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gaybananabread · 7 months

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Hi!!! 💖 If 21 isn’t filled yet for tickletober, do you think you could do ler Asmodeus and lee Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss? The new episode has me craving for some tickle content for them they’re so cute!! Hope you’re well and take all the time you need. 💖

TickleTober Day 21 - New Discovery

Writing this one made me happy. I dunno what it was, but writing the scrunkles just boosted my happy brain chems. I know I’ve been squeaking these in at like 11:50 something at night, but I actually paced myself this week and loved getting this out! Hopefully you like reading this as much as I did writing it. Enjoy!

Lee: Fizzarolli

Ler: Asmodeus

Summary: After a shitty day, Fizz is more than ready for some love from his partner. Ozzie is happy to help, though he does it in his own silly way. After all, what's love without some laughter?

Warnings: swearing (obviously), implied murder (don't worry, they deserve it)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Hell's worst kept secret…

Not wrong, but the title still pissed the pair off. Ever since the kidnapping incident, they had been a bit more open with their relationship. They obviously weren't announcing it; all of Hell didn't need to know that Ozzie and an Imp were together. But around the factory and his quarters, the fruits were showing more PDA and less shitty excuses when they were caught.

The workers knew better than to say anything.

Still, the occasional whisper or snide comment outside of Asmodeus's safe zone got the jester's blood boiling. Especially when they were about his man.

"Did you hear about Asmodeus and that little imp? Man, what a way to fall. Never thought the embodiment of Lust would do that to himself." The second demon nodded, smirking. "Oh, Fizzer-something? Yeah, a big rooster and a clown. Sounds like the plot of a shitty porno." "Heh, they kinda are!"

Oho, Fizz wanted to rip their throats out and shove them so far up their-

Whooo-kay. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He promised Asmodeus that he wouldn't let small-minded loudmouths get to him, especially sinners. But they so deserved it, and he was just a few feet away…

They just had to keep talking, though. "And hey, he didn't even pick a working one! The thing's defective! Robotic limbs and shit. Dude really needs higher standards."

That was it. The jester turned, running at them with nothing but rage and hate in his eyes. The dumb fuckheads barely had time to begin a plea before Fizz went to town.

When his Fizzie got home, Ozzie immediately knew something was wrong. His partner’s colorful clothes were coated with black blood. The sin hurried over to him, surveying the imp for injuries before scooping him up into his arms. “Fizzie, babe, what happened?”

Asmodeus’s voice radiated concern, comfort and love for the jester. Fizzarolli couldn’t have gotten any luckier when him and the demon connected for the first time. Or the second. Or the many, many times after that. Eh, who needs labels?

“Some…assholes, spewing shit about you and me. I tried, but…they needed a lesson on how to shut up.” One of the robotic arms was damaged in his fit of rage. Apparently the loudmouthed sinners had a bit of fight in them. Fizz still disposed of the garbage; he just got a bit messy.

Ozzie sighed, nuzzling his feathery head against Fizz’s smooth skin. “Froggie, I love that you wanna defend me, but it’s not worth you getting hurt. I’d take all the shit-talk Hell has to offer if it meant you’d be okay.”

So mushy… The imp rolled his eyes, secretly melting inside at the sweet words. “Alright, alright, I get it. No more fighting over your honor. Tell Hallmark the message worked.”

Then he did Fizzarolli’s most favorite thing ever. He laughed, a deep snort kicking off the rumbling chuckles. Fizz laid his head on Ozzie’s chest, feeling the vibrations and listening to the short burst of amusement. The sin stood, sighing out a final huff before carrying his partner to their bed. It was the only one big enough for Asmodeus, let alone Fizz, to fit.

Following their pattern, Ozzie removed his elaborate suit, slipping on his robe instead. He then helped the jester peel away the blood-stained outfit, quickly drawing a bath for him. They were at the point where it was just second nature; one of them has a bad day, they get a warm bath, cuddles and shitty RomComs until they fall asleep. That day was Fizz’s day to be pampered.

After some calming back rubs in a nice bath, all blood was clean and the imp was feeling a bit better. Ozzie got him a new arm, making sure to give him little forehead kisses as he worked. Finally, they were ready to lay down.

Surprising no one, Ozzie was the big spoon. He hugged Fizz close under the covers, rubbing his back soothingly. The Lust ring’s RomCom channel played distantly on the TV. It was barely a minute before the jester was dozing off. The sin’s touch softened, absentmindedly wandering across Fizzarolli’s bare skin.

His feathery fingers eventually made their way to the imp’s sides. Fizz was drawn from his sleepy stupor by an unexpected buzzing along his side. A feeling he hadn’t felt in quite some time. He squirmed a bit, feeling the fingers go back to his back. The moment he settled back down, however, they returned.

A quick glance at Ozzie’s dreamy expression told him that the sin wasn’t doing it on purpose. The rooster just thought he was giving him soft affections. Sighing, Fizz squirmed again, adjusting himself so the tracing was closer to his lower back. That was apparently a big mistake.

The moment one of the feathery fingers brushed his back, he squeaked, flinching away from the touch. Asmodeus immediately went into Mother Hen mode, lightning his touch and looking for injuries. “Fizzarolli, why didn’t you tell me you hurt yourself? Back injuries are serious!”

Ugh, why did he have to care so much? “I-I didn’t…” The lighter touch was somehow worse, sending a flurry of butterflies to attack his stomach. Fizz’s tail twitched, trying to wag; he made sure to force it still. Unfortunately for him, that also meant he took a small amount of focus off his verbal reactions. The smallest, teensiest little giggle slipped past his lips. Ozzie immediately stilled his fingers; as a sin, he easily heard the noise. Then something clicked.

“Froggie…are you ticklish?” Shit…Fizz tried to run, a burst of adrenaline pulling him from the sleepy peace. Ozzie was on him before he could move an inch. The little imp didn’t stand a chance.

“W-wait! Ozz, don’t you fucking dare!” His robotic arms wrapped around the sin’s body, trying to push him off. That was nearly impossible, as Asmodeus was over four times his size and much stronger than the prosthetics. Still, he could only try.

The rooster smirked, his demeanor doing a complete 180. Ozzie went from concerned and soft to playful and smug in seconds; it was almost scary how fast he could switch like that. “Oooh, babe, I definitely fucking do~”

Before he could get another protest out, ten feathered fingers attacked his torso. Five running along his back, five snaking around to his stomach. In seconds, small giggles slipped past his lips, a blush tinting his scarred cheeks. “N-nohoho! Ohohozzie you dihihick!”

“I know it’s one of your favorite features, but let’s leave my dick out of this.” Stupid, cheesy words; it was unfair how blushy they made him. Fizz tried to wiggle away, but even with his insane flexibility, Ozzie’s strong arms kept him trapped.

He twisted and kicked, his limbs swinging and flailing as he tried to escape. He didn’t fully mind the tickling, but Fizz had an image to protect. The amazing, alluring, ass-kicking Fizzarolli couldn’t be seen getting reduced to a giggly puddle; even if nobody was watching but his boyfriend.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Fizzie~” He just had to tease… If there was one thing that killed Fizz, it was Ozzie’s silly teases. Normally, they were just flustering. Those teases, though; they drove him nuts. “Shuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhup!”

Ozzie loved the sight of his squirmy boyfriend. The genuine laughter, happy smile, vibrant blushes and adorable noises warmed his loving heart. He genuinely couldn’t be happier than when he was with his Fizzie Frog; especially when the imp was all giggly like that. “Awww, babe, I’m just tryna cheer you up! Are you not feelin’ just a teeny bit better?”

Okay, that wasn’t fair. He was definitely feeling better than when he arrived, but that wasn’t totally because of the tickling. Being around Asmodeus, as evil as he was, immediately boosted his mood. “Thihis- ihit’s nohot fahahair! Youhuhu suhuhuck!”

“Only for you, Fizz~” Just to be evil, Asmodeus fluttered his fingers on the jester’s hips. FIzz squealed, his arms swinging to try and grab Ozzie’s hands. Oh, that asshole! “SH-SHIHIHIT! AHASMODEHEHEUS! NAHAT THEHERE!”

Ozzie chuckled, loving the high-pitched cackles from his partner. “But right there is my favorite! C’mon babe, you gotta admit that this is pretty cute.” Fizz groaned through his laughter, thrashing under the sin’s tickly assault. His robotic appendages were no help, merely bouncing off the sin’s feathered skin instead of actually deterring him.

“NOHO IHIHI”M NAHAT! OHOZZIEHEHEEEE!” Fizz could feel his tail wagging, the tip making a gentle thump against the sheets. At least the rooster wasn’t teasing him about that. “Ooh, Fizzie, your tail’s wagging. Are you enjoying yourself?” Spoke too soon…

Seeing that he was working his partner up a bit too much, he moved away from the imp’s hips, deciding to focus on Fizz’s neck instead. “Alright, alright. I won’t kill you, Fizzie babe.”

“F-fuhuckin’ feehels like ihihit!” Fizz whined, his laughter dying down to squeaky giggles. He turned his head, burying his face in the pillowy mattress. The muffled giggles only made him cuter, in Ozzie’s opinion. He leaned his head down, peppering the jester’s face with light kisses. Fizz scrunched up his shoulders, both loving and hating how the ticklish kisses made him melt. “Bahahahaaaabe!”

Ozzie chuckled, basking in the way his boyfriend reacted to the silly affections. The faces in his hair were smiling wide, portraying his obvious adoration and love. So fucking cute…

It was almost comical, the way the large sin cuddled up to the smaller imp. The love they shared was like no other; based on good communication, mutual respect and pure affection, it was about as healthy as you could get. Sure, they weren’t officially public, but nobody else needed to know about them for it to be wonderful. Especially in the cutesy moments like those.

As much as Fizzarolli loved the attention, he was wearing out. Dealing with the dicks from that morning, combined with the goofy fun, had him pretty drained. “Ohozziehehe! Plehease, noho mohohore!”

And just like that, it was over. Asmodeus respected boundaries more than any other creature in hell; the moment Fizz wanted him to stop, he would, no questions asked. He did, however, pull the imp against his chest, rubbing small circles into his back to help calm him down. The sin’s voice was soft once again, save for a teasing edge. “Easy, babe. You okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Fizz took a few deep breaths, getting out the last few giggles as he snuggled against his man. “Uhum…no, you’re good. But *damn*, did you have to go for my hips?” Ozzie snorted, nuzzling his head against the imp’s. “You know I did. It’s adorable, how can I not?”

He held Fizz tight, flipping them over so the jester was laying on his chest. It was their favorite way to sleep; Fizz could feel the warmth of his boyfriend, and Ozzie could sleep peacefully, knowing his partner was safe while he was with him. Fizzie grumbled, but didn’t protest the movement. He was tired, and he couldn’t deny that the sin’s chest was rather comfortable.

The covers were pulled over the pair, concealing almost all of Fizz’s body. His concealing hat was removed, placed on its holder for the night. It was nice, affectionate and calm; just the way the pair liked it. They drifted off, the small yet happy smile never leaving the imp’s face.

#hb tickle #lee!fizzarolli #ler!asmodeus #ler!ozzie #ticklish!fizzarolli #augtickletober2023 #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #tickle #augtickletober 2023 #augtickletober #helluva boss tickle #hb fizzarolli #hb asmodeus #hb ozzie #fizzmodeus #fluffy tickles #the skrunkles

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amberberrystar · 16 days

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asc wind spoilers/kinda liveblogging reaction thread under the cut (if i formatted right)

breezepelt is so scrungle i love him and sun kinda bonding over their shit parents

absolutely love how shadowsight basically adopts frostpaw like he saw the trauma she went through and was like her. she's my bestie now. and puddleshine very begrudgingly accepts her and is like 'fine i'll help you' like he doesn't want to but actually does

sunbeam ily but please realize karenheart is a piece of shit who doesn't actually care about you

i absolutely adore bayshine. homie is ride or die. sunbeam was like 'i want to bring herbs to my mom' and my man immediately came up with a plan to get her out unnoticed i love him

if karenheart isn't dead by the end of the next book i'm gonna scream

also sunbeam being relieved that it would be jay and alder looking after karenheart in thunderclan??? girlie have you met jayfeather??? your mom wouldn't die from her infection bc they would kill each other

also it's been awhile since we had a 'cat gets held prisoner in another clan overnight' FAFO situation, welcome back old friend

also they really glossed over "jayf and alder spoke to leafpool" huh. like i get why but 🥺

re waffle and wasp eavesdropping, i love how jayf probably sensed them immediately but decided to wait for the best moment. the mans has impeccable comedic timing

wafflepaw!!! i'm glad night is his mentor, maybe he'll learn a few things lmao (but erins if you make him lose all of his angst i will be salty. let him stay a scrunkle like jayf)

and squirrelstar calling the haters out and saying that nightheart is building a legacy of his own had me 🥺🥺🥺 let him be free from the burden of being firefam hell yeah

nightheart is arcing i'm so proud of him. he's still scrungly and emo af and that better not ever change but my boy's growing up 🥲

also i love that he actually has a relationship with finchlight now

i love graypaw (thunderclan. god thats not confusing at all) sm already. little mans really wants to call the other clans stinky

not nightheart pranking the apprentices on day one this is why i adore him 'where do we start?' nightheart, with a shit-eating grin 'let's prank em' and then finch and bay said Yes to that idea

i just want to give frost a hug my god

lmao at sun: "your eyes are glowing like amber flames" my aroace girlie read that in a romance novel and thought it would work. at least she didn't say orbs

and our protags are all together now hell yeah. frosty and her adoptive parents ftw

frostwhistle ftw

if anything happens to mothwing i will kill everyone in this room and then myself

karenheart of course you're there

that was a wild ass ride i'll try and remember to post more coherent thoughts later

#warrior cats #asc spoilers #asc wind #asc wind spoilers #this is a bayshine stan account now #frostpaw #nightheart #sunbeam #ace4ace nightsun #berryheart=karenheart if you didn't catch my drift #this is gonna be exciting to adapt in my warriorclan au

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sleeplessinspace · 1 year

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one hundred and twenty seconds - murdock x gn!reader

in true basic bitch fashion, i've returned to my roots because a certain somebody gave me ideas after some recent scrunkling. @meloncalic this your fault you little fiend /aff

so here we are, murdock's perspective of the first part of two minutes with slightly changed dialogue. might be missing some tags, i'm rusty T_T

warning(s): nsfw, semi-graphic description of violence (not directed at reader), knife mention/usage (not used on reader), non-descriptive death mention, descriptions of blood

Muffled yelling, nearly coherent despite the amount of blood the piece of shit has surely lost by now, draws Murdock's attention back up from where he was musing over what to do next. He lifts his hand and it arcs in a quick motion, embedding the serrated blade in the worm's upper thigh.

“You made me lose my train of thought. Why are you crying for help when no one can hear you, hm? I thought we went over this earlier,” Murdock hisses and rips the knife out at an unpleasant angle just to get the guy to stop screaming.

Unfortunately, it only seems to distract him for a moment and soon the worm is yelling again, this time telling someone to run for help and—

Shit.

There’s only one person that could come down here, but they’re supposed to be at work.

Murdock sighs, more than a little angry at the interruption—more so that he let himself get too comfortable, too lost in his head to pay attention to the perimeter alarms—and pushes to his feet, wiping the knife off on the side of the worm's face before turning to face them.

Well, don’t they look cute when they’re scared?

They make a little noise and he grips the knife tighter, a low thread of arousal starting to snake its way into the simmer of anger in his blood. Before this, they were reaching a breaking point with him, he knows it. Receptive to every bit of him, from the gift-giving to the cooking to the playful companionship they managed to get out of him somehow—his work, his true calling, had been the only part of himself that he swore he'd never share.

At least not until the right moment.

But they forced his hand, turned him right on his head like they always did, from the moment he meant them they would always make moves he could never anticipate.

Murdock normally loved and despised how much they liked to test his resolve but this was—

“You’re home early,” he murmurs, low and casual with a hint of threat in his voice that he’s sure they can hear. They jolt, foot knocking back against the bottom step in their shock.

But they’re still not running, still haven’t heeded that worm's advice.

Still staring at him with the strangest look in their eyes. Murdock is very well-acquainted with fear, knows the different types of terror and how they look on people’s faces but you… there’s only a fraction of that there.

Interesting.

They struggle to respond—and he can’t quite blame them, but he finds their plight amusing all the same—before letting one of their hands fling out to the side and back, grasping desperately for the stair railing. Off balance in more ways than one it seems.

He tilts his head, warning them silently to stay put and they suddenly seem to gain resolve, clearing their throat. Trembling a little, he can see the hand not on the railing shaking at their side and tries to keep from smiling.

Cute little thing.

“W-well, after everything that’s been happening this week, my boss thought that we should head home early. For s-safety.”

Murdock hums again, masking his wariness beneath a veneer of boredom and watches them take a step back, one foot propped up on the step as they angle their body in preparation to run.

Lovely thing, you’re almost making this too easy for me.

Instead of lunging himself at them, knowing perfectly well that because of their height difference he’d catch them before they even reached the top of the stairs, he reaches over to pat his neglected victim on the shoulder.

Neglected, but unfortunately not silent, as the piece of shit had been sobbing quietly in the background the entire time. Murdock digs his hand into the man's shoulder, aggravating the hell out of the wound he'd carved into the man a few hours earlier and shoots them a smile, one sharper than he intends.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re here. I should apologize on behalf of my friend here,” he growls and sees them almost flinch at the sound. Cute, he can’t help but think again and feels that fucking smile work its way onto his face again.

Christ, they did something to him that he almost wanted to study, brought out a piece of him he thought dead a long time ago.

“It seems that this foolish mutt got it into his head that he could copy what I do best. My work, my art, as it were… He thought he could replicate it and try to garner attention and credit where none belonged. Not only did he try to steal from me, he made a lot of fucking mistakes—the biggest one being that I never hunt where I live. Which, all things considered, made him remarkably easy to find.”

He lets them think he’s distracted by his monologue, pointedly ignoring the way they’re slowly inching up another step. His good friend decides to try using his words again, but Murdock shuts that down quickly with a quick flick of his wrist. Noisy and messy, low on his list of favorite ways to do things, but he needed that loose end taken care of.

Now he can focus entirely on them, and they know it. He wipes his blade clean on what’s left of the man's shirt before spinning the blade between his fingers. He won’t bother cleaning up beyond that, no, they need to see and they need to learn.

Speaking of learning—

Murdock watches them bite their lip, eyes darting down to his rolled-up sleeves and up to his face. Following the blood splatter, he realizes.

Again, cute.

But also stupid, he notes with a half-fond, half-exasperated sigh, not that he can blame them. Poor thing probably can’t think straight.

Murdock points his knife at them, tilting his head down so they can see his eyes over the line of his glasses. So, they can see he’s serious. He already knows they won’t listen, can see it in the way their body is slowly starting to tense in preparation for sudden movement, but no one can ever call him unfair.

He warns them. Gives them a chance to back down. “Don’t.”

And just like he predicted, they’re turning on their heel and sprinting up the stairs like the house is on fire and he growls under his breath, tucking his knife away before following them up the stairs, easily taking two at a time. They try to shut the door on him, and the keyword here really is try, they’re just so soft and weak, they never had a chance. It takes nothing for him to slam the door against the wall and stalk into the kitchen, watching them mimic his gait on the other side of the kitchen island.

The same island where he meets them after every trip, bringing a new present out of his bag that will soon sit on the shelf now dedicated to all his gifts for them. It feels almost right to have this happen here, he thinks, and plants his hands on the marble, leaning forward and looming over them despite the distance.

He sighs, tapping his fingers in a one-two pattern. “Be smart about this, little fawn. You saw how easily I closed the gap between us, felt how much stronger I was when you tried to shut the door in my face. You don’t honestly think you’ll get away from me, do you?”

“I know I can try.” Their response is immediate and only slightly shaky, making him chuckle darkly. “It’s not funny! You’re not nearly as scary as you think you are.”

“Oh? Is that right?”

Murdock pauses just long enough to give them a chance to reconsider, his smile growing sharper as they seem to wilt under his gaze.

That's what I like to see. Let’s break you down and put you where you belong, silly little thing.

“I'm going to be nice, since this is your first time and all,” and oh, the look on their face has him biting the inside of his cheek, pressing his leg hard into the handle of the cabinets in an effort to tamp down his growing arousal. He wants to fuck that expressive little mouth so badly. “A headstart. You get two minutes to get as far as you can, or hide if you feel like you can do it well enough.”

They open their mouth—presumably to challenge his rules and no, little fawn, we can’t have that—but he cuts them off with a glare, leaning a little more against the counter.

He wonders if they know he can very easily vault across it and pin them to the floor before they have a chance to even react.

“I wouldn’t call for help if I were you, sweetheart. This is just between you and me… so let’s keep it that way, hm? And trust that I will know if you try and know that I will be so disappointed in you. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

A bit of a glaze passes over their eyes as they shake their head before clarity kicks back in and they drop their gaze, clearly embarrassed. It soon lifts and darts around the room, clearly struggling to form some kind of plan and he grins, reveling in the confusion and hopeless fear in their eyes. After a moment they meet his gaze again and lick their lips, nervous.

Even more so after he fists one of his hands to keep himself from reaching over to yank them over the countertop so he can get a taste of them for himself. “What’s to stop me from driving off in my car? Or yours?”

Smart little thing.

Too bad he took the keys just after chasing them up the stairs.

Spinning the keys around a finger, he glances over at the clock on the kitchen wall.

“You’re welcome to come and try and take them from me, sweetheart,” Murdock purrs. “Either way, you’ve got two minutes. You should start running.”

They take his suggestion to heart and don’t linger, heading out the backdoor and into the forest behind your shared home. Once they’re a little out of sight, Murdock runs a hand through his hair and sighs, tossing the keys back in the bowl in the entryway before heading back downstairs.

He’s not happy.

He lashes out and kicks the leg of the cooling body in the chair, growling under his breath.

This shouldn’t fuck with his plans, this is just a slight misstep and based on the way they’d lingered for so long before actually running told him that they weren’t exactly scared, just… unsteady.

Murdock just needed to reassure them of their place—he had no intention of hurting them, at least not in any way they didn’t ask for.

He gets the body into cold storage, intending on disposing of it later. After he gets his little fawn back where they belong, before they can get far enough away to start getting ideas in their head. Back upstairs in the kitchen, he makes sure the house is closed up before stepping down into the backyard, already seeing signs of their sloppy escape.

Clicking his tongue, Murdock makes a mental note to teach them to hide their tracks better. He’s going to want to do this again, but he wants them prepared.

He wants them to give him a challenge—a proper hunt.

#cereal killer ☆#mine.txt #spicy.txt #two minutes.txt

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420technoblazeit · 2 years

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oh my god finally someone else who’s like insane abt gorillaz lore, it’s so funny to me, if u want i can send a link to a yt video that sums up all of gorillaz’s lore in like 7 minutes since ppl in asks seem interested

oho ive seen that video that's where i started! my mom loves gorillaz she used to play it on roadtrips that's how i got into it. here's the video i think nonny's talking about, i can do a scuffed breakdown of each character, this is how they looked last phase i think?

bastard. be gay do crimes except his crimes are warcrimes. i cannot stress this enough murdoc will do literally anything for profit. most of the conflict stems from him fucking someone over and then the rest of the band dealing with the consequences. his hobbies include hedonism and bullying 2d. seriously what an asshole like dude chill out sometime. the recent phase had him kind of turn over a new leaf and realize how awful he is but im not confident it'll stick. he's done some shit

this is noodle everybody say hiiiii noodle you're so cool! girlboss. she joined the band when she was 10 so she's kind of everybody's adopted daughter but her backstory also includes her being a supersoldier. was temporary replaced by a cyborg in phase 3 when she was MIA. she's 30 now and kind of functions as the control of the band. she and russell rein murdoc in when he gets out of control. or at least they try to

2d's my favorite he's just a funky little guy look at him! scrunkle. really clumsy and he's a bit of a ditzy guy partly due to the memory issues i mentioned before. he's really sweet though just kinda chilling, a little bit of a weirdo (affectionate). if he gave murdoc a really strong kick to the balls itd solve like. half his problems tbh. do it king go apeshit i know u want to. get his ass

russell! he's not missing an eye that was just a boat-themed msuic video. he's the drummer of the band and he's a big sweetie. teases 2d every once in a while but he's very protective of his friends and he gets on murdoc's case about his bullshit pretty often. murdoc deserves it though. in the earlier phases he'd occasionally get possessed by the spirits of dead musicians including a rapper named del

#the pig squeals #gorillaz

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starglitterz · 1 year

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i see the simping on dash and i am loving it >:)

I AM WILLING TO LISTEN TO UR SIMPING PLS SHARE

MISHA MISHA MISHA OFMFKWKKSKQKDW HI ILY HRU ?? <3 and omfg im sorry for all the simping youre witnessing 🥲 im just absolutely LOSING it over here AFHJSF

and why are u enabling me babe 😭 but i will take advantage of it thank u for encouraging me 🤭

OK SO HEIZOU IS LIKE SO... ?@("*×(£*@ bro is ethereal. stunning. gorgeous. "traveller, you are so dreamy" BE FR RN I WILL KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH ‼️ i can imagine him as like the type of guy who listens rlly intently to whatever you're saying especially if you're rambling abt something you're interested in and when you're like 'why are u staring at me like that' he just looks at you 100% seriously and says 'you just look really attractive when talking' FUCKKKDKEJFJWKSK also if you're having friendly banter or whatever he def kisses you to shut you up or smth and then goes 'haha i win' AND he's the type of guy to be like 'where whatever u want ik how to fight' whem yall are going out AND he would be so down to wear matching outfits w you . . . is this ooc or not i have no clue atp i am just Thinking Thoughts. ( he winks whenever he catches you staring at him too I HATE HIM!!!!!! )

and xiao. wow. my darling beloved scrunkle scrimblo blorbo. this mf has not left my brain for two whole years Please i need help atp. i just keep thinking abt him in diff aus rn like especially roommate au ☹️ imagine walking in on xiao playing the electric guitar, like he's leaning back on his bed with his shirt lifted up just enough for you to catch a peek of his torso and his eyes are laser focused on playing and his fingers are dancing up and down the frets playing a familiar tune (think the riff from do i wanna know or the bridge from whyd you only call me when ur high HE IS SO HOT HELPVKEKFKE) or xiao accidentally walking in on you changing and holy shit he's so embarrassed and he apologises like a million times and he can't meet your eyes for the next few days but he also can't get the image of your bare back out of his mind WJJEJDIWKDKWJD IM GETTING SO FLUSTERED WRITIGN THIS AOMFKSKRKE I NEED TO SHUT UP NOW

#ILY MISHA THANK U FOR ENABLING MY DERANGED BEHAVIOUR ☹️💗💘💖💓💝💞💕❤️#💌 — love letters !#misha💌#🌌 — brainrot !

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Here we gooo

Loreeee yum, HEART LORE YUMMM

Andy is here now /neg

Heart <3<3<3

“It is a question Heart is unsure how to tackle. Their own origins are fuzzy even to them, but they remember a familiar face, a soft voice, the sharp curve of a long stick. They also remember large hands. A sense that they have missed something. A dark void that seems inhabited by more than just them. Green. Pink. And they are blue, they think, as they gaze out to the ocean around them. They are water too, perhaps, but they have never known until now. They had not seen snow melt so much until it happened. “ The first couple of parts make me think of valeriana tbh, also , more?

Barrelllll grrrrrrrr I do not like you grrrrr

Intresting stuffffff mmmmmmmmm yes

👀👀👀 heart being in a body for the first time is so Intresting

Froog and strength are the best chaotic duo I’m calling it

WITNEY!!

Eating all of this

Heandrias (?) shit yum this is gonna go baddd

Yeah strength and froog <3333

Heartttt moo

Gay ppl wow

Heandrias shit oh fuck no

What are the heart and wit doing? We shall seee

“They do hear them question Barrel, however, to which Wit responds, blissfully unaware, “Don’t worry, I am crawling.”” Hahsjsjsjsha witneyyy

Froog!! My Scrunkly scrimblo blorbo <3

Strength is here!!!

No no not the basement fuck

Andrias noo

“The letters were angry, exclamation points and scattershot curse words peppered into what was perhaps the most egregious use of incorrect grammar he had ever laid eyes on. And the pictures? The pictures showed her, another frog, presumably a romantic partner, and his heart stopped when he saw a tadpole in her arms. “ !!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀 the tadpole is a plantar ancestor aren’t they Mal

“

“It was easy to leave,” she admits, and she grabs the collar of her hooded cloak, tugs down and down to expose the bare of her chest, a huge angrily red scar painted wildly across it. “My mother used to hit me too, but not so much with household items. This was a coffee pot.” “ nooo froog :((((( my girl :(

““Sometimes…” is a mutter she says mostly to herself, but with their close proximity Andrias has no trouble hearing it. “I lay awake at night hoping when I close my eyes they’ll never open again.” Malll whyy, my girl has ✨issues ✨

Barrel boooooo, I’m gonna spray bottle him for calling wit and dimwit >:(

“Before they depart, however, Wit pauses one last time to speak to them. “Thank you for bringing me out, Heart,” she tells them, warm and happy and truly grateful. “I had a lot of fun.” “ Heartney so true <3<3

“That is not how one makes friends. You are not my friend and I am not yours. I belong solely to my Andrias. “ Hearttttt noooo nooo my Scrunkly noooo

The Scrunkles are bondinggg

I don’t remember the ship name for wit and strength but, so true <333 gay ppl

Heart holy shit 😭pleaseee mal why are you doing this

Godddd ““It was the right thing to do, coming to me with this,” he tells them, unreadable and yet electrifying. “You understand I still have to punish you though, right?” And it is whispered so dangerously it reverberates through Heart’s entire being. “ fucking hell o god mallll why, they are so unhealthy godd

Idk what to say just god holy fuck

“They count every crack, every break, every little line of imperfection that crosses their once perfect form.

Because every single one means I love you. “

Heart holy shit…. just, Jesus

Wit and strength being gay and happy while heart is going through it

Froog <\3

Nooo wit my girlll nooo

Godd Mal why why

“That’s not what I’m doing!!” She raises her voice now. “Why do you always assume the worst?! I liketalking to the gems—they don’t berate me constantly like you and Barrel do! And if I had to guess, you’ve been doing it to them too!! Treating them like shit just because you know you’ll get away with it! Heart flinched just a minute ago—don’t even try to tell me you haven’t hit them!”

Heart is not sure who makes the move—whether it is their own instinct, or Andrias’s, or maybe a little bit of both of them, but that giant hand that makes them so, so angry shoots out, those fingers that have cracked and broken them so many times close around a tiny pink form, and her words are choked into nothingness . Little legs squirm and strain against their palm, but neither of them let go. They cannot. They do not want to. “

FROOG FROOG FROGG NOO

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Barrel boooo

Oh fuck noo why andriasss whyy

Boooo andrias dad booo

Andrias nooo let go of froogggg

WOOO YEAH WARHAMMER YEAHHH

Goddd

Booo andrias bitch motherfucker I hate him so much

OOOOOOOOO WIT AND STRENGTH HAVE BEEN IN A BODY TOGETHER BEFORE MARCY

The core holy fuck holy fuck

“He is smiling at Andrias, a smile that he simultaneously wants to beat into a pulp and kiss into oblivion, that perfectly awful juxtaposition between the two intense emotions for his dear friend. He growls. “ gay ppl /neg

“Barrel’s hands are trembling, but he nods. “My destiny awaits.” He cracks a smile of his own. “And so does yours.”

When he flips the switch, the world fills with sound. Screams, cries, the grating and terrifying scrapes of metal coming alive before them both.

Oh, he hates being crossed, but watching his oldest friend reach something he has worked for with all his blood, sweat, and tears is something he just cannot bring himself to prevent.

And the hope in Heart dies with Barrel.

The Core was supposed to be ours.

A single, orange eye opens from the top to the bottom, and it snaps to them both, utterly silent in the dead of night. “ GRGHRHSHSHSHSHAJJAIEE MAL IM GONNA DIE

That fucking crown grrrr

“They grow numb to the suffering by the time they return to the box for the long haul. By the time the three of them drift through the passage of time for centuries and centuries until one girl finds them one day, a dusty old box on a shelf in a thrift store, when she takes what does not belong to her, when she and her friends open the box and three gems are released all over again, but they are so, so different this time.

They had held out hope that they would see Andrias again, but when they finally did, the finality of change that had desecrated their once fiercely and deathly loyal self so too had severed their tie to him. They could not go back. As much as they craved to, as much as they desperately missed him, they cannot lose another. They cannot lose Anne Boonchuy.

They will never lose another. “ MALLLL GRRR,

Godddd this whole thing

““You deserved so much better, Heart,” she says instead, and the entire world flips on its head. “Maybe if you’d gotten someone who wasn’t Andrias, maybe if you’d gotten someone even just a little bit nicer, maybe you wouldn’t feel like you need to do bad things all the time.” Her gaze is downcast, reflective. “What you had with him was not healthy . It was… abusive. Nobody should ever treat you like that.”” Yess anneee say itt

“It strikes them like a stab through the chest. Proud. She’s proud of me.

“ Mal Mal Mal Mal Mal

““…Anne.” They try it. It feels strange, but in a good way. Saying everyone’s full names gets tiring after a while. “Does this mean we’re friends?”

“Geez, you’re persistent,” she tells them, but it doesn’t sound like an insult. “Like I said, I can’t say we’re friends, but I also can’t say we’ll never be. There’s still a lot you have to apologize for, still a lot you’ve gotta work on, but now that I understand where a lot of it comes from, I could help you?”

“Are you okay with that?”

She nods. “Yeah! I like helping people. Doing it too much is my problem, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop completely. And maybe we can help each other. I still have a ways to go myself.”

Helping each other. That sounds… beautiful.

“I would like that.”” 🥺🥺I’m gonna die

I am gonna sue you now Mal >:(( why would you do this to all of them, just let them be gay and happy.

HEART TIME LORE TIME ITS EXCITEMENT HOURS

FUCK Andy all my homies hate Andy

Heheeehehehehehehe

Yes. Yes I AM dropping hints about the gems’ origins, but we’ll get into it more during Witney’s chapter!

Ah, Barrel. I both love and hate this man so much (affectionate)

GOOD

YES!! I LOVE THE GEMS LEARNING TO NAVIGATE BODIES

THEY ARE AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT

WITNEYYYY

Heandrias is the worst thing I ever did and I’m so proud of it

What :) are :)) Heart :))) and :)))) Wit :))))) doing :))))))

THE “DONT WORRY I AM CRAWLING” LINE WAS MY FUCKING FAVORITE AND I HAVE WANTED TO MAKE A COMIC ABOUT IT SINCE THE DAY I STARTED THE HEART CHAPTER ITS SO FUNNY, ESPECIALLY SINCE HEART TAKES IT 100% SERIOUSLY

Welcome to the Basement again :)

Oh Yes this is my explanation for where the Plantars came from!! Terrible isn’t it

Froog has…been through it. This poor baby

We’re all gonna spray bottle Barrel for being a dick to Witney

HEARTNEY SO FUCKING TRUE

They’re bonding we love to see it <3

WENGTH. WENGTH MY BELOVED.

Because I Can :^)

Heandrias is by far the Worst Relationship I have ever created, I should give myself a fucking medal

Yeah. It’s a lot isn’t it.

Fucking rip my girl Froog, she deserved so much better 💔

Andrias’s dad we Hate to see him

YES WENGTH HAVE BEEN CONVERGED BEFORE ISNT THAT FUN (TERRIBLE)

Gay ppl/neg (HEY YOU FOUND A WAY TO USE /NEG)

*pats u*

The Crown :^)

Heart and Anne my beloveds 💜 let them have healthy character interaction for the love of god

Thank u for the ask and haha just try to take me to court you’ll never take me aliiiiiiiive

#ask mal #CMTO #i didnt proofread my own response this time I’m rushing today andkdkksksksksk

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