Uuu yeah 💃🏽 🪩 🕺🏼
Fuck that shit
I wanna see you jump
Thats right, I wanna see you jump
Fuck em
I wanna see you jump
Stomping on a land mine
Welcome to the mind flu son
You can have my many challengers
Through the vine
Feeling entwined
High caliber babbler that you might find
One step away from the beggar in your cash line
Claiming that you spit gold
But through the brash light
Sweet it is to lie on the green grass
From the other side
Trying to look in at what he has
Slave to weed bacc
Love girls but leave snacks
Not the kind of stain to be known in your next fax
THIS IS HIP HOP!
All i got left
Through the page I express
"Loving you to the death"
Feeling blessed
Even though it seems like a curse
From the shadows of my heart;
Sometimes I see worse
So i burst
No longer concealing the rage
Fuck a reason the demon's released from the page
()
Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump)
Bruck out dont beat on that chump (chump)
Cos I'm getting sick of getting treated like a cunt
And the feeling is fuck
An' I'm building it up son
So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump)
Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk)
I'm sick to death of seeing her with a bag o' piss
And a train a thought about as empty as my pocket is
Been clocking his hip hop
And his shit sprouting
Don't run away
Still hear my old man shouting
Doubted the world since I first got double crossed
Double headed coin toss
And every triple love loss
But at what cost?
Now I'm right on the edge
Dark pictures in my head
Bish bosh now he's dead
Made me paranoid as fuck
And the weed don't help
At the gates of my destiny
Stone cold
I learned
Its the hell stones, help!
Thunder in from the skies
For the sins I've commited
All the bacc
All the lies
Still high
But I'm gonna be exactly who I am
Start devising a plan
Middle finger to the man
Throught the riddle I expand
Cause we all feel like this sometimes
A prisoner in our own minds
()
Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump)
Bruck out dont beat on that chump (chump)
Cos I'm getting sick of getting treated like a cunt
And the feeling is fuck
An' I'm building it up son
So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump)
Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk)
From a Scarecrow's perspective
@dakota-283 @luna-zylum @bko69er @derflaneur @boanerges20 🤪 Jump Jump by Leaf Dog
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Nail Care (F)
I know I haven't cranked out the LSSR Wedding Fic, but I'm working on it. It's LONG, yall. But, until that's done, enjoy a sneezy nail salon drabble I threw together in a couple hours. I don't do a lot of F snz fics but, here ya go!
The audiobook is on Soundcloud. Here's the link to listen along: https://soundcloud.com/summer-nix-100665606/nail-care?si=a32b8161593b445bac9043cfc8de0a25&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
The salon is empty today. That’s unusual. I never come in without having to wait at least 20 minutes to get my french manicure. Even when I book the appointment in advance. It must be my lucky day.
Ava, the adorably sweet woman who normally does my nails, looks up at me, eyes lighting up under her straight chopped bangs.
“Miss Blake,” she smiles warmly, “you made it in today! With all of this rain?”
I smile meekly, slightly embarrassed that the rain lashing against the window didn’t deter me. “I have a meeting tomorrow.”
“I kid, I kid!” she trills, slashing a notepad with ink before winding around her register to take my hands. “Let’s get you done.”
She leads me to her usual station, the one with small pictures of her kids and a bigger picture of her dog. Once I asked her about this and she laughed. “My kids don’t visit. My dog is there every day.”
I slip into the curved seat and place my hands spread upon the table. Ava begins to arrange the liquids and powders to clean my nails first. Once we begin, she takes my hand, hers delicate but diligent.
She’s halfway through the first coat of polish when she suddenly jerks the brush away. Her grip on my hand tightens, ever so slightly, and I hear a wisp of air from her.
My entire body flushes. My gaze instinctively flies to her face, but I immediately demur, certain my cheeks are already pink.
“Hih-EiiSH!” H-EESH! EEiiiSHHH-ieu!” I see her head wobble in my peripheral and she pants twice, following up with a “Whoa, I’m so sorry!” I flick my eyes up to see her nose wiggle with a sniffle. “My allergies have been acting up something fierce today.” She gives me an abashed look, “I swear I’m not sick.”
“O-oh,” I titter, unsure how to respond. What would a vanilla say? “Y-you’re fine! I mean, you might not be fine. I just mean…I’m not upset that you’re sneezing. Or--” Oh my gods, I need to stop talking.
I swallow, my throat constricting. Ava doesn’t seem put off by my awkwardness. She just resumes applying the polish with the occasional sniffle.
I start to relax again, letting the smell of polish and lemon lull me. I rarely get the opportunity to just chill out, and it’s usually here, with Ava massaging my knuckles.
“H-h!”
My heart leaps to attention, adrenaline thrusting my muscles taut. My head bolts up and I see her lip spasm just as she jerks her head to the side. She forgets to release my hand and the sudden, rough tug wrenches me forward, closer to her.
“Ah-SHEW! SHHHEW!! Shhhiiieeeuuuu!!” The last one scrambles from her clenched teeth and I can feel her entire body vibrate with it through her grip on my hand. Her shoulders shiver and she turns, her bangs sweeping over one bleary eye.
She sees my pale hand cinched in hers and gasps, releasing me to touch her lips through a squeak. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I just had to sneeze so fast--I didn’t get you, did I?” she closes her fingers around my hand and inspects it for any sign I might not be okay.
She wipes away allergic tears with her free hand just as I feel her thumb brush my pulse. I try to swallow but my throat is a desert. “Um,” I hear my voice but I didn’t realize I made a noise.
She lets me go again and starts blinking, her chest inflating and deflating as if she were trying to stop a panic attack. “I’m sorry,” she says breathily. “I’m going to have another one, and I want…hhhighh… I want…” She brings one slender finger to her lips, as if she’s shushing a group of businessmen, and she waggles it in front of her, eyes closed as she gulps air.
“Hnnn…iiihhh…just a--” I hear the last word ‘sec’ as only air before her finger turns into a cupped hand and she jackknifes down, slamming the sneezes into her flawless palm.
“AESH! AESH! AESH!” The first three sound exactly the same. Then her free hand flies up, right next to my face. I clamp my mouth shut in case she can feel how fast I’m breathing as she gyrates her wrist blindly.
“C-could you…hand me tissues?” she muffles into her cupped hand.
I hand her the tissues.
“I’m so sorry.”
I nod and say “It’s okay.”
I feel like a car on autopilot. My body acts methodically but my mind is ablaze. I can’t imagine I look like a normal human as I watch her dissolve the tissues with wet, ripping sneezes.
“Hash! Hag’TSHU! HAGSH!” Her nose arcs up, and I feel myself lean forward, so minutely I don’t even displace air. Her hands shake under the bouquet of tissues. Her lips keep forming and revoking the O of her mouth. “HHh-hhh!”
My heart sets up camp in my throat, my own hands squeeze the leather armrests as I feel heat flush my entire body. With one last quiver, her chin snaps down into the cloud of tissues. “HAEXXSHHIEW! HEIshh! Iiii-SHEWW!!”
She finally comes up, gasping as if it were her first breath of air after a dive through water. “Ohhhh goodness…” she heaves, using the spent cloths to wipe all of her tear-streaked makeup. A thick sniffle grinds her throat, “I’m so sorry. I think I need a benadryl, ughh…”
I nod again, still unable to do more than that.
“If you’ll give me a minute,” she stands swiftly, tissues still feathering her nose, and she hurries to the bathroom, leaving me staring from a puddle of awe.
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hear me out. 😇💤💔🫂🌟🥇 for pix <3
😇 A headcanon about their religion/lack thereof
i've never really thought about it so i dont have any sjdflksdj
💤 A headcanon about their sleep
he usually doesn't sleep unless someone barges into his house and personally tucks him in themself
that's when The Visions happen!! for the Copper King they were visions of the future and for the Archeologist they're visions of the past
💔 An angsty headcanon
the copper king is afraid of the dark and often lights candles to help with this- most folks outside of pixandria don't realize that not all candles represent death so they interpret the simple act of lighting a candle as a threat. pixl has lost allies this way, (it's partially why he lost fwhip hundreds of years ago), sometimes they don't let him explain, sometimes they do. sometimes explanation leads to ridicule, (a king? afraid of the dark?). he's afraid they'll think less of him. but the dark is where xornoth is, the dark is where the visions come, the dark is where he loses himself-
🫂 A friendship headcanon
him and fwhip are besties in every universe. it's inevitable.
he cares about people very genuinely. he isn't afraid to prank and make fun, yeah, but he's also very quick to rush to your aid if you need him !!
🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes
uhhh
🥇 A headcanon about what they’re best at
he's really good at explaining stuff. that's not a headcanon i just like the way he talks and that he's super patient and is happy to explain game mechanics to anyone who asks
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Day 13
Niki’s alarm went off and he awoke to…nothing. Rinne had gone to sleep with him last night but now he was nowhere to be seen. There was no sound from the bathroom or kitchen to indicate that he was still home either. Not the first time Rinne had gotten up earlier than Niki, but it was still strange.
Niki shrugged it off. Maybe there was some important unit leader meeting at Cospro or something he had forgotten to mention to Niki the night before, so he just got up and stretched before making his way to the kitchen.
Sitting on the table was a plate of pancakes, eggs, and sausage, something he definitely should have noticed being cooked. He surely would have woken up to the smell of breakfast cooking. There was a note sitting next to it, which Niki read after putting the food in the microwave to reheat.
Dear Niki-kyun~
Your beloved Rinne-kun has a special surprise for you! Eat up and follow the notes! Kohaku-chan will have the next one.
Rinne
Niki sighed. Of course it was another one of Rinne’s antics, but he’d play along since he had the decency to cook something for him, or at least have something delivered. He quickly scarfed it down and sent out a text to Kohaku asking to meet at Cinnamon in twenty minutes. Hopefully the wild goose chase wouldn’t last all day.
When he got to Cinnamon, Kohaku was already sitting in a booth with two drinks and a card on the table. He waved to Niki and Niki walked over and sat across from the youngest member of Crazy:B.
“Do you have any idea what Rinne-kun is planning?” Niki asked, taking a sip of the drink Kohaku had gotten for him before tearing open the note.
“Not a single clue.” Kohaku replied, sipping his own drink.
Niki read the second note aloud.
“Dear Niki-kyun, you’ve found the second note! Congratulations~ Feel free to sit and chat with Kohaku-chan for a little while, and Merumeru will have the next one! See you soon~”
“Can’t he just be a normal boyfriend for once?” Niki asked, laying his head on the table.
Kohaku awkwardly rubbed Niki’s shoulder to try and comfort him, which Niki accepted.
“Well, I guess I should ask HiMERU-kun where he is. See ya later, Kohaku-chan.”
“See ya. Tell Rinne-han he owes me one for this.”
“Yeah yeah he’ll get an earful from me later.”
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🙌🌂 winston for the ask game?
🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?
he's the oldest of six! not all of them have names but the three i know are Jasper, Marceline, and Sunny !! (if u have suggestions for the other 2 lemme know :3)
🌂 - What genre do they belong in?
imma be real put they ass in a dating sim
(half joking SJDKFLSJ uhh something like breath of the wild i think !! somewhere where he gets to goof around doing stupid stuff and also help and be helpful)
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