#bloo bee

[personostient]

GASP bloo bee is sooo preeettyyy, may I touch the face/fuzzy fur?~

Bee my guests~

[bloo-the-dragon]

Sometimes when you’re feeling down you just gotta hug a jester

[cero-sleep]

I won’t explain

:0

[writers-potion]

Do you have any nicknames? Not stereotypical ones like “honey, sweetie”, but ones that maybe a character won’t like at first but grows to love??

Charcter Nickname Ideas

Hmmm this is actually a tricky one to answer.

Each character will have their own set of cultural backgrounds, quirks, strengths, weaknesses and relationship dynamics, which can all contribute to a nickname.

Here are some common things writers do for nicknames:

Shorten their given name. Mireya becomes Rey. Christopher becomes Chris.

Alter their given name. If you add a “y” sound, it implies the person using the nickname thinks of the character as young or childlike. So Alexa becomes Lexie. William becomes Billy.

Base their nickname on a physical trait. This can be straightforward or ironic. The large man is Tiny. The pretty girl named Honor is Bell/Beauty.

Pick a personality trait. School kids might call your main character Sassy Cassy. The con man might be called Prince Charming because of his smooth-talking skills.

Base their nickname on their profession or an accomplishment. So many characters are called Doc, Prof, or Chairman.

Base it on Monsters: ie. Balrog, Loch, Golen, Orthros, Baal, etc.

Base it on Mythology. Lots of authors have used names from Greek/Roman mythology, and readers have loved it!

Here are two personal examples:

Use initials. My name is Junhui Lee, and those who aren't familar with Asian names struggle to pronoun it correctly. So I just go by "JH"

In Korean culture, (1) people's names are usually three chracters: ie. Jun+hui+Lee and (2) We put surnames in front, not at the back of our names: ie. Lee Junhui, not Junhui Lee. Close friends would address each other as "surname + first character of the given name". So my friends would call me Lee Jun.

A character not liking their nickname

Doesn't necessary mean it has to be a funny nickname. They can dislike it because they somehow feel like only their parents/siblings call them that, or they feel childish, or the tone in which the other person says it is too teasing.

Depends on the origin and meaning behind the nickname. Was it made up by bullies in primary school and its just happened to stick? Was it given to them by their late grandparents? The anme

That said, here are some examples!

Vivienne: Vivvy, Vienne, Viv, Vee

Niamh: Nia, Neeve, Iya

Athena: Ath, Thea

Hazel: Haze, Zelly, Elle

Bloom: Bee, Bloomy, Blommer, Bloo

Coral: Cora, Coralie, Cori, Coral-B

Alaric: Larry, Lars

Ulysses: Ollie, Ulie

Adin: Ade, Ad, Bin, Dinny

Nicolas: Nick, Nico, Nicky

Daniel: Dan, Danny, Dannyboy, Niel

Adreil: Ad, Adri, Riel, El

Louisa: Lulu

+ this list because I've been trying to come up with nicknames for my bloothirsty character...

Steelshot

Crank

Rigs

Skinner

Skull Crusher

Wardon

Zero

Ironclad

Iron Heart

Billy the Butcher

Mr. Blonde

K-6

Hell-Raiser

Harbinger

Finisher

I hope this helps :)

[teddyeyeseddie]

Devil Horns & Mary Jane

Virgin!Eddie X Reader

(a/n hiiiii long time no see! Its been awhile but i am so glad to be back and bee bopping around brain rot city with @lofaewrites ! boy have i been cooking up some stuff in the kitchen for you guys! here’s my attempt at willing summer away, i mean it's practically halloween, right?)

“For the last time I am not driving you to some haunted woods all the way in bum-fuck Indiana,” Eddie shouts, settling in on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. 

“Eddie, please,” Dustin begs, plopping down beside him, grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulder and shaking it. 

“Yeah, please Eddie. You promised you would take us to a haunted house this year!” Mike chimes in, pleading eyes looking down at Eddie. 

“I promised I would take you but I’m not taking you tonight, I have plans,” he motions to the TV in front of him, some horror film playing at a low volume. 

“Now shoo-'' Dustin's hand comes to shush Eddie, pointer finger smushed to Eddie’s pink lips. 

“I’ll tell them about what's under--'' It's Eddie’s turn to shush Dustin, his whole hand quick to cover Dustin’s mouth.

“Enough of that. Alright kids, load up,” Dusting snickers as he follows Eddie and his friends out of the trailer. 

The kids all pile in his van, Dustin settling in the front seat. Eddie’s hand smacks his as he attempts to change the radio, turning it back to his usual rock station.

The drive takes them out of town to a more rural area, the haunted woods and corn maze stretching for several acres. Eddie parks the Van, boots crunching in gravel as he steps out of the vehicle. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket, withdrawing a pack of camels. He lights one, taking several drags before stopping under a tree. 

“I’ll be waiting here for you guys,” he sends the group a salute as he leans up against the trunk. 

“Nope, you’re coming,” Max states bluntly, walking towards him and plucking the cigarette from his pursed lips before stomping on it. 

“Oof, alright,” Eddie raises his eyebrows before begrudgingly following the group toward the entrance of the haunted woods. 

“Beware!!” A badly dressed clown screams on Eddie’s right, causing Dustin to jump. 

“Oh this is going to be so epic,” Dustin says as he bumps into Eddie. He shrugs him off and straightens out his shoulders. 

The group pushes its way through a badly shredded sheet that is covered in fake blood, Eddie chuckles nervously to himself before entering through the “Gates of Hell”.

They walk for a bit through the woods, witches and zombies popping out periodically to try and get a rise out of the group. Eddie usually sees it coming, but still jumping at the inevitable scare. 

They make it to a small cabin in the middle of the woods, glass windows broken, Cobwebs stretching across the porch, the whole nine yards. Eddie ducks into the small doorway, being the first of his group to make the journey inside. He feels it out once he is in, the strobing lights making his head spin as he tries to make his way forward. 

Dustin follows in shortly after, putting his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing Eddie to jump. He shakes his head, hair tossing back in Dustin’s face. The group trudges forward, making it halfway through the house with no scares. Eddie is pretty sure the house is vacant of haunt employees. He begins to relax, shrugging Dustin’s hands off his shoulders as he makes his way through the house. 

He makes it to the bathroom where a bathtub sits. He begins to notice bubbles forming in the tub, getting closer to investigate despite his judgment. When he is standing over the tub, something jumps out, right in Eddie’s face. Eddie is quick to squeal, hands taking position before punching in front of him at the mass that just emerged from the bathtub. 

“Fuck-ow ow ow,” he pulls his hand back, shaking it out before realizing what just happened. 

He punched someone. 

He punched an employee. 

He rushes back to the tub, his hands coming to pull the workers mask off to reveal a doe eyed girl with the bloodiest of noses. 

“Shit shit shit. I am so sorry,” He grabs the bandana that is stuck in his back pocket and presses it to your nose. 

You let yourself be held up by Eddie as he walks you through the rest of the house, your mind is so fuzzy you’re not really sure what is going on.

He shakes your shoulder once you make it outside, looking down at you, his face illuminated by the residual strobing lights bleeding through the panes of the broken windows. 

He’s pretty, bangs disheveled and sticking to his forehead, leather jacket broadening his shoulders, pink tongue poking out from between his plump lips.

“Hey, Hey c'mon l-look at me,” he says from above you, your eyes finally focused on his, a grimace forming on your face as you come to.

“Did you punch me?” you question, hand finally coming to rub under your nose, blood painting your fingers. His hand comes to rub at the back of his neck, a shy smile forming on his face as he does so. 

“Yes?” he almost questions, “But, I am so so sorry, I did not expect someone to pop out of there. I’ve never even been to a haunted house before, I just say I like them so my friends don’t think I’m lame. I’m actually really terrified of them? I’ve never even punched someone before, not even when I got beat up in midd-”

“Eddie! For god’s sake let Y/N breathe,” Dustin groans, “Hi, Y/N. Are you okay?” He questions, coming to kneel beside you. 

“Yeah Dusty, I’m ok,” you say, smiling at him. 

“Y/N? Dusty?” Eddie asks, confused. 

“Y/N is my neighbor, it’s how I heard about the haunted woods in the first place,” Dustin reveals, holding his hand out to you in order to help you off the porch steps.

Eddie reaches his arm out, offering it to you. You take it, looping your arm in his as you walk down the hill and towards the exit of the haunted woods.

The two of you make small talk as you walk down, Eddie even lighting a cigarette and offering it to you. You decide fuck it after the night you’ve had and take several drags before giving it back to Eddie. 

“I really am so sorry I punched you,” Eddie says as he looks down at you, “I-I dont like hit women or anything like that, I didn’t even know you were a woman. Just like a mass of moss or something gross like th-” 

“EDDIE!”  you shout playfully, “Stop with the nervous rambling, it's fine! My nose isn’t broken and you got me out of work for the night,” 

“Seriously? No “I’m gonna press charges”? You do know who I am right? Half the town wants to see me in jail,”  he states bluntly.

“You’re a dork,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t think you’d survive in jail so I decided to spare you,” 

“Okay, ouch. I am not a dork,” Eddie defends, eyes trained forward as he walks with you.

“What do you do in your free time?”

“Play D&D, read, write music, watch horror films,” he states obviously.

“See, dork,” you bump your hip with his, smiling as you do so. Eddie meets your smile with a frown, his eyebrow furrowing as he looks at you. 

“Hey, c'mon you punched me in the face. I can say you’re a dork. Plus, I never said being a dork was a bad thing,” you reveal, arm unlocking from his as you approach a trailer that served as your bosses office. He was understanding as to what happened but had to understandingly ban Eddie from the haunted woods for the foreseeable future.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders at the news, stepping out of the trailer with you.

“It’s better than spending a night in jail,” Eddie says, digging in his pocket for his keys. 

“C’mon kids, load up,” Eddie shouts before turning back towards you. 

“Do you need a ride?” Eddie questions as he shoves his thumb towards his van.

You shake your head, pulling his bandana away from your nose. 

“Nah I got it, I’ll see you around?” you ask, “Gotta clean this up and give it to you somehow,”

“I’m sure I’ll see you soon,” Eddie responds. He gives you a small wave before retreating to his van. 

Eddie slides into the driver’s seat of the van, starting it up and peeling out of the gravel lot. 

“Dude- I can’t believe you punched her,” Dustin yells over the music. 

“Shut up, Dusty,” Eddie sneers. 

“And your hopeless attempt at flirting with her, oh my god you were so bad dude!” Dustin laughs at Eddie, his heart breaking a little bit at his words. 

Dustin was right. Eddie was hopeless when it came to women. His attempt at flirting tonight simply bleeding into embarrassing stories about himself. He was sure he blew it, no he was certain he had blown it. You can’t punch a pretty girl in the face and expect anything to go anywhere after that. 

Eddie goes home that night, kicking himself mentally for how the evening went.  He wishes he could be normal. He wishes his brain wouldn’t short circuit when a woman checked him out at the grocery store. He wishes he could be confident in himself. He wishes he wasn’t so fucking weird. 

That’s what Eddie Munson is, he decides. A weird, dorky, nerd. He’s going to die a virgin, he’s sure of it. 

He wakes the next morning with his hand throbbing. He groans when he thinks about how you feel if his hand feels the way it does. He rolls out of bed, opening and closing his hand, wincing at each contract of his skin. 

He ends up running late to work, van speeding down the road as he nears the vinyl shop. He pulls in right at 10, practically jumping out of his van and speed walking towards the entrance. He unlocks the door, pushing inside and turning on the lights. 

He’s busy putting on a record to play in the shop when the bell above the door begins to ring. He turns when he hears it, smiling when he sees who he’s met with. 

It's you. You’re wearing a pink skirt, a cream sweater thrown over it, not how Eddie would have ever imagined you to dress. 

“Y-Y/N?” Eddie stutters, record needle scratching loudly as he drops it. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you walk towards the counter, in the light of the storefront he sees that your right eye has turned a bright purple.

“Shit- I’m so sorry,” Eddie rasps, wincing as you tilt your face up to reveal the bruise on your cheek.

“Had to make you feel a little more sorry for me,” you say with a small chuckle. Eddie flashes you pleading eyes, silently begging you to stop messing with him. 

“Hey, it’s okay! I actually just came to bring this back,” you dig into your baby pink purse, pulling out Eddie’s now clean bandana.

“I uh, asked Dustin where I could find you,”

Eddie smiles and takes the bandana from your hand, tucking it into his back pocket. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” He sends you a salute as you back away from the counter.

“See ya around Eddie,”

The next time you show up to his work, Eddie is high. He’d taken a few dabs in his car on his lunch break. The weed really takes over when you walk in. Pretty blue skirt flowing behind you, an oversized white sweater brushing the hem of your skirt causes his heart to do tiny little flips.

“Hey Eddie,” you squeak as you approach him. The bruise around your eye is almost completely healed and the swelling in your nose has gone down tremendously. You look better and Eddie is so happy to see that. 

“Hey trouble,” he rasps, a dopey smile on his face. He walks to where you’re standing, stopping once he reaches you, leaning over the counter. He smacks his gum, elbows resting on the glass as he looks down at you. 

“Trouble?” you quirk an eyebrow, hand on your hip as you scowl at him playfully. 

“It fits, sue me. What brings you in?” Eddie questions, rounding the counter and settling next to you. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms and legs as he looks over the expanse of the store. 

“Need a birthday present for a coworker. He’s throwing a halloween party for his birthday. He’s into stuff like you. Ya know, dorky stuff, metal, the whole lot,”

“Ah, I got just the thing. Iron Maiden released a new album this past month, just got the vinyls and 8 tracks in,” 

He makes his way to the ‘new arrivals’ section of the store, fingers skimming through records effortlessly. 

“Aha, here it is!” he shouts, handing it to you with a bow. He feels more confident like this, high and able to flirt and exist around you. 

“Milady…” he ushers you back to the counter, ringing you up. He bags your purchase, carefully handing it over the counter. 

“Have a good one, trouble,” he says with a smirk on his lips. You wave a small goodbye but stop before you’re able to make it out the door. You turn on your heels marching right up to Eddie Munson. 

“Will you be my date to this thing?” You’re standing right infront of him, so close you can smell weed, cigarettes and his cologne. 

“A Halloween party?” Eddie questions, head ticking to the side as he ponders the idea. 

“Sure thing, I’ll pick you up?” you nod and pluck a pencil out of the jar by the register, writing down your address on a scrap piece of your receipt. You hand it to Eddie, smiling widely as he takes it. 

“7:00?”

“7:00, sweetheart,” 

Eddie’s heart is pounding. He’s sure he’s on the verge of either keeling over or running for the hills. His high has worn off and he’s 99% sure any and all ability to be normal has left the building. His hands are shaking as he clips in his little red devil horns. He backs up from the mirror and looks at himself. Red sweater, black jeans and black boots was tonight’s ensemble. He adjusts the little horns in his hair, fluffing his bangs before walking out to the living room, hands still shaking as he collects his keys. 

“I’ll be late Wayne,” He shouts to his Uncle in the Kitchen. With that, he makes his way out to his van, hopping in and lighting a cigarette to help calm his nerves. 

He makes his way to your house, the ride and nicotine somewhat soothing his nerves. You see his van at the curb and bid your mom goodbye, stepping out into the cold October air. Eddie feels all the air leave his chest as he looks at you as you come down your porch stairs. You’re in that same oversized white sweater except this time it's over a white tennis skirt. Your hair is down in braids, a little halo atop your head. Eddie is pretty sure he dreamed you up, there is no way you are real he thinks to himself. 

You practically skip to Eddie’s van, Eddie getting out quickly in order to open the door for you. You slide into the passenger seat, Eddie climbing into the van shortly after. 

“An angel huh?” he asks nervously, causing you to blush. 

“Every devil needs his angel,” you shrug. It’s Eddie’s turn to blush, his red cheeks matching the horns tucked in his mess of curls. 

You make conversation as you drive. Albeit awkward conversation, but conversation nonetheless. Your friends warned you about this, how awkward it would be but honestly, you liked it. You liked how you could get under Eddie Munson’s skin. And in return, Eddie makes your heart flutter. No matter how many times your friends told you he was awkward or a nerd, you couldn’t stop thinking of the brown eyed blubbering idiot. 

You pull up to where the party is, a house on the outskirts of town. You spot a bonfire in the back surrounded by people, signaling that you’re at the right place. Eddie parks his van on the grass before getting out and rounding the car to help you out. 

You both trudge through the grass, making it back to the bonfire, present in hand. Eddie hangs back while you converse with your friends. You down several drinks, drinking too fast and feeling a little woozy. 

You find Eddie several minutes after you down your second drink. He has a red solo cup in hand, other hand in his pocket as he sips the mixture in the cup. 

“Hey Eds,” You say with a smile. 

“Trouble,” 

“You’re being a wallflower,” You giggle, getting up on your tiptoes to adjust one of his horns. 

“I-I just don’t know anyone,” He shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of his drink. You grab his hand once he’s done, dragging him to the fire and sitting on a log next to him. 

You don’t let go of him, Eddie smiling when your thumb begins to rub circles on the back of his hand. 

You comfort him for a moment before turning to him and beginning conversation. 

“So- you don't talk much do you?” you question as you take a sip of your drink. 

Eddie shakes his head, ducking it down in embarrassment. 

“Hey hey, it’s okay!” you reveal, smiling at him when he snaps his head back up. 

“I can talk enough for the both of us,” you babble, “My name's Y/N but you know that, and I know your name is Eddie,” vodka hits your tongue as you sip on your drink. 

“You’re a dorky metalhead and you drive a rickety old van that smells like weed so I assume you smoke?” you ask as you raise your eyebrows. 

“Deal. I uh- Deal,” Your eyes widen comically at his revelation. 

“You deal drugs?” you whisper-yell, a chuckle rising out of Eddie at your reaction.

“Yeah, mostly bud,” 

“Can we smoke?” 

He simply nods. You get up from your place on the log, hand gripping his as you pull him back towards the van. 

He opens the back for you, the two of you ducking in and settling in the back. He pulls out an old lunch box, digging in it until he can find his rolling papers. You watch him skillfully roll the joint, his hands finally steady. 

He brings the joint to his lips, holding it there as he flicks his lighter. The end of the joint blooms red, smoke flowing from Eddie’s mouth as he exhales. Eddie passes you the spliff, smiling widely at your doe eyed expression. 

You take a long drag, your exhale being cut off by dry coughing and hacking. Your cheeks burn bright red in the commotion. Eddie finds a half-drunk bottle of water and passes it to you. You hand him back the joint and gratefully accept the water, chugging the rest of the bottle. 

The rest of your smoke sesh goes off without a hitch, the two of you giggling at anything and

everything. 

“You talk more when you’re high,” Eddie stops rolling the second joint of the night, looking up at you. 

“It’s hard making new friends. Weed makes me relax and not be so weird.” Eddie licks the rolling paper, focusing on the task at hand.

“You’re not weird..” 

“Says the girl who called me a dork the second she met me,”

“I am pretty sure I have endless passes to call you a dork, you punched me in the face and all,” Eddie sucks in his breath through his teeth, holding his hand up in defense.

“What was a pretty thing like you doing working there anyways?” he takes a drag of the joint, inhaling deeply before blowing all the smoke in your face.

“Eddie? Pretty thing? Are you flirting with me?” you reach towards him, hands meeting as you pass the spliff between you two. 

“I dunno trouble, am I?” he questions, mentally giving himself a pep talk to not screw this up. 

Eddie shifts in his seat, turning to face you.

“Would that bother you? If I was?” Eddie asks sweetly, doe eyes looking down at you. 

You shake your head, your heart races as he shifts closer to you. You’re sure he is going to kiss you, he's so close. Until, he isn't. He pulls away. 

He casts his eyes downward, nerves in his belly rising. 

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” 

“I-I’ve never?” 

“Kissed a girl?” you finish for him, your hand holding his as he nods his head. 

“Well come here then,” You peck his lips a few times, finally deepening the kiss and showing Eddie what to do. He catches on fast, the kiss quickly turning messy and desperate. You're straddling his lap when your hands slide underneath Eddie’s red sweater, a whimper escaping his lips when your cold fingers brush against his middle. 

“Can assume you haven’t done this either?” His eyes are blown wide as he looks up at you, lips pink and plump, cheeks red and splotchy. 

He shakes his head. You cup his jaw in your hand, drawing him in for a kiss before you pull away and whisper in his ear. 

“Just follow my lead,” 

Eddie shudders as your breath hits his neck. His cock is straining so painfully against his zipper and he’s pretty sure if he doesn’t get relief soon, he’ll explode. 

You sit back on your haunches, stripping yourself of your sweater and skirt, leaving you only in your halo. 

If Eddie wasn’t already painfully hard, the sight before him is enough to do so. Your naked body dressed only in a halo while the moonlight bleeds into his van has his mind whirling. He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Because if all angels looked like this, he’d be on his knees every night. 

You giggle at the way he's staring, hands going to snake back under his sweater in order to strip it from his body. You pull it over his head, curls bouncing back to place after the sweater is fully removed, horns staying in place despite the disturbance. 

You start to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt and popping the button of his jeans. You kiss him softly when you dip your hand into his boxers. You giggle when he hisses, kissing his jaw when the hiss turns into a needy moan. You pump him a few times before withdrawing your hand from his boxers. 

“Let’s get out of these, yeah?” Eddie nods feverishly, gangly limbs moving fast to rid himself of his jeans. You draw in a breath when he is finally naked before you. He is so pretty, his cock is so pretty. It’s thick and just the right length, curving slightly to the left, following his hip bone and resting there. 

“Lay on your back,” you instruct, grabbing a random pillow from the floor and shoving it under Eddie’s head. 

“Now, enjoy yourself. Touch me however you want and for the love of god, don’t hold back,”

You throw your leg over his body, straddling his middle. You get on your knees, hovering above Eddie’s cock. You take it in your hand, direct it to your weeping hole, and sink down. You raise yourself slowly before dropping yourself back down, a little “oof” getting punched from Eddie’s lungs. You pick up your pace and deduce him to a moaning, needy mess. 

“F-fuck trouble, I- I’m. I can’t-” Eddie’s hands come to rest on your hips, pushing you down, forcing himself deeper inside of you. You feel him twitching inside of you, cum leaking from you and down his balls. 

Eddie is bright red when you look down at him, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to say something. He’s so caught up in his mind, reminding himself of how weird and pathetic he is he almost doesn't hear you. 

“That. Was so hot,” you reveal, his spent cock now softening inside you. 

Eddie chuckles, pushing you up his body to release his cock, settling you beside him. He draws you in tightly, your legs intertwined, cum leaking from you and staining the blanket beneath you. 

“Have I broken you?” you ask as you trace the tattoos that litter Eddie’s chest. 

“Somethin’ like that,” Eddie groans, lips coming to press a kiss to the crown of your head. 

The two of you sit there for a moment, breathing falling in line as you both enjoy the presence of each other. 

“You never told me why you work at a haunted house,” Eddie says, finally breaking the silence

“Oh- my brother is in charge of all the “cast members ", got me the gig and pays me well. Not really up my alley but it’s better than the mall,” you shrug, leaning up on your elbows to look outside.

“There’s more people outside, do you want to go back or…” Eddie quirks his eyebrow. 

“Orrr…” 

“We can do that again?”

[fluffygiraffe]

So, I saw your Puzzlevision Jr. AU and I can say that he's so adorable! What is his story in the Puzzlevision Jr. AU?

Puzzlevison Junior! Full Lore! CW; Spoilers!

Mr. Puzzles never grew out of Children's TV shows, but accidentally seeing a violent one scared him. That show was why he felt he should cut off his head and put a TV there. He's less violent, nicer, and probably acts more childish. Probably has better intentions, making the world a better place and safer for children of all ages! The shows he'd make the cast would be more story-book, cookie-cutter, happy, and less violent. In the movie, when he realizes Mario has run away, he tries to get him to come back in the nicest way possible, but Mario is really upset with the fact he took his TV time. He'd get his face smashed in, as he realized later he had to let chaos run amok in his channels to actually get good ratings, probably cried (as he didn't want it to be scary). But in the end, he did. Mr. Puzzles would politely try and put them in different shows but get startled when they started being violent in them. When he got the Five Stars, he immediately removed all the scary TV shows, leaving only his channel. The set would be more happy and colorful, think Sesame Street Elmo's World When Mario ruined it, though, he almost began to cry, but he kept his cool and told Mario to "Go into the corner and count to 1000" with a fake parent-like tone. When the cast break out and make their own show, he'd get really upset and whiney, starting to cry as he threw another fit, slamming his foot down over and over as he simply began to complain. In the fight, he'd be dodging the others, trying to be more defensive and he'd try not to hurt anybody. When they get five and a half stars, he'd lose his powers. He'd begin to apologize and cry, mostly about the castle. He "didn't mean for all the bad to happen" and he "promises he'll be good this time." (Note, I'm on the edge of him being redeemed or he just gets kicked away like in the movie.)

All the Movies!

IT'S GOTTA BE PERFECT - Something went wrong. SMG4 was making the best video ever, and the TV had to help him! It's only the nice thing to do! The keyboard would be more pastel, but still, meaty themes that he mostly tried to hide. The meat went awry, and the rest of the movie went normally.

Western Spaghetti - A more cartoony and happy version of a Western place. One-Shot Wren tries to be as evil as the place allows him to be. His downfall was the fact that the world limited his powers, and Meggy was only "knocked out" every time that she should have been killed.

WOTFI 2023 - Mr. Puzzles expected a nice happy lesson about how stealing is wrong, but it went wrong. The episode is the same.

In the end, he looked nervous as he sat down, clutching his knees. He then says "I promise children, next time, it'll be different... Next time will be better."

All the Episodes!

Mario's Mysteries - It's basically the same, except there are no violent themes. Why would there be? Kids shows don't have those! The only time that there are any "adult themes" is when the programming breaks in the TV Time song, in which Mr. Puzzles looks very distressed and worried, though he changes the topic to The Bee Movie. The pipebomb reward was replaced with a kazoo! The Bloo-Skido part was a playground instead, and the rocket launcher was a party popper. When they find out Mario ate the spaghetti, there is a flash of anger in SMG4's eyes, which quickly is replaced with playful cheeriness as the episode ends with SMG4 promising more spaghetti for him.

Once Upon an SMG4 - Practically the same, except for the fact that there is less being mean to the animals. The motives for money are changed to healing the sick animals because we want a good message after all! The SMG4 Witch is less scary, of course, because he doesn't want to scare small children. More cartoony too. The scene where Smg3 meets the fairy godmother goes more like this- The animals still mess up the dress, but while Smg3's eye twitches, he tells the animals they tried their best. Mr. Puzzles comes in with pastel fairy wings and a crown, of course with a tutu. "Hello, dear princess! I'm the fairy godmother and- What in the world are you wearing?" (He sounds more concerned and worried.)

Scooby Mario, Where'd You Go? - Practically the same, doesn't really change much. The robots are less spooky and the atmosphere is colorful. Instead of going to prison for breaking an animatronic, Bob comes out of the bathroom and asks what he missed. Turns out he was in there the whole time! They then get the pizza as the camera moves out, the show having a happier ending!

Mr. Puzzles' Incredible Game Show Spectacular! - Pastel colors! Yay! He doesn't get mad, he gets sad and overwhelmed. Instead of screaming "IN A MINUTE" with a scary face, he simply looks upset with wide eyes. Exasperated, I suppose it's called. He tries to negate fighting, trying to help them settle their differences and try and make up with reasons like "You should always be nice to your friends" and such. Mario ruins everything and Mr. Puzzles has a temper tantrum. It's less "trying to kill everybody" and more "go away! :(" He doesn't actively try to hurt anybody, and the cage he uses for Mario is just a cardboard box. The audience is plushies.

[ugh-yoongi]

fall apart & redefine | knj

(or, things are hard. namjoon falls back into old habits.)

→ pairing: idol!namjoon x f. reader → genre: porn with plot | angst, smut, canon compliant → rating: explicit. minors dni. → warnings: vague prior relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, namjoon is really going through it (a lot of talk about mental health, unhealthy coping mechanisms, identity crises), basically namjoon’s 220721 live happens and he booty calls his ex, when you try your best but you don’t succeed aka when you’re selfish and a lil toxic and trying to be better but aren’t sure how, this is basically a three-thousand word blowjob, so smut warnings: oral (m. receiving), some hand action, one very brief instance of dom!joon. this is basically my yoongi fic in a different outfit. → wordcount: 3.5k → listen to: 5 seconds of summer - take my hand • troye sivan - angel baby • duncan laurence - arcade • bloo - i’m the one • stray kids - red lights • keshi - xoxosos • blanks - lost in the moment → a/n: started this forever ago (literally right after the aforementioned live, so we are not gonna talk about how long it took me to write 3k words) and needed to get out of my slump so i’ve finally finished it. thank you to jess & bee for all of their help, always. thank you to namjoon for posting sadboi shit on his ig stories.

Namjoon shouldn’t have called you.

Because it’d gone like—

(“You know I can’t fix you,” you say, voice so soft. Almost hesitant, like Namjoon will hear your uncertainty and spiral further, start running. Familiar, he thinks. He’s done that before. “Can’t fix this.”

Still, he sighs. Says, “I know, I just…” and somehow it’s enough.

“Okay,” you reply, and it sounds more like you’re trying to convince yourself rather than placate him. Sounds like a question. “Okay, I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page here.”

Namjoon stares at his bedroom ceiling and wonders what page he’s on. Doesn’t feel like he’s even in the book, to be honest. He’s untethered, drifting faster than he can ask for help, faster than he can reach out and grab onto an anchor, and when he’s like this he reverts to old habits. Just does what’s familiar, what feels good, and he knows it’s not fair, knows he always asks too much of you, but everything’s fucked. Everything is just really fucked and he doesn’t know who he is let alone what page he’s on.

“We are,” he lies. You aren’t, but the pain from that mismatch will hurt less than whatever’s going in his head. At least he has the self-awareness to know that much.

You’re quiet on your end of the phone. You’ve always had a penchant for calling out Namjoon’s bullshit: this is just more of it, wrapped up in the illusion of complexity. But the silence stretches on. Namjoon shouldn’t have called you, but old habits die hard or whatever. Every bad day before this had ended with you in his bed, so he’s not all that inclined to change it. Doesn’t really want anyone else there—not just because it’s too much fucking work, but they wouldn’t be you. Wouldn’t know him like you do.

Wouldn’t have that history.

“Is your door code still the same?”

It is.)

—and now he’s here.

Staring up at that ceiling again. Head a fucking mess, so much bearing down on him. This was supposed to be the easy part. Imagine his shock when it wasn’t. When, each day, it’s all he can do to get out of bed. Check his phone. Drag his ass into the shower. Stay awake. This was supposed to be the easy part, so why does he feel worse than ever?

“You’re not eating well,” you say, fingertips brushing over the valleys between his ribs.

Namjoon swallows. Tries to think up an excuse, but there’s no point, is there. He’s laid nearly bare beneath you and there’s nowhere to run. “No,” he admits. “Lost some weight.” His Adam’s apple bobs uncomfortably in his throat, exists alongside the lump that seems to have made itself a home there.

You just hum. It vibrates against his skin, raises goosebumps as he shivers involuntarily. “Still gorgeous,” you say, lips forming the words against his stomach. “Still so beautiful, Namjoon.”

It’s too much. He’d wanted this, sought it out, but it’s still too much. “Please,” he whispers, words waterlogged, and he’s going to cry, he is, but he knew that. He knew he’d be in this bed, powerless and overwhelmed. “Please don’t.”

You hum again. Dare a quick look up at him from between his legs. “Don’t tell you how beautiful you are?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Why not?” The pads of your fingers dig into the dimples at his hips. Dip beneath the waistband of his briefs, stretched thin around his thighs, tug downward. They’re stretched too thin. “You want me to lie to you?”

Does he? His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Sometimes.” He’s fully bare now, might as well play the part, tell the truth.

“What do you want me to lie about?”

All Namjoon can hear is the blood rushing in his ears. The sound of you kissing down his body, hip to thigh to calf, until you reach his ankle and run your thumb lightly over the ink there. Reverent, almost like you can’t believe it. Sometimes he can’t, either. Never thought he was built for that kind of permanence. Never thought he’d have anything that’d warrant a permanent reminder. “Want,” he begins, but his throat is so hoarse. “Want to hear you li-lie about all the things that used to be true.”

That catches your attention. Your gaze is sharp when it focuses on him, the nail of your thumb bordering on painful as it digs into the thin skin of his ankle joint. “And what would I have to lie about, Namjoon?” A crescent moon left behind.

A different kind of tattoo.

So much, he thinks. Whatever the two of you used to be isn’t what you are now, and so often he finds himself caught in all those things you used to say. All the words you used to use to tell him you loved him, and all the words he used to tell you that you shouldn’t. “That you—” he starts to say, but it’s choked off when you take his cock in your hand, the slick slide stealing away his focus. You’ve given him so little and he’s already teetering on the edge. Can feel the streaks of tears on his cheeks. All it does is make him feel worse. He’d asked for this and can’t even keep it together. Can’t even make it worthwhile for you—

“That I what?” He can’t answer you. The words are there, biting at the back of his teeth, and he can’t say them. Can’t say, I want to hear you lie and say you love me. Can’t say, I want it to not be a lie, but I’ve already stolen enough from you. “Namjoon.” Can’t say, I don’t deserve to hear my name sound so delicate in your mouth.

But you know. You always fucking know, and it drives him crazy, how gentle you are with him when he was so reckless with you; how you don’t hate him the way you should. So you just sigh, thumb the slit of his cock just to hear him whine, and say, “You want to hear me say I love you?” He shudders, tries to collapse in on himself. Finds it impossible to focus on both the way you’re touching him and the things you’re saying. Has to be one or the other. Nearly misses it when you just tsk, say, “I wouldn’t have to lie about that.”

A lie, just like he’d asked. That’s all it is, because he’s not brave enough to let himself hope. Hope is dangerous. Hope is how the two of you wound up here, with you between his legs, mouthing at his cock, and him in tears as he reaches another new low.

Namjoon shouldn’t have called you.

Your cheeks hollow around him and the pressure is delicious, on the verge of too much, and there’s the most obscene noise when you pull off of him. Then your hand’s back, stroking leisurely, like you have all the time in the world. “Why am I here?” you ask. Tone so soft. He doesn’t deserve it.

“I don’t know.”

You twist your wrist. “Don’t lie to me. We’re past that.”

He squeezes his eyes closed. Heat furls in his belly, threatens to spread all over, engulf him. Not yet, he thinks. “Habit,” he admits. Hates the way the truth sounds in his mouth, but it’s as honest as he’s willing to be. “You—you know. You know me. How I get.”

“Mm. Know you get stuck in that head of yours.” Namjoon nods, feels his hips leave the bed as you take him back in your mouth.

“Bad this time,” he says. “Can’t se-seem—fuck, baby—can’t seem to get out.”

You moan around him in response. I know, it says. A tap on his thigh, wordless instruction to keep going, keep talking. How many times have the two of you done this? How many times has he come in your mouth as he talks through some crisis, only for you to drag him back down to earth? Yeah, that’s habit, all right. “Everything is so hard,” he breathes. “Everything feels so impossible.”

He tangles his hands in your hair. Needs something to keep him grounded. Needs to touch you just to remember you’re real. “It’s su-supposed to be easy right now. Hiatus.” He snorts, derisive. He’s never had the luxury. “I’m almost 30 and I have no”—he moans loud, unabashed, when he hits the back of your throat—”no fuckin’ idea who I am. How am I supposed to start figuring that out now? I’m so far behind.”

“Are you?” you ask, alternating between long, languid licks at every spot he’s most sensitive and quick sucks at the head of his cock. “You’ve been secondary in your own life for twelve years, Joon. That’s not your fault. Why do you think you need to have it all figured out right now?”

Because not knowing has already cost me so much, he thinks. Can’t bring himself to say that, either, so he just… whimpers. Doesn’t trust a fucking word that might come out of his mouth if he opens it. Grabs onto your hair tighter and tries to guide his cock back into your mouth, but you slap his hand away. “Practice,” you say, finality in your tone.

Namjoon is sweat-slick, chest heaving. Right on the brink of an orgasm that’d have his toes curling, and you’ve just… stopped. He’s not going to whine. Not after he’s spent so long crying already, but he wants to. Instead, his brows pinch, hands tremble a little at how hard it is to reorient himself. “What?”

“Practice,” you repeat.

He wants to rip his hair out. “What the fuck d’you mean? How?”

“Start being honest.”

You might as well have shot him. “I—” I am, he nearly says. Sometimes he lies, like so many times tonight, but sometimes he’s too honest. Can’t stop himself from prying open his ribcage and inviting everyone to come take a look. Yoongi always tells him it’s just in his nature: as an artist, as someone always in pursuit of meaning, as someone who’s desperate to understand as much as he’s desperate to be understood.

Namjoon shouldn’t have called you tonight.

He should’ve called you before he went live and talked a bunch of shit.

That kind of honesty isn’t what you want. You already know he isn’t eating. You already know everything feels insurmountable to him right now. You already know he’s fucking miserable, because Namjoon has always been good at hiding when he has to, but never from you. In front of you, he’s always stripped bare. Always ten steps behind and needy, never on equal ground.

And he wants to do what you’re asking of him. He wants to be good for you, but the kind of honesty you want isn’t the kind on offer. “I can’t,” he says simply.

You click your tongue again, refusing to put it to better use. Namjoon doesn’t deserve it, anyway. Can’t even be honest. “Of course you can,” you answer. “How will you ever figure out who you are if you can’t even figure out how to tell the truth?”

It strikes exactly where it’s meant to. All those fucking songs Namjoon’s written about this: about personas and masks and being someone else, and you’ve just gone and stripped them all away. Took all those fanciful, bullshit words he’s written and set them on fire, dared him to exist as a person without them. Authentic. Namjoon’s not even sure he knows what that fucking word means, so he’s just a hypocrite on top of everything else he is.

“S’different,” he argues, and this time it’s you that snorts.

“We both know that isn’t true.”

His skin is scorching hot when he dabs at the sweat on his temples with the back of his hand. “What do you want me to say, then? You already have some fucking script thought up in your head?”

You roll your lips to keep from laughing. Namjoon has this nasty streak in him, sometimes. Loses his patience and lashes out when he feels like he can’t keep up, like everyone’s long since moved on and he’s only just gotten the joke. So used to being the smartest person in the room.

“That wasn’t very nice,” you say. Bite at the juncture of his hip, at the pad of fat there, and Namjoon can feel himself sinking again. Remembers how it feels to just let go, to exist outside of his body just for a little bit. “Apologize.” Remembers how it feels to relinquish control.

He whimpers when your teeth sink in again. A flashbang of pain to distract him from the storm inside his head. “S-sorry, baby, I’m sorry.”

Then you’re laving over all those bites, easing the sting. “It’s okay. You’re okay, Joon.”

“Didn’t mean it,” he continues, mumbling reassurances you don’t need. “Just—I just…”

When he dares to look down at you, you’re already staring back, head cocked. A question. What do you need? A prompt. Tell me how to help you. “Need your mouth,” he near-whines. “Please.” Your movements are hesitant, fragmented, and Namjoon fists the sheets to stay calm. Doesn’t know what to do with this headspace, that low-frequency thrum beneath his skin.

Still, you don’t give in. Stop moving altogether, and Namjoon whimpers. Feels the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, thinks about begging—knows you’d give in, you always do, always so good to him—but can’t force the words out. “I think,” you begin, filling in the gaps of his silence, nails dragging lazily across the insides of his thighs, “that we both have something the other wants.”

Namjoon’s breath hitches.

“You want me to get you off, and I want you to be honest.” You stick out your tongue and Namjoon stares, helpless, at the spit pooling on your tongue. Watches as it drips from your mouth down the length of his cock. As his vision goes a little blurry, he thinks he’d agree to anything.

So he just says, “Okay,” and keens high in his throat when you finally, finally follow the line of spit with your tongue. You work him over once, twice, and then your soft hands replace your hot mouth and Namjoon’s shuddering.

“Tell me something true,” you say, voice wrecked and hoarse. Namjoon did that. Fuck, Namjoon did that to you.

There’s very little keeping him from coming except knowing that he shouldn’t. He feels delirious. Reasons that all the sounds he’s making can’t possibly be coming from him, but they are, and he manages to shut up long enough to give you what you want. Says, “I still—still love you,” he grits out. Hands abandon the sheets, an arm thrown across his face because he can’t bear to look at you.

Doesn’t want to know your reaction.

But the stream of consciousness is nice—the mindlessness, the freedom, the thought of maybe ruining something permanently. Because he needs to let you go. Can’t let whatever the two of you have keep existing in this limbo, this liminal space. How ironic that Namjoon can give you everything except the only thing you want.

“I still love you,” he repeats, hips thrusting in search of friction, “and I’d still make all the same choices.”

You still. Namjoon isn’t sure if the gasp—so soft, blink and you’ll miss it—comes from him or you. Not that it matters. You’ve gone still and Namjoon finally just fucking said it and what else is left. What else can the two of you desperately cling to, now that you know Namjoon would do it all over again? Make the same choices every time? Watch the tears form and cling to your lashes as he clears his throat and breaks your heart, lets you go?

He’d do it again and again. Break your heart, give you some space, call you up with some sob story. Meet you in his bed. Kiss your forehead at the door but never ask you to stay.

His hand finds the back of your neck. Tangles in the hair there—gentle at first before it turns demanding. You tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything that Namjoon knows you this well: knows when to take and when to push. Knows the thrill you get when he’s beneath you, needy and desperate, but also knows what it does when he plants his feet and takes what he wants.

You’re just along for the ride. Maybe that’s always been the case.

“Your mouth, baby,” he says, gripping his cock with his free hand to guide it to your lips, still spit-slick and ready. He groans, fucks your mouth in shallow thrusts, just enough friction to keep him teetering on the edge but not enough to spill over. Liminal space. “Sometimes it scares the shit out of me, you know. That I’m capable of hurting someone this much and can be this selfish.” A deeper thrust that has his cock twitching against your tongue.

“I love you and it’s still not enough.” There’s the anger. Namjoon feels so many things lately, but anger is always easy. Familiar, like a pain that still lingers long after he thought he’d gotten rid of it. “I think I used to be a person, before all of this.”

Namjoon thinks about Robert Johnson, about this story Yoongi used to tell him in those early days when they had nothing and were nothing, scared to death, staring up at a ceiling they now shared with too many other people. We could just sell our fucking souls to the devil like that American guy, he’d said, if all this shit winds up being for nothing. The only two awake, always paralyzed by fear back then: Yoongi terrified of failure, but Namjoon—Namjoon dreaded the success.

Namjoon had known who he was back then: too smart for his own good, a rapper with a stupid haircut, a gamble some guy with just enough money had been willing to take, someone too young to bear all the weight that had been placed on him. Success would change him; he knew that. He’d be more shocked if it didn’t, with the way they’d all come up. Pit against one another, always competing, always doing stupid shit to make money. Everything had been a game, dog-eat-dog, and maybe they had sold their souls, just not in the way Yoongi had joked about.

Because who is he now, when there’s nothing left to prove?

Almost thirty, more money than he could spend in a million lifetimes, a pile of broken hearts at his feet. Yours, most egregiously. Who is he now, after a decade-plus of a one-track mind? Sold his soul, and now he’s paying the price.

This is too much introspection for the middle of a blowjob, he thinks. It’s not like this happens often. Namjoon doesn’t have the energy for it, the searching and the discretion and the fear that always comes after. Whole life tumbling down like a house of cards because of a signature on the wrong line. You’re safe, just like anger; might as well savor it. Try to commit it to memory while he can.

Not that it’s hard to do, when you’re working him over like this.

It’s been raining a lot in Seoul—wet season, streets flooded, still not enough to wash you away. Namjoon dreams about a simpler life: meeting you for a date in the park, the sky cracking open unexpectedly, the way your eyes would widen and your laughter would trail behind you as you ran, hand clasped tightly in his. Namjoon thinks about the way you’d cup your hands and catch the rainwater. Thinks about all the rainwater you’ve collected and lost.

Namjoon loves you and it’s still not enough, in the same way that the rain will always spill over, disappear through the spaces between your fingers.

Namjoon thinks he might be the rain.

He’d written a song for you once and never admitted it. Funny how that goes: how he can strip himself to the bone for words and still hide behind them. tokyo. Thunder booms, you do something with your mouth that has him spilling into it, and the words he’d written taste acrid in his mouth.

If I could choose my dream, I just wanna stop right next to you.

He’d chosen his dream. Said he’d choose it each time, in every lifetime: there isn’t a universe in which he’d choose you.

(Namjoon shouldn’t have called you.)

You decline his offer to reciprocate. Clean yourself up in his ensuite without much fanfare. Don’t linger as Namjoon redresses and walks you out. What is there to say, when he still loves you but doesn’t regret letting you go. Namjoon kisses your forehead at the door and doesn’t ask you to stay.

(You shouldn’t have picked up the phone.)

As always, thank you for reading! My inbox is always open if you’d like to leave feedback. I’d love to hear your thoughts! ❤

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[futuristic-fire-kitty]

Bloo x Bee, 2 ends of the spectrum meet

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To The Shadows that Cry Witch - Masterlist

Hi! Welcome to the fic that started up my writing again! This is my biggest project, so I hope you love it just as much as I do! It's a bit long winded, so I'll try to make it worth the read! Enjoy!

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from Earth ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

So uhhhhh.. magic’s real. Middle earth’s real. Shit goes down. Bon appetite.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack

Warnings: Violence, swearing, graphic descriptions of injuries, character death (anything else I will add)

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Now available on Wattpad and AO3 (please let me know if links aren't working)

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch

Chapters will now be posted monthly between 5-10pm (UK time)!!

Purple text - release dates

Green text - Posted

Extras:

Behind the scenes notes (may or may not post)

Headcanons - Kíli x oc (to be written)

Headcanons - Fíli x oc (to be written)

Playlist - Part 1 (coming soon!)

To the Shadows that Cry Witch - Soundtrack Playlist

The Hobbit - Before it all began

Part 1 - The Journey to Middle Earth:

Prologue

Chapter I - Go on a road trip they said, it’ll be fun they said

Chapter II - I should’ve stayed in bed

Chapter III - Error: Friend not found

Chapter IV - Hey ghouls, the girls are here

Chapter V - Coping mechanisms my ass

Chapter VI - Ironically Alive

Chapter VII - This is why you don't socialise

Chapter VIII - How it feels to chew five gum

Chapter IX - The Teletubbies could never.

Chapter X - DIE. But first, food.

Part 2 - Settling into the Shire:

Chapter XI - Unfortunate Beginnings

Chapter XII - Not much has changed but there's Wi-Fi now

Chapter XIII - Item: Suspicion

Chapter XIV - Thanks, I hate it

Chapter XV - Screaming

Chapter XVI - 'Time for a shopping spree!' They said, unemployed.

Chapter XVII - I am confusion

Chapter XVIII - Into the thick of it.

Chapter XIX - Beautiful new - BLOO - passport.

Chapter XX - Yer a wizard. Sorry, witch.

Chapter XXI - Interesting Concept. Poor Execution.

Chapter XXII -

(To be continued...)

The Hobbit - An Unexpected Journey

Part 3 - O.D.R: Operation Dwarf Rave

Part 4 - The Journey Begins

Part 5 - Rivendell and the Misty Mountains

Part 6 - Deep beneath the surface

The Hobbit - The Desolation of Smaug

Part 7 - Of Bees and Bears

Part 8 - Jailbreak

Part 9 - On Thin Ice

Part 10 - To wake the Beast

The Hobbit - The Battle of the Five Armies

Part 11 - A downed dragon, is a dead dragon

Part 12 - Gold's Parasite

Part 13 - I will have war

Part 14 - The Ravens

Part 15 - Until the sky comes falling down

The Hobbit - The Aftermath

Part 16 - Amrâlimê

Part 17 - The Stones Whisper

Part 18 - A Proclomation

Part 19 - Calling all Witches and Wizards

Part 20 - Till all are one

Part 21 - The Calling

Enjoy! <3

[redwalltournaments]

This Is A Lot Of Blood For A Children's Book Contestants

It took me longer than I wanted to get this put together, sorry, but here is the current contestant list as it stands:

Cluny: Crushed by the Joseph Bell

Cheesethief: Killed by a giant crossbow

Members of Cluny's Horde: Boiled alive

Skullface: Crushed under a cart

Scratch: Killed by an angry swan

Cludd: Impaled by a large amount of otter javelins

Malkariss: Stoned to death

Gabool: Poisoned by his own pet scorpion

Klitch: Poisoned himself

Skalrag: Arrow Pincushion

Rose: Skull cracked against a stone wall

Felldoh: Killed by over a score of Badrang's horde

Dirgecallers: Buried Alive

Urgan Nagru: Impaled by wolf fangs

Conva: Hypnotized into committing suicide

Piknim: Attacked by Jackdaws

Ublaz: Poisoned by his own pet snake

Mokkan: Chain to the throat/Drowning

Vilu Daskar/Luke: Shipwreck, Drowning

Crew of the Sanya: Shipwreck, Rammed by the Gorleech

Stonepaw: Drowned

Ungatt Trunn: Broke spine, Drowned

Bladd: Burned, Crushed by a cauldron

King Agarnu: Drowned by Riftgards former slaves

Members of Araltum's Groves: Cannibalized

Gulo: Decapitation by shield

Jeefra: Fratricide

Riggu: Metal barb to the head

Gruntan Kurdly: Killed by an angry swan

Vizka: Snapped spine, drowning

Tarul: Crushed between the Matthias and Methuselah Bells

Bloos Apis: Stung to death by bees

Polls will probably get set up properly sometime friday or saturday so feel free to suggest anything else until then

[wakkodoodle]

BOOM TAKE THIS @bloo-the-dragon I LOVE YOU YOU’RE AN AMAZING FRIEND AND GREAT PERSON AND I LOVE YOU A LOT SO TAKE YOUR AMAZING LIL SUN BEE KEEPER BLORBO

[personostient]

Look if you’re going to follow me for art. You’re going to have to deal with the consequences

[bloo-the-dragon]

*slips under your door*

*forces a vaccum sealed bag under your door*

Bee

I'll see ya soon again Bloo! Good morning to you when you read this

bes

[mogai-headcanons]

Cassey Medina is an autistic transmasc nonbinary taylorswiftica eldritchgender tbhgender catrelautian milkaesic darkacadeeric bataesic bloodtastic crypdostaesic twinmattressica mothmangender mothogender newbookstimmic cafeaesic meowsterenergygender mothfascifearic springaesic starryskyaesic cloveraesic pinkiepiealfosic recluminjuric faikepic urbanlegendaesic genderbee mellowapis beesproutaen beegender bloodaesic scemox honeyobstric panapisgender cemeterygender honeycoric syocomfic monsterenergygender sweateraesic strawbflavorin 2b2tgender libraryaesic hembonullcemrip bechillical weirdkidgender emoxcatboy bitaffectic sparklecatgender mascbitch sillycatboygender eurowildcatheric witchcraftium irenematronic shadgender lightmageic pinkgreengender timwishgirlica lemonflavorin aphmaurpfascic acrimoniousGenocidehandlic huntremlowen sc3n34ut1flagic scenecringautic aromantic nebularomantic demisexual omni turian cane user with DID, ADHD, and anxiety who uses he/him, it/its, xe/xem, ze/zir, vam/vamp, bloo/blood, gore/goreself, 🧋/🧋s, 💀/💀s, rem/rems, lo/los, end/ender, ro/rom, prin/prince, ax/axo, deer/deers, doe/does, bee/bees, 👾/👾s, 👻/👻s, frog/frogs, charge/bolt, bolt/bolts, moon/moons, star/stars, hon/honey, yellow/yellows, 🐝/🐝s, bu/buzz, 🍓/🍓s, 🍋/🍋s, 💿/💿s, digi/digi, ⚰️/⚰️s, corp/corpse, rot/rots, ram/rams, void/voids, lem/lemon, aer/aers, pinkie/pinkies, ny/nyx, nym/nyms, ang/angel, cri/crim, lemon/drop, di/dice, zero/zeros, bun/buns, rawr/rawrs, jam/jams, ze/zeph, de/der, glitch/glitchs, mew/meow, kit/kits, purr/purrs, cer/berus, zi/zip, and honey/dew pronouns!

Cassey is matesprits with Vriska Serket from Homestuck, an autistic transfeminine spidergender pirategender piratecoric 8gender dicegender bi lesbian with PTSD and depression who uses she/her, 8/8s, and spider/spiders pronouns!

Purr is moirails with Feferi Peixes, an autistic lesbian fishgender sharkgender watergender pringender gillgender bubblegender sharkfriendic trans guy with ADHD who uses he/him, they/them, blub/blubs, and she/her pronouns!

Void is kismeses with Sollux Captor, an autistic bisexual bigender beegender honeycoric gamergender computergender troll with bipolar disorder who uses he/him, she/her, and bee/bees pronouns!

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[cartoon-character-competition]

I finally have ✨️the list✨️

these are all the characters competing, first two rounds will be randomized, then I will make a bracket out of the remaining competitors

polls won't start until at least this Wednesday as I'm having a very busy weekend and I still need to compile all the images, so in the meantime, if you wanna submit some images to help me out, please do!! images without backgrounds are the end goal and would be the most helpful but finding the images is what takes the most time so if you have one please send them!! you can via asks or dms. if you send via asks I won't post them and anons are still on if that makes it easier. once I get some I'll cross out the ones I have so you guys know what to submit

thanks everyone, and I'm sorry you guys had to wait this long!!!

505 (Villanous)

Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Adora (She-Ra: Princess of Power)

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir)

Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Aja Tarron (Tales of Arcadia)

Aleksandr Kallus (Star Wars: Rebels)

Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Alya Cesaire (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir)

Amelia Hughes (Infinity Train)

Amethyst (Steven Universe)

Amity Blight (The Owl House)

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Anne Boonchuy (Amphibia)

Apple White (Ever After High)

Arthur Kingsmen (Mystery Skulls)

Asami Sato (Avatar: Legend of Korra)

Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Badyah Hassan (Dead End: Paranormal Park)

Baljeet Tjinder (Phineas and Ferb)

Barbara Millicent Roberts (Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse)

Bart Simpson (The Simpsons)

Beatrice (Over the Garden Wall)

Beatrice Horseman (Bojack Horseman)

Beckett Mariner (Star Trek: Lower Decks)

Bee (Bee and Puppycat)

Bender Bending Rodriguez (Futurama)

Benson Mekler (Kipo and the Wonderbeasts)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Blake Belladonna (RWBY)

Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

Bloo (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends)

Bloom (Winx Club)

Bluey (Bluey)

Bojack Horseman (Bojack Horseman)

Bolin (Avatar: Legend of Korra)

Boots (Dora the Explorer)

Bow (She-Ra: Princess of Power)

Bubble (Battle for Dream Island)

Buford Van Stomm (Phineas and Ferb)

C1-10P/Chopper (Star Wars: Rebels)

Cabbage Merchant (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)

Captain Rex (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego)

Cassandra (Tangled: The Series)

Catra (She-Ra: Princess of Power)

Claire Nuñez (Tales of Arcadia)

Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High)

Cleo De Nile (Monster High)

Commander Peepers (Wander Over Yonder)

Courntey (Dead End: Paranormal Park)

Courtney (Total Drama)

Craig Williams (Craig of the Creek)

Cybersix (Cybersix)

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Darcy/The Core (Amphibia)

Daria Morgendorffer (Daria)

Darius Deamonne (The Owl House)

Darling Charming (Ever After High)

Delilah Briarwood (The Legend of Vox Machina)

Diego (Go Diego Go!)

Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

Discord (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Dora (Dora the Explorer)

Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Dr. Saira Bellum (Carmen Sandiego)

Draculaura (Monster High)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Eddie and Venom (The Spectacular Spider-Man)

Electro (The Spectacular Spider-Man)

Emperor Belos (The Owl House)

ENA (ENA)

Entrapta (She-Ra: Princess of Power)

Ezra Bridger (Star Wars: Rebels)

Ferb Fletcher (Phineas and Ferb)

Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Fluttershy (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Freakazoid (Freakazoid)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Frobo (Amphibia)

Garnet (Steven Universe)

Gene Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

George Pig (Peppa Pig)

George Washington/Jason Funderburker (Over the Garden Wall)

Giovanni Potage (Epithet Erased)

Glimmer (She-Ra: Princess of Power)

Goo (Inanimate Insanity)

Grace Monroe (Infinity Train)

Grand Admiral Thrawn (Star Wars: Rebels)

Greg (Over the Garden Wall)

Grog (The Legend of Vox Machina)

Gumball (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Gus Porter (The Owl House)

Harley Quinn (Harley Quinn: The Animated Series)

Hera Syndulla (Star Wars: Rebels)

Hilda (Hilda)

Hisirdoux Casperan (Tales of Arcadia)

Hollyhock Manheim-Mannheim-Guerrero-Robinson-Zilberschlag-Hsung-Fonzerelli-McQuack (Bojack Horseman)

Homer Simpson (The Simpsons)

Hopadiah Plantar (Amphibia)

Horse (Centaurworld)

Huey Freeman (The Boondocks)

Huey, Louie, and Dewey Duck (DuckTales)

Hunter (The Owl House)

Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Isabella Garcia-Shapiro (Phineas and Ferb)

Janna Ordonia (Star vs. the Forces of Evil)

Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia)

Jude Sharp (Inasuma)

Kagami Tsurugi (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir)

Karen (Spongebob Squarepants)

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Keith (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Kelsey Jannings (Bojack Horseman)

Kelsey Pokoly (Craig of the Creek)

Ken (Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse)

Kikimora (The Owl House)

King Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Kipo Oak (Kipo and the Wonderbeasts)

Korra (Avatar: Legend of Korra)

Krel Tarron (Tales of Arcadia)

Kurt Wagner (X-Men Evolution)

Kyoshi (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Lagoona Blue (Monster High)

Lake (Infinity Train)

Lance (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Lapis Lazuli (Steven Universe)

Lemmy Koopa (The Super Mario Brothers)

Lena Sabrewing (DuckTales)

Lewis Pepper (Mystery Skulls)

Libby Stein-Torres (The Ghost and Molly McGee)

Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Lisa Simpson (The Simpsons)

Lorna (Over the Garden Wall)

Luigi (The Super Mario Brothers)

Lunella Lafeyette (Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Lyra Heartstrings (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Maddie Hatter (Ever After High)

Mai (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Map (Dora the Explorer)

Marceline (Adventure Time)

Marco Diaz (Star vs. the Forces of Evil)

Marcy Wu (Amphibia)

Marge Simpson (The Simpsons)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir)

Mario (The Super Mario Brothers)

Mayor Fred Jones Sr. (Scooby-Doo)

Mikey Simon (Kappa Mikey)

Miko Kubota (Glitch Techs)

Milo Murphy (Milo Murphy's Law)

Mingi Park (Infinity Train)

MK (LEGO Monkie Kid)

Molly Blyndeff (Epithet Erased)

Molly McGee (The Ghost and Molly McGee)

Montana/Shocker (The Spectacular Spider-Man)

Mordecai Heller (Lackadaisy)

N (Murder Drones)

Nox (Wakfu)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Odd Della Robbia (Code Lyoko)

One-One (Infinity Train)

Oodle the Doodle (Animated Inanimate Battle)

Orko (He-Man)

Pacifica Northwest (Gravity Falls)

Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Pearl (Steven Universe)

Penn Zero (Penn Zero: Part Time Hero)

Peppa Pig (Peppa Pig)

Peridot (Steven Universe)

Perry the Platypus (Phineas and Ferb)

Philip J Fry (Futurama)

Phineas Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)

Player (Carmen Sandiego)

Poison Ivy (Harley Quinn: The Animated Series)

Polly Plantar (Amphibia)

Princess Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Princess Carolyn (Bojack Horseman)

Radicles (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Rapunzel (Tangled: The Series)

Raven (Teen Titans)

Raymond (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Redson (LEGO Monkie Kid)

Rex (Generator Rex)

Riley Freeman (The Boondocks)

Rock Rickaby (Lackadaisy)

Rok-Tahk (Star Trek: Prodigy)

Ruby Rose (RWBY)

Ryan Akagi (Infinity Train)

Sabine Wren (Star Wars: Rebel

Sabrina Spellman (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Sam and Max (Sam and Max: Freelance Police)

Sasha Waybright (Amphibia)

Scorpia (She-Ra: Princess of Power)

Scratch and Grounder (Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog)

Sea Hawk (She-Ra: Princess of Power)

Shadowsan (Carmen Sandiego)

Sheriff Stone (Scooby-Doo)

Snap (Chalk Zone)

Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbende

Sonic the Hedgehog (Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog)

Soos Ramirez (Gravity Falls)

Peter Parker (The Spectacular Spider-Man)

Spinel (Steven Universe)

Spongebob Squarepants (Spongebob Squarepants)

Sprig Plantar (Amphibia)

Squidward (Spongebob Squarepants)

Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls)

Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls)

Star Butterfly (Star vs. the Forces of Evil)

Starfire (Teen Titans)

Static Shock (Static Shock)

Stella (Winx Club)

Steve (The Owl House)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Stewie (Family Guy)

Stitch (Lilo and Stitch)

Stolas (Helluva Boss)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sylvia (Wander Over Yonder)

T.K.O (OK K.O.: Let's Be Heroes!)

Tendi (Star Trek: Lower Decks)

The Powerpuff Girls (The Powerpuff Girls)

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle

Tigger (Winnie the Pooh)

Toby Domzalski (Tales of Arcadia)

Todd Chavez (Bojack Horseman)

Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Tom Lucitor (Star vs. the Forces of Evil)

Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Tulip Olsen (Infinity Train)

Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Valerie Gray (Danny Phantom)

Vivi Yukino (Mystery Skulls)

Wakfu (Wakfu) The Professor (Hailey's On It!)

Wally West (Justice League (2001))

Wammawink (Centaurworld)

Wander (Wander Over Yonder)

Waylon Smithers Jr. (The Simpsons)

Webby Vanderquack (DuckTales)

Weiss Schnee (RWBY)

Wendy Corduroy (Gravity Falls)

Willow Park (The Owl House)

Wilt (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends)

Wirt (Over the Garden Wall)

Wolf (Kipo and the Wonderbeasts)

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Yugo (Wakfu)

Yummyan Hammerpaw (Kipo and the Wonderbeasts)

Zadra (Tales of Arcadia)

Zetto (TOME: Terrain of Magical Expertise)

Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Memes from a “Stupidest Thing You’ve Ever Heard” Reddit Thread

“Can you email me back the PDF I emailed you? It’s my only copy.”

“It says carbonated because they removed the carbs" “How can Hawaii and Alaska have such different temperatures when they are right next to each other on the map?”

"If earth is spinning then why my front door is always facing east?"

"Blueberry muffins you buy premade don't have any blueberries in them. Blueberries cost too much. They dye bees blue because they have the same texture and use them." "I don't know how you can stand to fly when there's a 50 percent chance the plane will crash. You know, because either it crashes or it doesn't. 50/50." "I don't have an e-mail, I have a gmail" “How do we know it wasn’t just ostriches on the radar that triggered Pearl Harbor?” "Fish aren't animals, they're mammals." “Once had someone try to sell me the theory that the moon is a hologram made by the government to trick people.” "Women have 6 ovaries" “Got into an argument with a guy that thought limes were unripe lemons.” "A guide dogs job is to drive the car for the blind person".

“Back during the mosque shooting in New Zealand and the government there were trying to ban guns, my coworker said that they can't do that since it violates the (American) second amendment.” “I thought Lewis and Clark lived in the 1970s.” “I once had a coworker who believed with all sincerity that twins could only be conceived through anal sex.” "Women can control their periods." "You have to understand, I'm not a vibrational match for car accidents, so we'll be safer if I drive."

“A professor in college refused to give back our tests because "you should know what you did wrong" “My best friends sister once spent an hour trying to convince me that marshmallows grew on trees.” “Women pee out of the same hole babies come out of.”

“Water has memory” “Old roommate said that when the weather app says 50% rain then that meant half of all the rain in the sky is going to fall. Same for all percentages. 80%, meant 80% of all the rain possible would fall, 100% rain? Yup, every single last drop of rain is coming down today.” “"Of course a pound of feathers is lighter than a pound of quarters, duh" “They wished they could go back to the 1800’s to see what it was like in black & white” “Root canals cause breast cancer.” "If we evolved from monkeys, why is it when we see a sonogram, we see a person and not a monkey?"

“Is there anything we can do to increase the speed of light?”

"I thought Greece was a myth like Hercules" “The real reason you can drown by falling asleep in a kiddie pool is because you soak up too much water.”

"I didn't know peanut butter was made from peanuts."

"Australia doesn't exist" "Has no one ever taught you? The woman's brain tells her body if it wants to have a baby or not." “If I don’t finish all my eggs within two weeks I throw them out. I don’t want the light in the fridge to make them hatch.”

“Ok, let’s all just get this straight: north does not equal up.” "I hate croutons. They taste like dried bread."

“If you as a guy wear gold ,you will turn gay.” “Some broad I know, fully and truly believed, that Mt Rushmore was a natural formation.” “I have street smarts because I’m good at remembering street names.”

“I have a friend that believed women didn't poop.” "See women don't poop because it helps them attract a mate. They are more attractive to men if they don't poop." "If you're having trouble learning Spanish, just hire a Chinese guy to teach you."

“My computer keeps telling me it can’t see the printer even after I put it in front of the monitor.” “Africa isn't a city, it's a country.” “Do Jewish people celebrate Thanksgiving?” “Migrating butterflies are a problem because they create hurricanes with the movement of their wings” “When the sun turns around it turns into the moon” ““Do women close their vaginas when they are in the ocean? Water is drawn into the body and you can explode.” “Touching your own period blood is just asking to get HIV.”

“Someone I knew once asked me if cats laid eggs.” "I just love pitbulls sooo much! My dream is to get a blue nose pit and a red nose pit to have babies! They'd have purple noses!!" “You can’t put two dryer sheets in the dryer at the same time because they’ll cancel each other out” "What the difference between a mocha and an iced mocha?" “Clockwise and counterclockwise change depending on where the clock is.” "You only get an STI if you don't wash your dick after sex"

"The moon isn't real." “Birth Control pills can be taken rectally too”

“Dictionary isn’t an accurate source for finding definitions.”

“Japan is the capital of Australia” "Science is just some supposed experts' opinions and like why do their opinions matter more than mine? That's why I refuse to accept Science as facts"

"Norweigan" is a word I made up to trick her, because there's no country called Norwegia.” “I started taking my birth control every other day to save money”

"what's beef? Oh what? Thats cow? That's not a different type of meat?"

“Panama? That’s in Europe right?”

“Panda Express is where they save Pandas”

“Lemonade is made from limes” “Are chapped lips contagious?” “Did your grandfather have any kids?” "I have 17 bottles of perfume, some people don't even have that many toes"

"Cooking destroys the gluten." "If the moon was really originally a part of the earth, then when it broke off, it would have decapitated all the dinosaurs."

"Don't keep the window open because you'll let the WiFi out"