#FLEXTAPE

[seventh-district]

Figured I'd try my hand at some Redacted character post/text edits!

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Credit to @/sainthowlzon for all the Listener icons, and to @/elisacaleisa for their google drive with all the canon icons!

(slightly alternative version of the Solaires' GC edit below the cut bc i had a lil too much fun with what Vincent would name his contacts)

[octernity-bitches]

So Majesty black works with Ghost for those clawed gloves. Did y'all know that? It's important that you know that for this HOWEVER it might not be ghost related but it fucking sounds like it.

Or, you know, new gloves which would ALSO be cool.

[icy-dark-star]

With your drawing of magolor and daroach with their possessors on leashes (amazing art btw), can you draw Dedede absolutely struggling with the dark matters, taranza, jamba heart, moon mask and fecto forgo?

Thank you!

They are going to drag him all across Popstar...

[vitamaeternum]

I now own the house, perhaps I shall get a roommate for the purposes of cutting my mortgage in half.

[iholli]

trying desperately to keep it together knowing all I'm doing is slapping flextape over holes in the Titanic and having absolutely no one to ask for help 👌

[bitepilled]

Whatever you mean by this

de una forma una mini pimer es como una cinturonga …

[liberty1776]

Waterproofing My Life With FLEX TAPE - JonTron

[diobuonoperche]

everyday temu shows me ads for the most useless garbage humanity could come up with

[leelubell]

Oh I’m super good at home repair projects.

I totally didn’t just spend 3 hours failing to replace a sink sprayer hose.

For sure I didn’t end up having to reattach the old hose.

I also didn’t further ruin that old hose while trying to replace it.

It’s not covered in tape right now.

I definitely didn’t make things worse.

[shotmrmiller]

fwb! ghost brainrot ive officially decided its gotta turn into ghoap x reader or im gonna eat my flextape. hopefully i can connect this one to the first one. team fix your plotholes or else, perra.

Fwb! Simon who just turned exclusive doesn’t want anyone to know about the two of you. Can’t say it doesn’t sting but as he said, you asked for a fuck, not a boyfriend. You understand because you aren’t sure Johnny would take too kindly to his best friend being disrespected in bed by someone he knows is a bonafide manwhore. 

So when Johnny pulls a pretty woman at the bar y'all are in, he also brings her friend for Simon, and that makes you prickle with jealousy. With a huff, you turn to face the crowd— away from the bitch putting her manicured hands on Simon. You’d like to believe that he is reciprocating her attention because if he doesn’t, Johnny would find it suspicious. But the way he wraps his arm around her waist, flirting back so effortlessly, reminds you of his ways. Of how he is.

Simon isn’t stupid. He wasn’t a part of the elite force Johnny’s in only because of his brawn. He was also brain. And that infuriates you. Talking to Simon is like dealing with a fucking genie.  Better be specific to the minute detail or anything that’s left to assumption is free game. 

Grabbing Johnny’s forearm to get his attention, he doesn’t look at you— too busy sweet-talking his next conquest, so you dig your nails into his skin. You see him wince and pull away roughly to sneer at the offender, but then his features smooth out instantly, once he realizes it’s you. Ice-blue eyes slightly unfocused from the alcohol in his system, yet it feels like all he can see is you. His reaction makes your heart skip a beat, how quickly he ignores everything around him— puts everything on the backburner if you need something from him. You can't help the pleased smile that curls your lips at the realization.

“Hey, Johnny boy. I’ma go pay the tab,” and then you flick your eyes to the woman, “ do not leave without me.” 

“Dinnae worry, hen, as if I’d ever leave ye anywhere.” Your smile turns gloriously smug when you see the woman look at you in undisguised contempt. Blessed be Johnny, always in your corner. With another squeeze to his forearm, you chuckle when you hear a “Claws in, kitten!” and move to get up when you notice Simon no longer flirting with miss thing, but intently looking at Johnny’s forearm, which still has the half-moon marks of your nails on it. His gaze then snaps to yours, with an almost knowing glint behind them.

You roll your eyes and briskly walk to the bartender, flagging him down. When the bartender gives you the receipt to sign, a voice asks if he can buy you a drink. Sighing, you turn around to tell whoever that you aren’t interested.

“Incredibly generous, but—” and freeze. “Long time no see, eh?” 

It’s your ex. You ended things amicably enough— surprising, for him having been your first boyfriend, first everything, really.  Y’all just outgrew each other emotionally. Hugging him, you exclaim, “Jesus Christ, how’ve you been! It’s been far too long. What’re you doin’ here?” 

He responds, “I was just in town and figured I could get a drink, maybe some company,” you don’t miss the implication of that, but choose to ignore it. 

“How’s that goin’ for ya?”, and then he reaches out to grab your wrist and runs his thumb over your knuckles. “I’ve got you now, don’t I? You look fantastic.” You’re about to let him down lightly when your hand is snatched out of his, and you’re forcibly pulled against someone, strong arm over your shoulders. 

“Whatever ye wan’ with her, the answer is naw. ” Johnny. You smother the slight pang of disappointment in your chest, how silly of you to think it could’ve been Simon. 

“Forever the guard dog, eh, John?” and Johnny’s arm tightens almost painfully and snarls.

“Still around, are ye? Just like a roach, boy.” Johnny and your ex never got along— always a pissing contest.  You have an inkling that it’s because of how close you two were and still are.

Your ex scoffs loudly at him, then looks at you. “It’s your choice, unless you’ve got a boyfriend?” and you shake your head. Johnny pulls you to stand in front of him, both arms holding you close.

“She doesnae. No one’s good enough fer her. Including ye.” 

Sucking your teeth, you sink your nails into Johnny’s forearm, again. “I think that’s for me to decide, no?” and pull at his arms to release you. “You’ve got some nerve, Johnny, bringing me here just to watch you and Ghost—” when you’re roughly pulled to the side,  held down by a much larger body. Simon. Your heart hammers in your chest. How long has he been standing here?

He lowers his mouth to your ear and sternly says, “Behave, pet. The sergeant said no. End of story.” 

When he uses that voice, all you can do is obey. 

“And who’re you?” You can feel Simon stand to his full height, broad shoulders straightening, posturing. Even slouched, he towered over your ex but standing like this, exuding strength and authority, it’s almost comical how large of a difference there is between them two— especially with you in his arms.

“I’m guard dog number two,” and your ex pales slightly. “I’d fuck off,” and Simon points towards the exit with his head, “Now.” He stiffens for a second, eyes bouncing between Johnny and Simon, and bolted—like prey after detecting predators. Not even a goodbye. You don't know if to applaud his sense of self-preservation or curse his cowardice. 

Johnny grabs your hand and leads you out the door, slinging his arm over you as y’all walk towards his home.

“Yer not mad, are ye?” and you keep quiet, he has always hated the silent treatment. “Bonnie—” and Simon cuts him off. 

“Who was that?” and Johnny looks back to answer. “Her ex-boyfriend. Very first one, wasn’t he, hen?” You dig your elbow into his ribcage and hiss out, “Johnny, you dolt! There is no need for you to be sharing that!” 

He laughs and brings your head in to kiss your temple. “I’m jus’ sayin’! Hen, no one out here is worth yer time. Ye cannae be mad at me for speakin’ the truth.” Exhaling, you curl your arm around his waist, going under his shirt to squeeze his waist. 

“Yeah, yeah. Guess I’ll just have to fill the void with you,” and Johnny swiftly continues your sentence. “And Ghost.” 

Absentmindedly, you nod. “And Ghost.” 

-

Had you been paying attention, you would’ve seen the way he and Ghost shared a calculated look before Johnny pressed another kiss a little closer to your mouth.

[mewtwoandme]

Flextape guy:

"I sawed this post in half!"

WHEEZE XD

[cursed-spectre]

I grab my katana and put it in the sheathe and away. Then I head over to Tera. I take off my coat, using it to cover as much of the seeping oil as I can, before picking up Tera and hoisting her over my shoulder as I begin to fly towards the sanctuary. Right as I start, I start a call with Bishop.

- Hey, Tera is in EXTREMELY bad condition. I was gonna bring her to the nursery or wherever people get patched up after attacks, but I'm worried about Kiara seeing her. Any ideas?

Specimen is hostile, approach with caution.

*While I’m zipping around, a red laser dot from a sniper rifle appears on Tera’s neck, and shortly after, a dart containing a paralyzing liquid is fired, hitting Tera right in the neck.*

This... does not work.

In fact, it's like darting an elephant with a dart for a person.

It just pisses it off.

She shakes and spines go in all directions, hitting everything from trees to rocks to the ground.

She pins you to the ground with a psychotic smile- and rips your throat out with glee.

By the time she's done with your corpse, it's unrecognizable and she's still hovering over it, mouth and claws covered in blood...

[taldigi]

i've deduced that the fact that ren /akechi can't work is based solely on Akechi once calling Ryuji stupid to Ren's face- wherein any and all attraction and or goodwill drained out of him like a tub of water before the flextape is slapped on. Sorry, the only one who gets to call Ryuji stupid is Ren's cat and that's because they've got a very complicated friendship and need to work that out betwixt themselves actually and akechi sort of threw away that theoretical privilege when he decided that murder is more titillating than friendship- which is high treason in The Anime Dimension

[eldritch-spouse]

I have a very dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde situation in my mind where I want to send in thoughtful and appreciative asks that talk about how much I love the world building and character your works have, but then there’s the other side pinning me down yelling about thick juicy monster tiddies

And I’m afraid the tiddies win 9/10 times

Fortunately for you anon, I appreciate both the Jekyll and the Hyde.

Hearing about how you like one or two details in a fictional universe I slapped together (and keep together using the psychological equivalent of flextape) is raw dopamine, but so is hearing about how you'd suck the nipples off one of these dudes' tits.

[dandy-does-tumbls]

help

@fish-in-ichor’s head is busted. it has been for days. he has insisted it’s fine. Ichor is leaking out of it now. help.

Picture (pre Ichor spillage) for reference

Oh. OH.

OH JESUS- GET THE FLEXTAPE

THIS BOWL NEEDS HELP! THE MEDS, THE BANDS!

[krasytoonz]

Has gangsta Home(Van) ever been beaten up/jacked up?

Fr4nk once superglued + flextaped his wheels to his van sides due to some stupid beef so yes in a way he did get beaten up/jacked up HAISNS

he just waddles instead of driving like a normal van for a week until Eddie noticed what’s wrong with lil old Homie and fixed it