#chungus draws a thing

[thekingofchungus]

hey! contest entry for @sharkyy599! i love this cinnamon emo nerd who loves werewolves and vampires but also butterflies. i find that adorbs

sorry it took me a bit, i got reaaal busy. but here you go and i hope you like it!

[iszaranothere]

Dialogue prompts but they're things the GameGrumps have said: The Sequel

Since you seemed to like the first one, I present you more GameGrumps quotes to use for all your writerly needs. I'd once again like to remind you that, should you use any of the prompts from this list or the previous one, by all means @ me. I would genuinly love to see it. I've already read one story that used not one, but three quotes and it was a pleasure to read. The next writer to use one of these prompts receives a free virtual hug btw.

Clean quotes

"That reminds me of a dream I had where I was kissing y- …a girl."

"His head is weird."

"What if there was like a soup that was really good that was made with pee, would you eat it?"

"Like, comment and survive."

"I wanna go out as I lived: fully monetized."

"Mhmmmm, funny joke."

"I can see my whole big Chungus in this!"

"It's a hat, or a boat!"

"You didn't even savor the peelies!"

"LOOK AT ME!"

"Somebody get this dead armadillo off my head."

"Who doesn't have their dad's number in their phone!?"

"Does Bruno Mars is gay?"

"Consume prilosec!"

"Spider punch! Spider kiss?"

"God, why did I even born?"

"I got her a tea set so she could have tea with all her friends. NOT ME OBVIOUSLY."

"Take this, take this, take this."

"Everything just has to be done so carefull- NOOO!"

"What is this, some kind of angel? I don't want religion in my game."

"I think I'm still emotionally recovering, and you should never have to say that about a meal."

"Are you ready to go on a butthole-sniffin' adventure? Come on!"

Vulgar quotes

"You gotta warn me, because I was just about to yell "remember who made you cum" and how embarassing would that have been."

(sing-songy) "Looks like you've got a baby penis." 🎶

"Are you nude???"

"He used his fuck move."

"Oh, go fuck yourself trivia boy."

"Dude, what if we just fucked one day?"

"I think I sharted myself."

"You've gotta make a statement! You gotta draw a fucking line in the sand, dude! You have to look inside yourself and say, "What was I willing to put up with today?" NOT FUCKING THIS."

"Why do you keep jumping around all the time? YOU FUCKING FREAK! YOU'RE A FREAK!"

"I am in love with you! I want to put my face between your boobs!"

"Wendy's: suck it down and poop like a regular man."

"This game is a bunch of poopy ass dicks covered in chocolate fesces."

"Show me your math dick. I wanna suck it."

"Daddy's little slut wants a dare."

[devilsrecreation]

More previous gen oc’s cuz I love lore and worldbuilding

Kujivunia(brag)-Makuu’s lovely mother and a good friend of Pua; A great fighter and an even better mom, she doted on her little Makuu til her death and didn’t care what anyone said. Crocodiles usually tend to avoid spoiling their young and prefer to give them tough love. Too bad Kujivunia wasn’t a very good listener cuz she spoiled him like hell, bragging about how proud she was of him (which definitely added to his ego). Don’t be fooled though, she DID draw the line at certain things and whenever Makuu did something stupid, she gave him a glare that would make even him back down. Although very sarcastic (which no one was safe from), she still had a good heart and very much respected the circle of life. Makuu gets his fighting skills, stubbornness, and good heart from her.

She was adamant that Makuu would be the next leader, even telling him that before she died (idk how yet cuz I’m the worst at timelines). Makuu promised to, in her words, “be the leader you’re destined to be”. After a long talk with Pua, Makuu remembered what he had promised his mother and from that point changed his ways so he could make her proud.

She also has this weird tendency to unintentionally predict the future:

-She kept saying how Makuu was going to be the next leader and he did

-Piga argued how Kiburi was going to be the leader and at one point, she said something like “Keep talking like that and they’ll challenge each other in a Mashindano”—yeah, about that…

-She kept telling Makuu to watch out for traps once he became leader. Now that the Savannah Summit happened, it makes sense

-“Pua respecting the Circle of Life? What’s next, a Lion Guard with one lion?”—Guess what happened?

AND THOSE ARE JUST A FEW EXAMPLES. The others think it’s stupid at the moment but years later, they’re like “holy shit”

Mamba (crocodile)-Pua’s predecessor; The cocky, merciless former leader of the crocodiles who believed the world was a hate-filled place and fighting was the only way to survive. Unlike his successors, he cared nothing for his float and blamed any losses on the world and the Circle of Life. Pua eventually got sick of his leader’s poor choices and mustered up all his courage to challenge him to a Mashindano, which he won. Although arrogant, Pua was still a better leader than Mamba ever was

I love to think that the crocodile leader eventually getting overthrown by an arrogant member is an ongoing cycle, no matter how strong the current leader is. Whether they humble themselves or not is a different story (although it seems Pua may have started that trend lol)

Karimu (kind) and Kicheko (laughter)-Chungu’s parents; I’ve mentioned them in my “Kifamilia Means Family” idea where they talk to Chungu near the end. Not much is known about them due to Chungu being a baby when they died, but they were shown to be generous and loyal as their main concern was for Chungu. Chungu inherited his father’s silliness and love for food, as well as his mother’s cluelessness

Hasira (anger) and Nidhamu (discipline)-Reirei’s parents; When thinking about how Reirei was raised, I like to think they did everything right “Jackal-wise”, meaning they fed her well, prioritized her and her siblings, and taught her everything she knows. Personality/morality-wise…….ehhhhhh not so much. Hasira’s a very strict, stern, and uptight mother who never seemed to be satisfied with anything Reirei did. No matter how hard she tried, she was never good enough in her mother’s eyes. Nidhamu was no better, as he was controlling and a perfectionist who would get annoyed over the slightest thing going wrong. He lets out a single bark to keep his pups in order, which is shown to still work on Reirei when they run into each other at some point.

Neither of them approved of Goigoi. They thought he was pathetic and tried to forbid Reirei to stop playing with him, claiming he’d only be a distraction. Against her parents’ expectations, Reirei ran away to start a new life with Goigoi.

Mpenzi (darling)-Goigoi’s mama; Unlike her son, she was very hardworking and intelligent for her kind. Goigoi was her baby boy and she coddled him to no end, believing he could do no wrong. Fortunately, she did teach him to treat his loved ones with the same love he gets, which is why he dotes on Reirei so much. She had the same slight accent Goigoi has

I don’t have any lore for Jasiri and Madoa YET, but what I CAN tell you is that her mother’s name was Athiri, meaning “attentive” or “influence”

[writingwitharlo]

A Secret Language

a/n: MY FIRST ST FIC!!! this took way longer than expected and is therefore a big chungus

anon: steve and eddie with “It’s been a while since you tickled me.” (33)

Tickle Trope Prompts

(Stranger Things; Steve, Eddie)

3845 words

CW: implied masturbation

Eddie liked to touch. This mostly applied to soothing any anxiety his body had no other way of expelling. Whether that was picking at the dry skin of his cuticle, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers, peeling off labels from beer bottles - the list was endless.

Eddie also liked to touch people. Not inappropriately, obviously. Just in small, casual ways. Little touches like elbows and shoulders and knees bumping together in close proximity, ruffling of hair, a pat on the shoulder - that list was equally endless. 

Of course, he couldn’t just go around touching whoever he pleased and for a long time he didn’t even know how much he had craved that form of affection until new people entered his life like a stampede. 

New people who didn’t think he was weird- Well, maybe they did, but they liked that about him. New people, who actually enjoyed spending time with him and valued his opinion. It was still an adjustment, not just for Eddie, who had to learn quickly that not everyone liked to be touched. But Eddie was a quick learner, and surprisingly observant.

So, he noticed the way Nancy always moved back when someone brushed up against her even just accidentally, maintaining a secure bubble of space for herself that she only allowed to be crossed on the rarest of occasions.

Eddie also noticed how Robin hated any touch that wasn’t completely obvious when it came. He had witnessed Steve sneaking up behind her on too many occasions not to notice. How her body visibly tensed when she sensed a presence behind her and the surprised yells she let out every single time, without fail. It took poor, oblivious Steve more than one scolding to realise that Robin did not appreciate his antics in the slightest before he finally stopped.

And then there was Steve. What didn’t Eddie notice about Steve? Perhaps he noticed too much for his own good. Steve, who had never pulled away from any of Eddie’s touches, whether he had planted them on purpose or without thinking. Steve, who let his leg relax enough so his knee bumped with Eddie’s whenever they sat beside each other. Steve, who would ask for hugs whenever a specific amount of beers was in his system. Eddie had counted them. It was eight.

Perhaps it was this mutual understanding that brought the two boys closer together as time went on. The understanding of how healing touch could be, how it could be its own secret language.

It took some time before their touches turned more playful, deliberately placed to draw out a reaction from the other. At first it were harmless shoves and nudges, which turned into messing up of caringly styled hair and tripping each other up when walking, which turned into headlocks and squabbles and ended with the addition of tickling.

The discovery had happened accidentally, at least that’s how Eddie remembered it. Stuck in a particularly secure headlock, Eddie was forced to grip onto Steve’s waist for balance which worked like a charm in releasing the headlock altogether. It wasn’t until Eddie had straightened up that he noticed Steve keeping his arms protectively close, wide-eyed with a grin tugging on the corner of his mouth.

From that day on, Steve easily became the victim of one of Eddie’s tickle attacks about three times a week. Even when Steve tried to fight back or make the first move, Eddie always managed to get the upper hand. Too quickly for Steve’s liking. 

The attacks never lasted for long, at least not at first. But the longer their little game continued, the greedier Eddie became. There was this thrill he got from that kind of contact. Or was it just because the contact was with Steve?

To be fair, Eddie had not dared to tickle anyone other than Steve, besides Dustin on occasion. But that was different. Dustin needed to be reminded to respect his elders. Steve… Well, Steve just made it way too easy. 

Eddie wouldn’t consider himself a skilled tickler. How could he? He had barely had any sort of physical contact with anyone for years. Steve would probably blame it on being a skilled guitarist or something like that, because nobody had ever taken him to pieces the way Eddie had. Not that he would ever say that to his face, of course.

Either way, Eddie craved more. More choked protests, more flailing limbs, more hearty cackles and frantic giggles, more heated cheeks and tears of mirth, more twitching muscle beneath his fingertips. It was addictive and the addiction was infuriating.

Eddie found himself lying awake at night, cheeks almost sore from smiling as he replayed the sound of Steve’s laugh over and over in his head. His fingers itched to draw out more of the heavenly sound, making him restless. Dragging his fingers over his own bare torso just wasn’t quite the same, even if it did still that craving for the time being.

It wasn’t until one autumn morning that Eddie awoke with a sensation that filled him with dread. There had only been about three occasions before where Steve’s laughter had followed Eddie into his dreams. But this time was different. And it was bad.

Eddie lay as still as possible, staring at a dark spot on the ceiling as if it would help. But it didn’t and he couldn’t bear the sensation any longer. Hesitantly, he moved his hand down his torso, following the light trail of hairs beneath his belly button until he reached the waistband of his boxers. His hand paused and after a slow, deep exhale, it plunged beneath the fabric.

The problem was taken care of in no time, Eddie’s brain filled with images of that pearly white grin and scrunched up nose until he was done. He was still catching his breath, cheeks lightly flushed as he cleaned up his mess before getting dressed, ready to pretend like none of that had actually happened. 

Two more times Eddie pretended like nothing happened until the feeling of guilt and shame turned his stomach into knots. There was no denying it at that point. He had a big, fat crush on Steve Harrington.

It wasn’t right. He knew better. A touch was never just a touch. At least when it came to girls, that’s what he knew. So why should it be different with a guy? Nobody should think like that about their friend- their best friend. He didn’t know any best friends that acted the way he did with Steve. Not in that way. He cried when it happened the fourth time. 

Practically overnight, it seemed that Eddie’s hands were sewn into his pockets. The colder, brisker weather was the perfect excuse and he didn’t think Steve would even notice anyway. 

Steve noticed. Perhaps not right away but he did. He didn’t really complain when the regular tickle attacks were reduced to the occasional jab or pinch at first. When they disappeared completely, that’s when he noticed. When his hugs were no longer reciprocated and what was previously a lingering hand on his shoulder, was now a brief fistbump with his arm, that’s when he became worried.

But Steve wasn’t good at bringing up emotional stuff - it was something he was still working on - and he thought, hoped perhaps, that this behaviour was temporary. Three weeks passed until Steve’s patients broke. 

“Hey, Ed?”

“Hm?”

“What’s been going on with you?”

“What do you mean?”

The Munson trailer was cosy and surprisingly warm considering the freezing temperatures Hawkins had been experiencing. Steve pulled one foot onto the lumpy couch, tucking it beneath the other thigh as he tapped some ash from the joint into a nearby ashtray.

Steve had practically invited himself over to Eddie’s, telling him something about his parents having some important business friends over and that he would rather be anywhere than at home. That they had been on his case even more than usual recently and that he needed to take a load off. 

How was Eddie supposed to say no to that? He let him into the trailer, glad that it was already dark out and the lights in the trailer were dim so that any flushed cheeks could go unnoticed. He rolled a joint for Steve before settling back on the floor beside the coffee table where he had been before the unexpected intrusion, writing up a new DnD campaign.

Steve had watched in silence for a while, occasionally letting his gaze wander around the room to see if anything had changed. It felt like it had been ages since he was in the trailer last. Quiet music was playing from somewhere, something slow and calm.

They had passed the joint back and forth a couple times before Steve broke the silence. Weed made Steve honest, Eddie had noticed.

“I mean…” He paused to take another drag, holding the smoke to give him time to think before releasing it with an exhale. “You seem different. Feel like I’ve barely seen you recently. And when I do you’re…” He waved his hand a bit as he took another drag, making Eddie gaze up at him. “It’s like you’re barely there.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and held his hand out for his turn. Only Steve could make things sound so dramatic. “Well, I’m right here, Harrington,” he replied once he could take a drag of his own.

Steve huffed a bit at the reply and pulled his other foot up so he could sit criss-crossed, leaning forward so he could see some of what Eddie was working on. But the lights were too dim and his eyes blurred the letters anyway, so there was no point. He rubbed at his eyes as he leaned back, head tilted back against the backrest.

“It just-...” Steve took a slow breath. “It’s been a while since you tickled me.”

Eddie froze, gaze slowly lifting from the papers before him to the other boy, relieved to find him staring at the ceiling. It hadn’t been ‘a while’. It had been three weeks. That was ages, an eternity. “Okay,” he replied slowly, dragging the word out as if to imply for Steve to elaborate since he didn’t know what else he could say himself.

Of course Steve stayed silent and Eddie’s knee began to bounce beneath the table. “Are you-” No, these were dangerous waters. “Is this your way of telling me that you miss it?” He did his best to sound teasing, sarcastic, as if there was a smirk on his voice when there was only panic.

“Well… Yeah, kinda.”

Not the answer he was expecting. Shitshitshit. Steve lifted his head as he continued to talk but before his eyes could find Eddie’s, he was already focusing on his papers again, scribbling away as if he were writing real words. 

“But other stuff, too. I mean… you’re all the way over there-”

“I can’t write from the couch,” Eddie argued quickly, which was the truth. It had not stopped him from abandoning his task to join Steve for a smoke in the past though. He seemed to remember the joint in his hand and took one last long drag to finish it off, holding the smoke in for as long as he could. 

“Alright, well… You made Dustin sit between us when we went to see Star Trek.” Eddie could feel Steve’s eyes on him and he was becoming hot under his gaze. He did do that, there was no denying it. 

“And you refused to get in the front seat when I dropped you off after your last DnD session. The last four DnD sessions, actually. And you know how much I hate having Max in the front.” Eddie lifted his head again, just as slowly as before only to find Steve pouting at him. Damn, he looked cute. Close to a petulant child but still cute.

Eddie’s face was hot from his neck all the way to his ears, which were luckily hidden by his hair. 

“So, what is it?”

Eddie blinked. “What’s what?”

“What’s been going on with you?”

Eddie was backed into the corner and he could feel it. Shitshitshit. Fuck. His heart was racing faster than he would like and his hands were starting to become clammy. “N-Nothing.” He got to his feet, mumbling a quick ‘I need a drink’ as he shuffled over to the fridge.

The light cast a dim glow onto Eddie’s face and just for a few moments he closed his eyes, allowing the cooled air to hit his burning face before grabbing a can of coke. He shut the door, ready to turn back when he bumped into something solid beside him. Steve. 

“Are you avoiding me?” There was something hurt in Steve’s voice and it broke Eddie’s heart.

“N-No.” His feet moved back slightly, the proximity too overwhelming for the moment. “I’m not avoiding you.” It was a lie. This time he was physically backed into a corner, the edge of the kitchenette counter making contact as he took another small step back. 

Steve’s head tilted to the side, hands coming to rest on his hips. “Okay. Then what about all the things I just said? Because I didn’t make them up?” Curse Steve’s stubbornness.

Eddie tried to act casual, leaning back against the counter as he picked at the tab of the can, never even opening it. “It’s not-... I- I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.” That wasn’t a lie.

Steve frowned. At least Eddie imagened a frown in the pause that followed. He wasn’t exactly looking at Steve’s face. “What people?”

“You know, just-” He waved his hand uselessly. “People.”

There was another pause. “No. I don’t know.”

Eddie sighed and shook his head, about to head back over to the coffee table. “Just forget it-” But as he was about to take a step forward, so did Steve, forcing him back against the counter. 

“Why won’t you tell me?” Eddie was expecting some annoyance but as his eyes flickered up to the face that was so much closer now, all he saw was hurt, and concern -  creased brows and worry.

“I-... I uhm…” Eddie felt hot again. He swallowed and he was sure Steve could hear it. He wanted to look anywhere but at Steve but his eyes wouldn’t tear away. “I don’t-”

“I have ways of making you talk, you know?” Steve’s head tilted to the side again. The concern was fighting against something trying to take its place. And was that a smirk tugging on his lips?

“No, you don’t-” Before Eddie could even finish the words, the room was spinning. The coke slipped from his fingers as he yelped and it tumbled to the ground with a clatter. Blinking rapidly, he found himself looking down at two pairs of socked feet and the grubby tiles of the kitchen. “Steve- Agh!”

A noogie, really? They weren’t kids anymore. “Fuck off, man!” Was this his way of making him talk?

“I told you what I want.” This was certainly not how Eddie had imagined his night to go.

“Eat shit!” Eddie knew it was no use tugging on Steve’s arm. He was simply stronger. One thing Steve seemed to have forgotten was what happens when Eddie wants to get out of a headlock.

One hand slipped up his back so far as it could reach before moving to Steve’s exposed side while the other gripped onto Steve’s knee. It took him one second too many to realise what was about to happen. An indignant shriek, frantic giggles and a buckling leg later, the room was spinning again.

With a muffled thud, both boys hit the ground, their bodies entangled and piled on top of each other. Steve reached up to move his hair out of his eyes with a groan but was quick to snap his arm back down as vicious fingers formed a claw over his ribs.

“Nonono, Ed- Eddie!”

It seemed as though Eddie’s floodgates had been opened. The itch he had been denying to be scratched was gripping him, taking control of his hands as they seeked out the sensitive spots they remembered. One hand at his ribs, the other at his hip and Steve was howling.

Eddie had found a way to half straddle him and half lay on top of him, keeping him on his back despite his useless kicks and desperate protests. Steve’s free hand, the one not protecting his ribs, came up to grip at Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie figured it was an attempt to push him away but the laughter had Steve weak, as usual. So, of course he took his opening. 

Steve’s back arched off the floor when the claw from his hip darted right into his armpit. He bucked his hips a couple times before his silent laughter rendered him useless. Only now did Eddie realise that he was laughing too, clearly enjoying his friend’s misery. His friend…

Eddie’s hands stilled suddenly and he moved to sit up, clearing his throat awkwardly. His whole body was burning, only this time he wasn’t sure if it was due to the proximity or the exertion. It didn’t matter. He moved to a crouch but before he could rise up, the room turned into a blur for a third time as something solid collided with him from behind. 

With a grunt, Eddie landed face first in the worn down carpet beside the kitchen. Luckily, he had been able to catch most of his weight with his hands but before he got a moment to turn around and question the culprit, warmth settled against the back of his thighs. Eddie’s breath hitched and the counter attack began. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, Munson.”

Eddie was mainly surprised by the lack of breathlessness in Steve's voice, having expected him to take longer to recover. That’s all he really got to think about as those rapid squeezes focused right above the back of his knee, firing up the nerve endings all the way up his thighs. Not good. Very much not good.

“Fuck, Steve! Get off, I mean it!” He tried to sound as serious as he could but his own giggly voice was ruining that for him. Lucky for him, Steve hadn’t thought to pin him down or lay on top of him.

With a bit of a struggle, Eddie managed to flip onto his back, which ended the attack on his legs but opened up all the other spots he would have been able to protect otherwise. He wasn’t going down without a fight. 

They grappled for a while, shouting for the other to give up while maintaining their own stubbornness. Steve got Eddie on his back more often, just because he was stronger. Eddie was more nimble, though. This time he brought one hand up between them, fluttering his fingers against Steve’s belly, where the fabric of his shirt hung loosely from his frame.

Steve yelped and flopped right on top of Eddie, who groaned quietly while still trying to get free and avoid the other’s questioning. It was useless.

“Why won’t you tell me?” They were the only words Steve had repeated over and over since the counter attack.

“Fuck off!” The heat in Eddie’s voice disappeared when a smile betrayed him, shoving at Steve to get him off. 

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Munson, tell me!”

“Why are you so stupid?” Eddie grabbed either side of Steve’s face-

“Well, that’s just m- hmb.” and brought their lips crashing together. 

Everything stopped. For all he knew, Hawkins and all of the world had been swallowed up by the Upsidedown after all. But when Eddie finally pulled away again, Steve was still right there, staring back at him with wide eyes. The skin beneath his fingers felt hot, so Eddie released him and scrambled to sit up. “That’s why.”

He can’t help the bitterness that seeps through as he gets up, brushing himself off before heading back over to the coffee table. He slumped back down on the floor, staring blankly at his scribbles as he waited for Steve to run out or come over to hit him or anything. Anything would be nice. Out of all the options he had, Eddie would not have put ‘laughing his ass off’ on the list.

Except, that was exactly what happened. It started with a couple chuckles at first and quickly grew to full on hysterics. Eddie’s brows furrowed together in confusion. He couldn’t see the other boy from his spot on the floor. All he could see was a mop of brown hair on the floor just past the counter. 

“Eddie!” Steve called out when he got enough air in his lungs but Eddie refused to answer, just watching the mop of hair move until he was fully out of sight. There was a groan and an attempt at composure before Steve came into view again. Slowly, he lifted himself to his feet, gripping the counter for support as the occasional wave of laughter still shook through him, making it hard to stay upright. 

“Eddie.” Steve wiped at his teary eyes before spotting the other over on the floor, slowly staggering over towards him. 

Eddie tried to remain as still as possible despite his trembling, hoping silently that Steve might not see him and just decide to go home. He continued to hope even when Steve was already coming to crouch beside him.

Eddie’s brows stayed furrowed, eyes slightly widened as he tried to see as much as possible in the dim light. Steve just stared at him with that goofy grin of his, the one he only wore when he had given up on trying to stop smiling. “What?” Eddie asked, trying to sound annoyed or at least impassive.

Steve blinked, his head tilting to the side like a curious puppy with his warm eyes sparkling in the dark. “You’re an idiot.” Before Eddie could ask what he meant, lips were against his again, softer and less forced than his but still eager.

Eddie couldn’t comprehend. Perhaps he was too high to comprehend and it didn’t matter. All he knew was that Steve hadn’t run out or tried to beat him up but rather came back for more. There were so many unformed questions swirling around in his mind, all of which he refused to acknowledge as he gripped onto Steve’s shirt.

A loud bang made the two fly away from each other. They looked around, panicked and confused before realising what had happened. Their eyes met and this time, both of them fell into hysterical laughter, gripping the other for support as tears filled their eyes that were impossible to hold back.

The can of coke Eddie had dropped had chosen that exact moment to explode on them, the carbonation bursting through the weakened seal that Eddie had fiddled with. 

Almost symbolically, with the release of the carbonation, all tension between the two boys had vanished. 

[pap3rcherry]

Hi! I love your stories! And I wanted to ask if you could do smg3 x reader who lost their memories during the puzzlevission arc (should I call it that?)

If you don't feel comfortable with this request, feel free to ignore it :)

Have great day/evening/night!!

୨୧ THE 30TH ✮⋆˙

SMG3 X READER WHO LOST THEIR MEMORIES

A/N: Yay!!! i love this man bro, smg3 is such a babygirl, it makes me so frustrated that there so little fics of him, LIKE FEED US WITH THIS SHORT OBESE CHUNGUS MAN‼️‼️‼️

Type: Angst, Hcs, romantic

Tw: mentions of depression, i tried making this as sad as possible

Song recommendation: Birds dont sing

୨୧ Smg3 was so relieved when everything ended well, everyone was okay, the chaos was over! The first thing that smg3 did when everything was over was run to you and hug you, relieved that you were okay.

୨୧ ...only to be met with a "who are you? what is happening?" from you, caughting him totally off guard and making him slowly more and more shocked and disturbed the second he realized what that could mean.

୨୧ He hates Puzzles with every ounce of his being,SMG4 didnt even need to smash the TV with Luigi meat mallet, Smg3 destroyed that TV himself, reducing it to shards in mere seconds, all out of pure hatred for what he done to you.

୨୧ He couldnt believe it, you were just playing around right? you didnt really mean that, it was just a stupid prank you were pulling on him... right?! he shaked you by the shoulders desperately, asking if you were joking and to stop playing around, but his fear were sadly confirmed when you said you didnt knew what he was talking about.

୨୧ This man would be in severe denial once he realizes what happened, thinking you were just being a silly goof ball, when in reality you didnt even remember who u were or where you were, everything in ur mind was just... static

୨୧ The crew would let him live in his fantasy for a while, in hopes for him to fall into reality himself, while trying to get you to have your memories back, but nothing would really seen to work.

୨୧ Smg3 could feel himself falling into depression by the second, he missed you profoundly, he missed how you would just stick by his side everytime you got the chance, now, it was gone, it was all gone.

୨୧ After some time he would fall into acceptance and try to rebuild some memories with you, try to get you guys happy life back, try to get your sparkle back, so that he could feel your warm and comforting hug, even if that meant he had to win you back again.

୨୧ He would often show you some pictures of you two on his phone, some of dates, others from stupid adventures, or just you two relaxing together and also, some drawings he made of you, so you could at least believe him when he said you two knew eachother.

୨୧ His "tough" facade would fall and he wouldnt catch it, and the crew didnt dare to tease him for it since it was a very delicate moment to him, so they would just let him be and comfort him when needed.

୨୧ He would become extra protective of you, sticking by your side always he gets the chance to, keeping an eye on you so he knows you are okay and safe.

୨୧ Considered trying using his guardian powers on you but turned his own idea down because he was afraid that it could hurt or even worsen the situation somehow, so he would just stick to hope and rebuild something with you route.

୨୧ Smg3's look of admiration whenever he looked at you never left, but instead, his look looked a bit more emotional and sad, while he completed if you would ever be yourself again, but he tried comforting himself saying that he would love you no matter what </3

୨୧ “Even though you dont remember me, ill always remember you”

[duckapus]

Meme Pokemon world means Meme traveling companions for Ash but I've only figured out one so far: Hatsune Fucking Miku herself.

She has a Farfetch'd as her Starter because of course she does, and is on her Pokemon Journey to get inspiration for her music. They met when Ash saved her from a bunch of Team Chungus Grunts (because Meme Pokemon world also means Meme evil teams) who wanted to kidnap a celebrity and hold them for ransom. The fact that the world's most popular synthetic pop star and the World Champion (who is also the Universal Avatar and Legendary Chosen One) are traveling together would draw a lot of attention except they're also a couple of dumb hyperactive teenagers so most people are too distracted by their antics to properly make the connection between Ash and Miku the traveling Pokemon Trainers and Ash Ketchum and Hatsune Miku the celebrities.

The SMGs aren't part of the main travel group since 29 usually has her hands full keeping the Internet Graveyard in line and 30 decided to be one of Professor Oak's lab assistants since staying in Pallet Town gives him a more stable internet connection and he's got that whole Mad Scientist Thing going on.

[pixlerelish]

15 Questions and 15 Mutuals

tagged by @thebahwrites THANKS HONEY!

1) Are you named after anyone? Mostly!  My name is from my aunt’s middle name.  Still don’t know why my parents changed the spelling though.

2) When is the last time you cried? HAHA. Today.  I was listening to a podcast and idk, the main character was just going through a lot.

3) Do you have kids? HAHA. HAHAHA. I can’t even take care of myself, how do you expect me to take care of an entire other human being? And also, (can’t actually find the quote, but) to quote Cameron Esposito “We’re gonna have to order in.”

4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? With certain people yeah, I think I’ve cut back on my sarcasm levels though?

5) What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their hair

6) What’s your eye colour? Blue/green

7) Scary movie or happy ending? HAPPY. Make them happy. If you don’t then I have to in my mind and that takes effort on my part.

8) Any special talents? I can whistle obnoxiously loud. And I can play the trumpet. Loudness is my talent I guess.

9) Where were you born? Pretty much the absolute middle of this country.

10) Do you have any hobbies? Currently…? But I’d like to say drawing, oooo, sewing I used to get mad into sewing. Writing letters and scrapbooking back in the day.

11) Do you have any pets? Groot the dog, Chungus the cat, and a revolving door foster dog, currently Daisy.

12) What sports are/have you played? ⚽️ Soccer, 🥎 softball, and ultimate frisbee 🥏HMM. Is she you know...

13) How tall are you? 5′11′’/180cm for the non ‘muricans

14) What’s your favourite subject in school? All the sciences.  I LOVED physics.  Absolutely sucked at it though.  Biology was also absolutely lit. 🔬

15) Dream job? Never had a dream job. As long as I don’t get micromanaged, I loved all the places I worked, it’s about the people for me.

No pressure tag: @lephantomdelioncourt​ and @lovesickmermaid​ because you’re making me do the other tag challenge to hell(o I love you) with you. @calkale if you wanna get in on this too you can, since I haven’t talked at you lately

[dovahgriin]

should i make these into stickers?

[mask-of-prime]

TLG: Proud of You

In honor of Hyena Appreciation Day, as well as the need to express my headcanon connecting Janja's relation to Shenzi's clan and leadership of his own clan at such a young age, I decided to draw and write a complementary fic of basically yet another one of those episodes The Lion Guard should've had XD Not once have I ever posted a drawing of Janja on here, you'd think I would've drawn him sooner lol

(Also, Sita and Saba are a common name headcanon for those extra unnamed hyenas in Janja’s clan)

Fanfic for this picture below:

Somewhere in the deserts of East Africa…

Growing up, Janja developed a bit of an inferiority complex seeing how differently the males -- especially the cubs -- were treated. The misfit youngsters were treated like outcasts among the clan; slow-witted, easily beaten by the girl cubs, just utterly hopeless in the eyes of the adults, particularly that of the mothers, who would ignore them most of the time. Janja's very own mother, Shenzi, was the coldest with him. He was her only child, a son, a problem.

During a planned meetup with his outcast friends, Janja overheard the adults muttering amongst themselves:

"Things sure have gotten pretty bleak since we took down Scar..." a male hyena said glumly.

"Ohh, you don't want Shenzi to hear that name." a female shook her head desperately, "You know how she feels about the whole thing."

Janja stopped in his tracks and listened to the lower members of the clan. He'd heard that name before, snippets of things about that lion murdering his brother and a legendary team of guardians, and something about one day selling the clan out, why the clan had long moved on from a prosperous land called the Pridelands to become nomads. Nomads with no true place to stay... The adolescent tilted his head for more details.

The male spoke up, "I know, but... remember when he led us to the top? Got the first line of the Pridelands' defense out of the way by destroying the Lion Guard, fed us leftovers, promised us more food when he got the throne? We were set for life when he was king!"

Janja was excited by this news. Too excited. What did Shenzi think was so wrong with this Scar guy? He'd taken off before the female had refuted by mentioning that Scar's faults had led to the gradual loss of respect for Scar's unreasonable unfairness, and ultimately his downfall. Dire information which could've talked Janja right out of a new plan…

……

"He really let the clan eat all of that yummy zebra?!” said a wide-eyed, young Chungu.

“And aaantelopes… Mmmm…” added a tiny Cheezi, licking his lips with his perpetually-always-out tongue.

“More than that, fellas! We was his second-in-commands basically!” Janja straightened his stance, but quickly faltered slightly in thought. He suddenly beamed, “But… What if a hyena was first-in-command? With me as leader!”

Two cubs, Nne and Tano, looked at each other doubtfully. The remaining two, Sita and Saba, listened intently with silence, tails wagging in support. Janja glanced to the side, tilting his head slightly.

‘Yeah… that’ll show Ma how good a leader I could be!’ he thought to himself, grinning at his genius scheme…

……

Janja slid into the entrance of the temporary residence the clan had taken up, excited to tell his mother the news.

“Ma! Ma!” he shouted. Shenzi turned around from facing the wall.

“Guess what?! I know a place we can stay! It’s got food, water, beautiful scenery…” Janja continued, bouncing.

“Where within miles of this place have you heard of a place like that?” Shenzi furrowed her eyebrows.

“The Pridelands!” Janja hopped, “The Pridelands!! We could rule it again…”

Shenzi’s eyes widened at the familiar name. She furrowed her brows again, “Janja, we have food everywhere we go. All the dives we can-”

“Yeah, yeah, but I want a place where we can rest! No more sleeping in the rain, no more thunderstorms, no more bein’ kicked out. I can lead us there! L-Like Scar once di-” Janja suddenly felt a force swipe his face.

“DON’T YOU GO SAYIN’ THAT NAME IN THIS CAVE! YOU HEAR ME?!” Shenzi suddenly hollered.

Janja’s slapped cheek burned, tears filled his eyes. “Ma, I-I didn’t mean to say h-his-”

“Scar was a no-good, double-crossing tyrant, and I will not let no son of mine follow that act!” Shenzi ranted, feeling herself becoming overwhelmed with flashbacks of her failures.

Janja scowled, blinking the tears from his eyes.

“When did you start caring about some son of yours?” he finally said.

He stormed out of the cave into the hazy, orange sunset. Shenzi tightened her lip as she watched him leave, incredulous of his impertinence. She never knew it would be the last time she’d see Janja. Her son. Her only child…

……

Janja rallied the young misfit cubs of the clan and marched southbound to the Pridelands over a course of months. They settled in the Outlands for now, brainstorming as they watched the overwhelming amount of surveillance that populated the Pridelands, until Mzingo flew in and gave them the call to begin their takeover, their first move into the Pridelands. Tonight, they strike.

One year later…

Janja had learned by now that Scar was just as his mother said. Scar’s resurrected, fiery spirit had found a way to diminish Janja’s position as leader after he’d worked so hard to get to that point, Scar had rendered him fearful and submissive, and had finally double-crossed him and his clan. Luckily Janja and his clan escaped with the help of Jasiri and the Lion Guard. The aforementioned Jasiri taught him a better life as a hyena. She showed him a now prosperous land that he could stay in, with food and respect for the Circle of Life. It was way better than what Scar had done for the hyenas as king.

Initially thinking Janja to be in the Pridelands, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed searched far and wide until they reached the Pridelands through the Backlands. They were quickly pursued by the new Lion Guard, a reinforcement to Pride Rock that they hadn’t seen since Scar had destroyed them...

“Halt! State your business.” bellowed a rough, feminine voice. It was Vitani.

“Where’s. Janja.?” Shenzi said softly.

Vitani silently tilted her head, as did her lionesses.

“We just want to bring Janja home…”. Shenzi pleaded, with a much firmer voice. Banzai and Ed shared her sorrowful look.

“Wait…” the lioness said, slowly recognizing the faces of the three hyenas that stood before her. She remembered them from her early cubhood, and with the recent help of viewing Rafiki’s paintings on the walls of the Lion Guard Lair. Narrowing her eyes, she took a few steady steps closer.

“I know you, you were the hyenas that worked for Scar… ran off during the fire…” Vitani lunged forward a bit to appear menacing. “What do you plan to do with Janja?”

Shenzi flinched and backed up, not wanting a fight. She was too old for this.

“Look, look, look, we don’t want any trouble with you lions. Not anymore. I’ll find my boy myself!”

“Her ‘boy’…?” Vitani muttered in thought, realizing the implied personal, familial connection. She perked up, calling to Shenzi.

“Wait. Try the Outlands. He’s Prime Minister Jasiri’s enforcer. If you see any Outlander, ask for her.”

“Prime Minister Jasiri?” Shenzi turned to the boys, who shared a confused look. Shenzi slowly turned to the Lion Guard Leader with a sheepish expression.

“...Thank you…” 

It had been years since she’d been thankful to a lion. Vitani gave a short, polite nod in response. Shenzi headed in the direction of the Outlands, a path she knew like the back of her paw.

Vitani and the Guard remained in their positions to carefully watch the hyenas until they became specks fading into the hazy summer air. The lionesses turned and marched towards Pride Rock as their mission ended.

……

The trio took in the unfamiliar scenery of the Outlands. Grass and flowers were beginning to grow, animals actually wanted to live there, and even the Elephant Graveyard, their old home, was looking good for itself. Shenzi found herself tearing up a bit. She never would’ve thought she’d see the Outlands in such a way.

Shenzi eventually did as she was told by Vitani, she asked a vulture by the name of Mzingo for directions, and he gleefully led them towards the entrance of Jasiri’s cave, which towered a series of caves that climbed up the walls of the canyon. The residence of the Hyena Resistance.

“Er, Prime Minister!” the vulture called from the entrance, “I don’t mean to disturb you during a time where you need much rest and time to yourself, but I have Visitors who have come to the Outlands for your guidance.”

Jasiri turned to the vulture. She glanced at the older hyenas and smiled warmly, knowing who they were from their features. 

“Bring them in.”

As Mzingo flew away to give the hyenas privacy, to the right of the inside of the cave, a hyena stood facing the wall, listening to Jasiri and Mzingo’s exchange. He heard a voice call him.

“Janja…?”

The hyena in question perked up, and slowly turned around. It couldn’t be… it was. His mother, father, and ‘uncle’ were standing at the mouth of the cave. They had hope in their eyes.

“...Ma?”

Janja’s heart sank. He couldn’t believe it, his family had come back after all this time, looking for him. However, a picture of the last interaction he had with his mother flashed in his mind. He pouted and whipped his head to the side, looking away from them.

“Why are you here…?” he grumbled.

Everyone frowned, including Jasiri. Shenzi stepped closer, figuring what Janja must be going through.

“Janja… You have no idea how sorry I am.” Shenzi teared up, “I shouldn’t have driven you away. I thought you could very well have been dead all this time…”

“Huh…?” Janja tilted his head, confused at his mother’s sorrowful voice.

“Mijo, your mother and I want you to come home and be our successor one day, we miss you.” Banzai said softly, putting a paw on Shenzi’s own paw.

Janja’s eyes were big, “What?! No way!”

Banzai glared incredulously, “Janj- !”

“I’ll handle this.” Shenzi interrupted, “Banzai, Ed, Prime Minister-”

“Just ‘Jasiri’, if you’d like.”

“Yeah,” Shenzi said a tad curtly, “can Janja and I talk in private? I think a heart-to-heart needs to be had.”

Jasiri guided the two to a quiet part of the cave. She and the rest of the group then gave the two their space.

……

“Ma, I don’t wanna leave!” Janja begged his mother, “Everything’s great here!”

“I know it might be hard for you to want to come back, I was harsh on you. We were all harsh on you… On all of you…” Shenzi glanced away in shame, “Because of me…”

“What…?” Janja’s ears perked up.

“Janja, ever since we took off from the Pridelands, I realized how much I’d been letting myself get herded around by Scar. I was slacking, not taking my job as leader seriously. All I did was submit to his power over the clan because he toyed with my intelligence.” 

Janja’s eyes widened, she said the very name she once refused to hear. He then glanced down, thinking about how much he’d gone through the same exact thing with Scar’s ghost, but that was going to be a hard one to explain. Shenzi continued.

“Once I broke free from Scar’s constant lies and games, I’d been pushing myself to lead the clan as I was always meant to. Just as my mother taught me, and how her mother taught her.” she sighed, “I let myself get carried away with tradition, and I had you and the other boys be treated unfairly. I lost sight of all the people I was hurting in the end.”

Shenzi placed a paw under Janja’s chin, caressing it. She observed how much bigger and angular his face had gotten. He had little whiskers on his chin like his father.

“I want you to be a better clan leader than I ever was, Janja.” Shenzi concluded.

Janja looked into his mother’s eyes. She had prominent eye bags, her face was heavier and a tad wrinkled in some places. Her signature spiky mane had a grayish twinge. It had been so long.

“I already got to be a clan leader, Ma.” Janja finally spoke up, “I learned so much. All I was going for was greed, until I was introduced to something better. Jasiri made me realize the meaning of the Circle of Life, and I realized now how much I preferred that life of balance and patience over fighting for my way through things and asking for nothing but trouble. I guess in the end I did learn to become a good leader, but through a couple of bad ideas, heh.”

Shenzi chuckled along with Janja, pulling him in for a hug. “You learned faster than I ever could, and I’m so proud of you for that. You’ve always been clever, Janja”

They pulled in even tighter, eyes squeezing out tears as their smiles became wider and warmer. Janja was so glad his mother was happy for him.

……

“So, you’re not coming home?” Shenzi asked, walking into the main part of the cave.

“Jasiri’s gotta have her leader of her enforcers,” Janja said, glancing back at Jasiri, who was slowly entering said main cave. Banzai and Ed respectfully followed her in.

“And… someone’s gotta be there for our little one along the way…” Janja smiled.

Shenzi gasped, looking over to the approaching Jasiri. Mouth agape. Her boy was going to be a father!

…She was going to be a grandma!

“Okay, you don’t have to come home for good, but you are still so coming home for visits so I can see my little grandbabies.”

Everyone broke into a cackle at Shenzi’s humored request.

The End.

[thekingofchungus]

"you better not dance like this at the wedding."

"what?"

"what?"

quick contest entry for @sharkyy599's ocs antonio and tomas! adore their story sm, imagining late nights are amongst the few times they can be openly romance eachother, so tomas cant help but get so excited he dances a little worse than usual.

[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

so, I just recently remembered some cursed shit I made back in October. A friend sent Soul Chungus to a server, so I tried my best to make something more cursed. The first of these creations was, Soul Spamton, or Spam Master, a joke fusion between Spamton and Soul Master. I uh, I don't think it's a joke anymore

anyways, hk/deltarune crossover au but spamton and soul master fuse for some reason /hj

i am (maybe) going to draw this abomination. Please help me, why am I becoming attached to it

(also, I'd have replies on, but I'm not sure how to turn them on, cause tumblr says I do but I check under my posts and it says I have them off? I'm p new to the site as a whole as well so I'm still figuring things out, apologies)

[the-warriors-of-dope]

i stumbled across this in my activity feed on an old post:

which is 5000 years old at this point and so the fighting in the notes is probably even older but

and like. I don't mean to be rude but why is it worth your time to get so upset over smth a 13 year old drew. It's literally super fucking old at this point LOL. If I recall correctly 13 year old me DID intend to make this a shipping thing, since I don't use "girlfriend" as a platonic thing being gay myself. However I will admit that's a clever theory/interpretation so if you want to run with it be my guest

in any case, I wanna state here and now that any fighting/drama/whatever you wanna call it regarding shipping monaca with any of the WoH will just be ignored by me. whether you think it's morally unjust or not is not something I need to expend my energy "defending" because honestly I don't care. I think it's pretty obvious the ship isn't healthy. None of the Warriors are wholesome 100 chungus keanu. Doesn't mean I can't draw it for a joke or any other reason. Once upon a time I may have engaged and defended the ship/my actions of drawing it but being a little older, I realized the sensible thing is just to say "hey, it's my blog, I can do what I like, block me."

so yeah. im gonna go eat fried chicken now

[frednought]

ok maybe trying to draw a slightly angled perspective AND a half-assed “”””background”””” at the same time was too ambitious and MAYBE i got a little carried away with the underboob and it escaped my control. maybe!!!

the important thing is that she has a bird and his terrible placeholder name is big chungus

[askmathiaskohler]

Draw dickbutt

Björn & Leon: Damn bro you got the whole squad laughing.

[ / They both go silent for a second, an almost nervous sounding wheeze coming from Björn. ]

Björn & Leon: Not funny, didn’t laugh. Leon: STOP. Jesus. 

Björn: Okay no fuck that that’s creepy. Where’s the eraser… Th-

[ / He manages to erase Leon’s fine, but his drawing remains. There’s like a “huh?” from him. ]

Björn: What the fuck

Björn: 

Björn:  This is a sharpie isn’t it. Leon: BUT I’M THE STUPID BITCH? OKAY? [/ Leon can be heard laughing at the other’s blunder ]

Björn: Hold on, HOLD ON! I got this. Let me get some hand sanitizer or something… I know there’s some around here.

Leon: If you fucked up my white board I swear to god you shitty little ginger twink-

[ / Björn getting out of his chair and walking away can be heard, along with the sound of him rummaging through something. ]

Björn:  GODS! Is that a fucking cum sock? GROSS!! Why is it so stiff? Oh I feel disgusting… Leon: DON’T EXPOSE ME WHAT THE FUCK?... I wonder if it’d shatter if we like… dropped it from really high up

[ / It’s not seen by the camera, but Björn throws the sock at Leon’s face with all the strength a malnourished ginger can muster. ]

Leon: AH- 

Björn:  Well, it didn’t break when it hit your face. Leon: Fuck you! 

Björn: FUCK YOU! Now shut up, I’m looking through your diseased ridden bedroom for the only clean thing you own.

[ / After a few minutes, a triumphant sounding “HURRAH!” is voiced. ]

Björn: FOUND THE BITCH!

[ / He cleans his doodle off, before tossing the sharpie and grabbing the black expo. ]

Björn:  There.. Okay. What was the question again?

Björn:  Oh, Right. Boo! Leon: You suck! Say something funny like Big Chungus or the fucking stock thud sound effect.

Björn: Do you live in the fucking stone age? Big chungus isn’t funny anymore, dumbass.

Leon: That… That was indeed the joke. 

Björn: 

Björn:  … Oh….

Björn:  Anyways!

[ / Björn scribbles on a shitty little pensive face. And once he’s done, Leon does the same. ]

Björn: 0/10. Try harder.

[puropoly]

honest 2am post i guess

(edit: context that i forgot to add: i’ve been in quarantine since march, haven’t met with my partner since then, as well as several friends, and except for 30 min of daily walking my dog to the park, i’ve been living my life exclusively inside my house)

things haven’t been great. But they haven’t been that bad either! this year is difficult for everyone and I’m counting my blessings which are not scarce. My family is healthy and we’re financially stable.

I’ve been struggling (again, as everyone else) with my mental health and regulating my emotions, working as a therapist has unexpectedly helped a lot in the process since the obligation to put my focus on someone else and actively trying to help them resolve their issues plays a huge part in healing myself as well. It’s kind of a mutual process, and it’s very interesting

I’ve been spending a LOT of time in the kitchen as well. I never expected to connect with COOKING of all activities, I’m pretty much squidward in the episode where he burns some fish’s soda, BUT i have to admit I’ve been learning a lot of cool, cheap vegan recipes that are healthy and in general I’m just glad to have learned an useful life skill for when I live alone / with my partner, if it ever happens in the future

Haven’t drawn anything in ages, only commissions and that was...during June, for the most part. I don’t have any interest in drawing right now to be honest, but I hope for the energy to come back, as it usually does

My baby niece is super cute and a big chungus, love her

If there’s something I can give 2020 credit for is that it drove my focus away from superficial day to day stress and place it in reflecting about my routine, and what part of it I’m actually dedicating to the things that are important to me. Y’know, is watching this 40 min video about someone talking about internet drama nurturing myself in any way? is watching youtube videos about facts of the pokemon franchise that i already know helping me cope? should I just log off youtube???????????? (yes)

So I’ve been trying to accomodate my routine in separating and organizing activities according to a) the energy i have for them and b) the value they have for my life. Which consists mostly of spiritual time (praying and metitation have been VITAL), family time, cooking time, working time, and pestering the death note tag with butt jokes occassionally time

And I’ve been doing well- still not happy or energized for art, but ...surviving you know? which is no little thing in 2020

I specifically wanted to give this update in this blog because, again, it is important to me. Some folks who usually DM me I haven’t been interacting with a lot lately, and I’m sorry for that, it’s never my intention to be rude, but i’m going through some rough times and it’s difficult to connect with what others are saying to me in this moment :o( I miss my online presence but it takes a chunk of my energy to be here sometimes - just online communication for me is particularly difficult? I suck at tumblring it’s incredible why are you even FOLLOWING

ESPECIAL sorry to that anon who asked me about the ending of danganronpa V3 ages ago I’M SORRY it is utterly uncomprehensible and a terrible ending and I hate it and it’s not meant to be clear or accessible for anyone AND THAT’S WHY IT SUCKS 

anyway!! that’s all i wanted to say right now. not really a vent post at all, but more like...a heads up of what has been going on in Poly city. And a checking up of how everyone’s doing, which i hope is great

God bless you all and thanks for keeping up with this erratic blog

[getallemeralds]

Explorers of Arvus: uhhhh / 3.23.21

today's notes are different from usual bc. well. you'll see

LAST TIME ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS i broke my sleep schedule and am barely existing so this is fine. we went back to camp vengeance an uhhhhhhhhhhhh we are now going to fuck off into the forest to die or prove a very important point

oh god we forgot to level up

[mgd voice] BOOSTING NYX TO MAXIMUM LEVEL

im so fuckin tired. what on earth am i doing. how do i level again

k is not here this time but instead we've got mae+nii bonking their heads together to simulate 2 braincells and so far it is not working. i might just have to like fuckin, drop out n zzz partway thru or somethin. would be fun to see how chaotic michael makes charlie in my absensce

oh wait i can do d&dbeyond i think. how do i work this again. will i ever remember i have shield

what level am i. level 6? pog. oh shit i think i have a new thing

. new spell

. 3 total 3rd level spell slots

. bend luck! i can now screw people over on purpose (and will probably use my sorcery points FINALLY)

michael is leveling charlie up bc my brain is apple sos

ASDXFKLJFH I FEEL CALLED OUT zec rb'd my most recent art of MaX with "all i know about xem is that leo likes xem a lot that's the extent of my knowledge" THANK U FOR SUPPORTIN ME ANYWAY

there will be less blaseball distractions than last time bc blaseball is now on siesta. however i will still have MaX brainrot in the background bc i was drawing xem

wyatt mason my beloved

OKAY I GOTTA MUTE THE TACO STAND FOR THE ENTIRETY OF D&D i cannot and will not get distracted. we can do this. we

nintendo wii

we havent even started yet and im already incoherent

ok i have made a decision and that decision is that i do not have the brainpower to play. however i do have the brianpower to take notes hopefully! so ill just like. vibe. this will be a first

oh man im gonan pick up Blink. charlie is gonna be a fucking menace to herself and others

oh my god its not concentration so charlie may continue teleporting while unconscious. thorne is going to hate this

[charlie gets her soul eaten by a ring] [charlie singing dragonston din tei at halvkWAIT JORB HAS A PRIZE

jorb got a thing! an evil genius thing! figure man. fugrine. figuring. help

GREEN HAS DIAGNOSED ME AS TIGREX MONSTERHUNTER i love this

my notes are a disaster. this is so sucks

serotonin is stored in the wiggly zoomy jorb camera

jorb: his pinky is the size of the rest of his fingers

leo: he has a disease

jorb: he has a disease.

jorb: that disease is male pattern baldness

leo: [reduced to tearful giggling for mysterious reasons]

LAST TIME, ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS: we've returned to camp vengeance! taure is still unconscious, which is not very great. camp vengeance is doin better tho!

michael, as part of the recap: ingrid is getting railed by her new girlfriend,

first dice roll of the day is michael rolled a 1. good start

OH THORNE IS AN ARTIFICER NOW thorne took a level in artificer!

"...it's like figuring out the right mathematical equation to summon a gun."

group is gonna go check out the statue that we passed by now that we're not WHAT DO YOU MEAN PONK AND GEORGE CANONICALLY HAVE IBS thats it im not looking at 772 anymore

im doing a bad job of paying attention but at least im Present

SIERON LEARNED FLY AND USED IT ON CHARLIE

michael: what do you want to do with your new flying powers?

leo: how many problems can i cause in 10 minutes

guard 1: ...why is the halfling flying?

guard 2: [rolls a 3 on intelligence] i think they can just do that

groundhogs, the real scourge of the campaign

silje and sieron are gonna hunt a big elk. they got distracted and sieron is putting grass on silje's head. i think

WAIT WE'RE ON WATCH NOW FUCK

we have discovered kali's tragic backstory whoops

update i am. too sleepy for this. good nigh everyone

[ and then leo went and somewhat took a nap! solar, normally playing thorne, started playing charlie in my stead. @jorbs-palace, local hero, started taking shitpost notes in my stead. ]

jorb's ghostwritten notes for leo:

help solar is immediately doing a cursed voice for charlie. charlie can do so many crimes

congratulations, charlie is now temporarily immortal!

dwarves can hit things with their beard

kali wants to know if she's legally allowed to bail

she'd feel really bad if she had to loot our corpses for payment if we died.

we have entered the Tree Zone

one of the corpses is now a flamingo (has one leg)

silje has decided to stab the ground. take that, dirt

kali was large size for a second there but then she remembered to not be a giant

"you accidentally deleted my cat?!"

silje has learned naruto cloning jutsu

be gone, thot

oh boy, making an int check to look at a statue! 11! silje is dumb apparently.

hmm. the statue has divination magic. it's also affecting silje.

SILJE LEARNED A 6TH LEVEL SPELL? its only single use but still

you solved my statue riddllllleeeee

thorne forgot to have eyes

its a shame mac and cheese doesnt exist in the d&d universe

wizards are just math criminals (the criminal part is setting people on fire)

sieron crit fails a check but it was still a 9 because of having +8

thorne is looking for what's weird!

uh oh music got scary, never a good sign

hmm. those leaves over there weren't dead a moment ago.

UNDEAD TROLL TIME! rolling initiative

"it's ok, im a wizard, it's my duty to be correct." "wow! waow!"

woooah here he comes

IT JUST DID HALF SIERON'S HEALTH AS A PASSIVE END OF TURN EFFECT?

thorne backed up and cast eldri- oh, ray of enfeeblement. character development continues

charlie is going to just blink out of existence for a minute.

big chungus has grabbed silje and sieron. BIG CHUNGUS HAS THROWN SILJE AND SIERON.

sieron is using hit and run tactics! isn't good at his extra attack yet though

silje is activating bid bid blood blood blood

thorne uses beam of skipping your leg day. troll's legs are now skipped.

michael is trying to determine what a 'clavicle' is

"does that mean the star trek kind, or the bdsm kind?"

charlie wants to cast magic missile.

charlie has vanished back into the ethereal plane mid-taunt

silje has decided to not get bitten today

silje may or may not have stats.

oh, right, trolls are weak to fire! and also we forgot to upgrade sieron's firebolt. so it actually hurts now!

silje is full of knives and blades and does 31 damage in one turn!

charlie shouts words of encouragement from the ethereal plane. a nearby ghost vibes with this.

🎉 eldritch blast 🎉

kali remembered she hates the sun

silje is enthuasiatic about charlie saying "get him cat boy!"

charlie contemplating using fireball to nuke the troll and also the entire stonehenge

charlie has decided to use magic missile instead, probably for the best

the troll bit at charlie SO POORLY it broke some of its teeth on the ground

charlie is too small to hit

accidentally rolled advantage on a firebolt, so got to learn it WOULD have done 29 damage with a crit but instead it missed because it was not actually with advantage

silje has just sliced open its entire back and made a spray of frozen blood! radical. big boy is down!

we have burned the body because we are not stupid. well, we ARE stupid, but not stupid in the way of leaving a body full of necrotic magic around

[dr coomer voice] i think it's good that he died!

we're also doing a funeral pyre for the other corpses that were around. just to be sure.

our loot is: the satisfaction of a job well done

thorne is cosplaying as charlie

charlie has located the direction troll came from! she found the 'the way to sweet loot' sign

thorne is apparently better at survival checks than our hired guide? wack

we found a viking house! it has: mead, a shield, gravestones,

found a gold coin in the mead! maybe it was thirsty

oh theres a LOT Of coins in there actually. 60 gold and 120 silver!

have successfully pointed out a hole in the DM's logic :)

there was a raven! it cawed and left. ok bye buddy

and that's where we leave it! heading back to camp vengeance next time.

someone rated this session a 7.2 out of 10, which is very specific

good night mr coconut