was it?

Ranboo: Yeah. It was during MCC, it was 36k I think

Tubbo: 36- guys, can we get 38k please?

Ranboo: *fakes being angry* Can't you let me have anything!? *laughs*

Tubbo: Wh- Ok, Mr. 100k subs, Jesus

Ranboo: I don't- I got that once

Tubbo: Twice

Ranboo: It was six times actually..

Tubbo: SIX TIMES!? Oh my god, ok..

Ranboo: Alright... Goodbye space people!

Tubbo: Bye!

Ranboo: Goodbye!

Tubbo: Bye! Leave

Ranboo: I'm leaving the U.K. actually

Tubbo: He's not

Ranboo: *laughs* I'm not.. Wouldn't that be just terrible?

Tubbo: You just said bye and left..

Ranboo: The whole time everyone thought that I was going in, like, October but then I actually just straight up just leave..

Tubbo: You wanna go home?

Ranboo: ..in the middle of August

Tubbo: You can just leave.. get out!

Ranboo: Ok..

Tubbo: Pffft

Ranboo: Bye!

Tubbo: Bye!

[Video cuts again to the next beeduo clip]

Ranboo: I'm back from the U.S.!

Tubbo: Oh, what did you forget?

Ranboo: My- my beloved locket

Tubbo: *mocks American Accent* and the AirPods *laughs*

Ranboo: Yes

Tubbo: Have you told them what you've called your AirPods? The name of them?

Ranboo: Oh yeah, no, it's because basically, right, if you put a slash and then an asterisk at the end of a word it will bleep it out, so, right, me of course being young I thought that was the funniest thing to have that. So whenever Siri said my name she would just go like "You [beep]" so I thought that was funny. So it's like beeping noise, yeah

Tubbo: Oh, I see. So is that why mine do that as well?

Ranboo: I guess so, yeah

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: Yeah.. yeah..

Tubbo: I see.. So..

Ranboo: I'm gonna go now

Tubbo: Bye, again!

Ranboo: Bye! Back to the U.S. I go!

Tubbo: There's no "E" in Tubbo.. Just throwing it out there..

[marshmallowprotection]

Hiiii I saw that you did matchups and altho idek if I’m doing this right I wanna ask for a Mystic Messenger matchup if that’s okay?

My name is Sammy, I use she/her, I’m a pisces and INFJ and my love language is usually gift giving and quality time. I call myself an overachiever with no motivation as I graduated with high grades in high school while also graduating with an AA degree and immediately after went back to school to get my BS degree. For why? The world may never know.

As stated I have my BS and it is in Game Art. My biggest interests are Art, Music, and Video Games. I really like anything with creativity in all honesty. I usually do digital art but I love traditional, painting, chalk art, etc. and I’d love to learn more.

I am obsessed with cats, there has not been a day in my life where I have lived without cats. I got an ESA cat as it just makes me feel the most safe. I am an animal lover all around tho, as I have owned puppies, fish, guinea pigs, gecko’s, birds, a chinchilla, and more.

I’m quite the introvert but have a loud personality. My friends have called my style pastel goth. I always have dyed hair, usually hot pink, and most of my closet is pink. I REALLY like pink. I’m 5’2 and love wearing 6 inch platforms, my favorite pair is obviously pink. I can be pretty giggly and excited when around people I’m comfortable with, but I do as well need to pay attention to my social battery. Sometimes (or really most of the time) I just want to lay in bed with some hot chocolate and read, listen to music, or watch something on TV or YouTube. It’s nicer when I’m doing it with someone I love and am most comfortable with. My social battery is always safe with someone I love.

I don’t think I dislike a lot of things but I of course have some. Children (I’m okay with them, I just get annoyed easily.), Germs (which goes back to another reason why I don’t like children oops), Spiders, and a big fear of mine of mine is Failure. I can be a perfectionist and that is both a strength and weakness for me.

Okay, I hope I didn’t say too much haha. I’m open to be matched with anyone, I’m very curious on what you might say. Thank you!! :-)

I match you with...

V!

A creative soul that is torn and twisted by the inability to discern the next step. You're the kind of person that has a strong sense of the person that you would like to be but it doesn't always come across that way to other people. You may be loud and vibrant but you're much more mysterious than most people would realize. It's common for artistic types to fall into the trope where you think you know them but you don't. It's why it's easier to get along with somebody who understands where you're coming from. In this case, that person happens to be V. You sure love and passion for figuring out the way that things work and coming to understand how those things make the world around you tick.

The way that the two of you like to spend time together comes from trying new things and enjoying those experiences. You could likely spend quite a while talking about what you felt as you were going through something and he would gladly listen because perspective is one of the things that he has valued for such a long time. It's compelling to him when he sees you get lost in the throes of talking about what makes you happy while holding your cat. There's something very simplistic about that sort of living and he is a very much of minimalist when it comes to the simple things in life. He can enjoy it that way.

[canyouhearthechurchbellsringing]

#45: MADRIK

02/27/17 FTP: In this entry, I have a run-in with the voice inside Jake’s head. I didn't learn much from him. All it really did was underline just how warped my world has become. Never in a million years did I expect happy-go-lucky Jake to transform into such a hollow shell. I guess Madrik used his loss against him. I wonder if the pain of loss has anything to do with the sickness we suffer from. Jake losing Casey seems to have put him in the same situation as losing Alice put me in. It was perhaps even worse because he depended on her physically as well as emotionally. I hope he can overcome this trauma, but hope is all I have because he seems to have been irreparably damaged… Oh, I did learn one thing. I’m not surprised to find this out, but it does explain a few things. Ben has his own entity by the name of Mark. This was something he confided in Casey which she in turn revealed to Jake. Perhaps it was Mark I encountered outside the mall that day and not Ben. At least, I’d like to believe that. It dulls the pain of the decimated friendship. 08/20/16 I learned Jake had no memory of the accident at all. It was still more memory than Darek saw fit to gift me. He keeps whispering into my ear, a voice no one but I can hear, about how she's waiting on the other side of the door. All I have to do is end it and she could be all mine again. Like before. I keep ignoring him, keep trying to stay afloat, for Ali's sake if not my own, for Jake's sake who was struggling like I struggled when I lost Alice. I took a deep breath and stepped off the bus. I knew exactly where her gravest one lie. I saw it last night in a dream. It started with the blinding flash of light. Casey was always shorter than everyone else in our group. She wasn't tiny, she'd always say. She was fun-size. Well a fun-size body, a cracked tree, and an airbag forced into her left the sides of the bag dripping with her blood. I didn't hear her neck snap, but I knew as soon as I saw her it had. Jake was unconscious in the driver’s seat, bloodied and bruised. Even though the vision brought only sadness, laughter escaped my lips. In my core being I felt a familiar sensation. I caused this. It was all my fault. But if I played it right, I could seem innocent, just another victim. The hood was smoking. I had only a little time. I slid out of my side door, the one behind Jake, and opened his door. I unbuckled him. Despite the fact that I felt intense pain across my chest with every movement, I moved as if I were fit and well. I dragged Jake from the car, away to the roadside as I waited for the flames to burn everything. Just before they sprouted up over the hood, I had a morbid thought. She's still alive, Darek! I cried silently. Save her! He only stood and watched as the car was swallowed by fire. There was no climax, no explosion. The flames engulfed my vision until I was following the funeral procession through a graveyard rather close to where I lived now. I made a note of the exact location as the dream persisted. I wanted to wake up, but no. I had to sit somberly through the entire god-damned funeral, unable to let my grief out by shedding even a single tear. My heart broke witnessing it. That more than anything drove the point of her death home to me as I slept. In the morning I remembered enough to know where to go. That's how I ended up strolling lead-hearted to Casey's grave. I ran my fingers along the etching of her name, the date of her life and her death. June 8th, 1994 to May 14th, 2017. I wept there, finally and freely. I wept so intensely, I did not know anyone else was there until he spoke. "Do you know what Ben told her, maybe a month before she died?" Jake asked. I spun around, my solitude shattered. "What?" I asked warily, wiping my wet eyes. "He told her about Mark." Jake answered. "About how since he'd met her Mark had been taking his life from him and denying him release from his own petty anger, how it'd always been that way for him. She just made him realize it." I nodded. Jake continued. "There was something going among us between every interaction, Mat. A germ. An infection." Darek's words echoed in my ears. "It spread between us, all of us. Who knows where it begins, but it has to end. We have to contain it." "Jake... ?" I looked into his eyes. They were alive, sorrowful but alive. "What are you thinking of doing?" "It's not what I'm thinking that matters. They have their own thoughts, their own plans. What they think dominates the chess game of our lives, Mat. We can't do anything but suffer through it." "Who is Madrik?" Jake took a deep breath. "He came to me out of the blue, in the place we're standing over right now. He told me he would bring madness to me and that's what he did. There are thousands of them now, all inside my head, all screaming out for release. I try to sketch each one as it presents itself but there are so many! I live no life of my own but the lives of the dead that whisper to me. My only break is when the bells ring and I attend her funeral again." "Are they ringing right now?" I asked gently. "Have been for hours..." "Jake..." I mustered the courage to speak. "I hear them too. I have for a long time now. I know what it's like." "No, you don't!" He snapped. "All I want is to live my own life for her, to honor her, but in spite of my dreams he's always calling me back to the dark place, to torture me and slit my throat again, whereupon I return to this bitter realm and await his next summons. This is no life, Mat! This is hell! We're all in hell and we can't even see it we're so blind! Well I'm not blind. Not anymore. And God I wish I was." His words left me silent and contemplative. "There's no cure." I said at last. "What is learned cannot be unlearned." "I know," He moaned. "I know and I hate it! I hate this, I hate me!! I hate everything!!" His eyes glossed over and he smiled at me, as if just noticing me. “Well well well. If it isn't Mr. Monaco himself.” The voice was still Jake’s, but the distinctive southern drawl made him sound completely different. Even his posture had changed from hunched and defensive to limber and confident. Neither of those poses were reminiscent of the Jake I had known. I remembered him as mellow and easygoing, carefree and light as air. “Who are you?” I asked. “Now now, you already know the answer to that.” Madrik said. “What d’you really wanna ask me?” “You're right.” I confessed. “Here's a better question: what do you want?” “Every Figment has their own desires and drives, Mr. Monaco. Mark wants vengeance. Veronika wanted peace. Myself?” He pressed his palm to his chest. “Well I don't really want anything. I’m mostly just along for the ride.” “Then why are you torturing Jake?” I cried. “If there's nothing in it for you what is the point?” “Well you see, it is not necessarily my fault that young Jacob suffers so. He tortures himself, friend, and uses my face as the means to do it. The brain is a complicated beast. But you must already know that.” “I… I don't…” “Oh but you do.” Madrik drew closer to me, his hollow eyes locking with mine. “You know better than anyone the diseased undercurrents of the mind that afflicts both worlds equally. You just don't remember everything yet. One day you will wake up and see what hides in the shadows. Then you'll know we ain't so different after all.” The life shifted back into Jake's eyes just then, as Darek's laughter coursed through my veins. Wherever Madrik had come from, he had returned. "Another day. My lady lets me live another day." Jake mumbled, wandering off with a lost expression. The wind blew through the graveyard, inviting spirits of all color and creed to dance with me. I wondered if there was any chance Alice's spirit was nearby. I felt in my fragile heart she was watching over me from this place. I felt as if this were another shrine for me to pray to. I was on my knees lost in my own mind in moments. Alice, protect me from the wicked forces swirling around me. Protect me from Darek and Madrik and Jake and myself. And... look after Jake. I know he's suffering right now. Ben, too, I guess. My hand went to my healing bruise. Ben indeed. I wanted to run screaming from the graveyard, wanted to cry my eyes out until my body shriveled up and died like a raisin. I wanted to level a gun to my head and blot out this bitter world. Surely only death could stop this infection of evil among us all. Surely my death would be sweeter than a life without Casey. But I had no gun, and the sensations of Death's hands all over me passed. I feared for myself. I feared for my family and my friends and everyone. A storm was coming, one Darek had set in motion, one I was powerless to stop or resist. Steel in my blood, I strolled away from the grave more hollow than when I arrived.