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#but yeah im disposable lmao

carpisuns · 2 years

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Can you like. At least match what you spent on this by donating people who actually need money?

i mean i did this mostly as a joke but also because i have been on tumblr for a long time and i wanted to financially support the one social media site that does not track and sell our data, bombard us with corporate propaganda, or force us to use an algorithm that puts creators at a disadvantage. yeah, the amount of money i spent on these checkmarks is kind of ridiculous, but i was thinking of my whole user experience on tumblr over the last decade, and I feel like the donation is worth it.

i know that most people who enjoy tumblr every single day like I do are not going to spend any money on it—and they're not obligated to. but unlike many people here, who are young, financially struggling students, i have stable career and i actually do have a certain amount of disposable income. i mean, i'm not like rich or anything lol but i don't live paycheck to paycheck anymore, and i like being able to financially support services that i find valuable. this is why i've also spent a considerable amount of money supporting other fan creators through commissions and ko-fi donations. i enjoy their work and i want to support them and i actually have the means to do so.

also, i think it's a little presumptuous to assume that i don't donate to other causes? to be frank, it isn't your business what i do with my own money, and i don't owe you any explanations, but i actually donate pretty frequently to various charities/causes or send money to friends who need it.

ngl, this criticism feels a little out of pocket to me...like i am not a celebrity buying my 6th yacht lmao im just a random tumblr user donating a couple hundred dollars to my favorite website? 😭 a service which you are also using right now? ack

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crimeboys · 7 months

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i don't think i've ever said like. how i actually interpret c!sbi. or at least how it like “happened”. just bc while i know im the crimeboys guy i am also an sbi guy, most of my multi-chapter fics include them, a lot of my oneshots do too.

basically i think phil and technoblade are friends and have been for years, since before wilbur came to existence. they fought together, did a bit of antarctic empire antics together, and afterward they kind of chilled out. techno went back to skyblock and farmed and killed people, phil went back to his single-player world and had a kid (phil is one of the few who is allowed to have visitors on his single-player world bc kristin blessed it, which annoyed tf out of the other sky gods but Whatever), normal stuff. but phil’s kind of a flighty guy, so it wasn’t long before he started leaving more and more, going on adventures with techno again, traveling with or without wilbur. so wilbur was left home fairly often, and was pretty lonely just because, well, single-player world, but phil sent letters, and wilbur started adventuring on his own, and eventually even learned to travel to other servers, met people like schlatt, niki, etc etc.

but yeah, so at some point while wilbur is wandering servers, he meets this annoying kid at the markets who is trying, badly, to steal from vendors, and wilbur tries to be nice and help out this kid who IMMEDIATELY tries to rob him, the vendors, and they both somehow end up with the cops after them. and from then on, it was wilbur and tommy. they’re probably around 8 and 17 ? anyway, wilbur is probably away from home for a while, having adventures with tommy, the same way phil is off having adventures with techno, though they still manage to send letters and such (the crows are at their disposal after all lmao).

at some point, probably like two years later? wilbur and tommy decide to go to the single-player world, wilbur so he can show off his home and also introduce tommy and phil, and BOOM. tubbo is just. fucking there. bc sometime during those two years, phil found tubbo in a box and decided to take him in. it hasn’t been Too long since phil found him when wilbur comes back, but definitely too long to not have told wilbur. he just didn’t really think about it.

and obviously tommy and tubbo hit it off immediately, wilbur is probably a bit wary at first bc he has, y’know, daddy issues, but he ends up very fond of tubbo. they all stay there for a little while, technoblade coming in and out bc he’s besties with phil, fairly fond of wilbur, and finds himself thinking tommy and tubbo are ALRIGHT he GUESSES (he is fond of them too). techno probably teaches tommy and tubbo to fight, probably takes tommy to hypixel and watches his eyes turn to STARS.

but yeah, they all probably go in and out of each others lives, but wilbur, tommy, and tubbo are usually together while phil and techno are usually together. the only blood family are phil and wilbur, and tubbo is like. he’s not officially adopted, he never Really feels like phil’s son or wilbur’s brother, but they gave him a place and tommy gave him a home. also tommy is like. wilbur’s brother but he’s not phil’s son or anything. just gut feelings and shit. and techno is not really Family, just very fucking important to everyone, mostly phil, and comes off like a weird, distant, beloved uncle.

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 months

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perfect, solider. Now we have all the tools we need at our disposal. So, Im thinking:

Jingliu, Luocha, Tingyun, and a flex, probably Gepard or another buffer like Bronya, Pela, or Asta.

Buff the hell outta that Jingliu, for she is your lifeline. First phase isn’t too hard, and if your ting Yun or Luocha get stuck in a gamble they can easily heal it back. Second phase though, I’m assuming you’re getting killed by the gamble, which yeah, makes sense. For the second phase, try to save Luocha’s ultimate for the gamble. He’ll probably have to spend a SP for his healing uptime, but you’d have a Tingyun to generate SP, and asta and pela also generate a ton of SP which mitigates if. Ofc, this assumes you’re running a fast Luocha and if you’re not, put some speed boots on him, as you either want him generating SP or spending one to heal. but saving his ult for the gamble means he’ll get all the points, and another ult to keep up his healing while also staying alive to keep Jingliu alive; I would say sustain priority is Jingliu > Luocha/Gepard > Tingyun/Buffer for tingyun and a buffer if you opt for that instead of gepard, you will want a ton of speed, but try not to neglect tankiness. So you could run 2pc hacksrsoace and then 2pc knight, disciple, or guard. For planar ornaments, broken keel or belobog will be good to go either way. if you just run Gepard, then yeah, if you have him on 4pc knight it’s all good. But he doesn’t have any way to amplify the team’s damage, so see if you can put broken keel on him so he can at least give jingliu some dmg.

Hm, I do indeed have a Bronya. She has her signature light cone, E0.

I'm always trying to keep my healer alive because he's super important LMAO. However, I didn't think of using Bronya or Black Swan as some of you suggested (I have her too). I'll see if I can buff the ever living fuck out of Jingliu.

#♥️ girlie says #🤍 anon asks

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trrickytickle · 1 year

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Ten-Tickles 🛸

the punchline was “what does it take to make an alien laugh?” but then again, title would get too long. last fic i did for this franchise was so bad (it was pretty much a glorified headcanon list) so i deleted it 💀 Be warned, a lot of these drabbles have the same sort of wafer-thin setup, I just need excuses to write the situations they're in.

Self-indulgent switch Ben+Gwen drabbles I did in between prompts and such. because 1) I’m a 2000s CN kid and 2) I’m trash lmao. Props to my brother for putting up with me for asking him questions about a show I haven’t seen in years and then again it was only bits and pieces of said show. they should have had a tk scene let me live my truth. and yes i've never watched this show in years but i do have a human encyclopedia at my disposal (shoutout again to my poor brobro)

But anyways, oh my DAYS, Ben and Gwen. Still essential parts of EVERY tickle doodle sheet. They were THE ler-leaning switches ever in my day (old hag voice). DEF annoying lers, tk potential THROUGH DA ROOOOF but the shenanigans are better in small doses. footerfeet tickles in ditto + wildvine + greymatter drabbles btw (if u dont like) (OH and in the last drabble as well)

I am NOT familiar at all with any of the story stuff or like 128923 other serieses. All I know is that there's a blue furry now and what my brother tells me (a whole bunch, it's the tism) (same). This is just my brainvomit. So yeah. These are the small shenanigan doses. 10 drabbles, 10 aliens, that’s the gist. YEAH IM TRASH SUE ME

Putting the weird gut-wrenching feeling he got after the Omnitrix would power down again aside, Ghostfreak was a fun one. What was not to love about phasing through walls like a peeping Tom and scaring the crap out of little kids? Best part was- Gwen didn’t seem to like him.

This past summer, the Rustbucket had parked its tires down next to many, many art museums, much to Ben’s dismay. The Cleveland Art Museum was no different to him (it was in Ohio, so it was probably worse). Marble statues and paintings filled a lifeless square with ivory walls as if to compensate for something. Like the art strung up on the walls, it was a tragic sight. Ben gave a loud groan, to which Grandpa Max shushed in response.

“Look, it’s all part of the deal-” he lectured. “We went where you wanted to go-”

“Blehh-bleh-blehh-bleh-bleh-bleh-bleeh..” Ben mocked, just barely brushing past a delicate display.

“Can’t you have some culture, mush-for-brains!?” Gwen snapped. “This place has lots of history behind it!”

They kept walking, stopping to admire piece after piece after piece, and then they just had to read the little information cards on the bottom. Boring.

“Yeah, yeah, history, schmistory. The guy who drew that’s probably dead anyway. Speaking of dead…” Slamming the dial on a spooky silhouette, Ghostfreak floated up with a chill in the frigid air.

"Boo!" he joked, startling Gwen (and everyone else in the museum) with a jolt. She scowled, glaring daggers into Ghostfreak's single pupil.

“What? This place is practically a ghost town already.” Another glare from the ginger. “Tough crowd, I guess.” Ghostfreak phased through a few statues and peeled off its skin to scare onlookers, then went back to bother Gwen again.

“Heeeeeyyy…”

"What.” Gwen snapped, turning around from her view of a sculpture. The alien dove through her torso, phasing through and quite literally getting inside her head, possessing her and stringing her hands around like a disorganized puppeteer.

"Stop tickling yourself." Ghostfreak rasped. Out of her control, Gwen's own hands danced around her tummy. Her possessed body struggled to keep from breaking out in a laughing fit, snickering, snorting and gritting her teeth.

"NGH-gh-hh-heh.." Gwen grunted, contorting her twisting smile into a grimace. Her own arms still moved unwillingly around her sides, and Ghostfreak's teasing whispers rang through her own corporal body.

"Stop tickling yourself. Stop tickling yourself. Stooop tickling yourself~" Her cousin's nagging voice surrounded Gwen's thoughts louder than usual, and if that wasn't bad enough, her own fingers involuntarily dug their way into her ribs, and along the hallowing halls reverberated her shrill, loud shriek.

'Hehehe-haha-hYIEEEEK!! Youhohou're such a dweeb!!" Through laughter, her own hands squeesed their way down her sides.

Ghostfreak phased out of her, laughing in a strange demented manner. Scowling, Gwen and Grandpa Max were dragged out of the building whilst Ben floated behind, gloating.

Well, this wasn't the first place they were kicked out of.

The Plumber base was cool at first. The secret entrance was cool. The alien ray-guns were cool. Even the prospect of plain old Grandpa kicking butt for a living was cool. As visits became more frequent, the wow-factor dulled. Grandpa Max would almost always be off discussing confidential matters, and Ben and Gwen would be left to their own devices under the vague condition of "don't touch anything", and more often than not, Ben would run into a room he wasn't allowed in while Gwen ran after him, and such was the case. A monitor twice the size of a movie screen fell before the cousins' eyes, with a keyboard thrice as wide to boot.

"Too many failed login attempts. Try again in fifteen minutes!?" Ben groaned. "You'd think we'd be allowed to test some of this stuff out.."

"What part of "don't touch anything" do you not understand, bozo?" Gwen retorted.

"Relax, it's not like he'll notice.." Ben shrugged in response, fingers wriggling over the cluttered keyboard. Before he could lay a finger on it, Gwen held him up by the back of his shirt.

"Hey! Do I look like I want Grandpa to kill us?"

Writhing, Ben looked down, turning the Omnitrix dial and slamming it, resulting in a mass of neon-streaked ferrofluid coagulating into his technological form. Upgrade slithered its way out of Gwen's reach and enveloped the screen, and Ben was interlinked to the monitor.

"Wo-ho-hoah! Look at all these! I don't even know what to name all of them!" Upgrade chirped, putty-like head popping out of the monitor. Slides of alien data files popped up in duochromatic green and black. Gwen groaned in frustration and scoured the keyboard for some sort of power down switch.

"Come on, come on! The Plumbers should know where to put a dang off button!" Disgruntled, Gwen's fingers closed as many tabs as her cousin could open. Ben felt jolts of static zapping at his mechanical form. For every press on the unnecessarily complicated contraption, the little zaps would grow increasingly inconvenient. And they tickled. Bad. Upgrade thrashed, threatening to jump out of the screen.

"-ngh- Would you stop -ugh- bothering me? I'm trying to get us- YOU out of trouble!" Gwen dodged the assault of his synthetic limbs while resuming her attempt to shut the device off.

"Hehe-heh-hey! I'm nohot trying to, you're tickling me!" Upgrade jittered. There was an eager glint in Gwen's eyes which made him regret his choice of words. Like a pianist, she cracked her knuckles, wiggling her fingers before the keys.

"Oh yeah? How's this for tickling? How about this?" Gwen pressed a crescendo of keys in a sadistic cacophony in a quick, succeeding fashion. Her fingers precisely clicked away from the top row all across the bottom. Upgrade's putty-like construct could barely constrict, only jutting outwards as each shockwave coursed through his synthetic body.

"G-gh-HA-HA-heh-HAHA-hah-heh-ha-HAHAHAHAHA! Quihihit it, lame-brain! Stohop, stohoho-hop! Ihi-hihi'm beheh-hehe-gging you!"

"Nope. Serves you right!" Gwen continued, smirking in sadistic glee at her newfound knowledge. Her hands criss-crossed across the board, aiming for certain nooks and crannies (the space bar was especially bad), laughing along with the Mechamorph.

As what was left of ten minutes ticked away, the clicking of keys grew louder and faster, and Upgrade's chippery laughter rang through the hallowed halls of the Plumber base.

It wasn’t fair. No matter how many games of license plate bingo Ben betted it on, it was always Gwen who got to sit and soak up the AC in the front seat. It was torture, seeing her kick back, a gloating grin square on her face when she looked back at the shaky, sizzling back seat- and desperate times like this called for desperate measures. Annoying ones. Wandering his way down the matted carpet of the Rustbucket on his tiptoes, Ben crept up at his cousin and goosed her in the sides with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Poke.”

A squeal! made Grandpa look back from the steering wheel and groan dejectedly. Gwen scowled, gritting her teeth.

“Rrrr! Why do you have to be such a- EEEEE!!” A plethora of pokes followed from her sides up to her ribs, along with occasional digs at her armpits- that is if they weren’t slammed shut in preparation for imminent attack.

“Gr-Grandpa! He’s being annoying!” To no avail, Grandpa Max kept on driving, trying to shut out her high pitched laughter.

“I’m only stopping if you’ll let me sit up front..” Ben retorted obnoxiously. “Poooooke- OW!” Gwen flicked him on the index finger in response, giggling smugly. He attempted to reach in numerous times afterwards, but each one would be deflected by Gwen’s hand.

“Nice try, doofus! That won’t work on me!” she stated, hands on hips. It was desperate times like now which called for desperate measures. Knowing Ben, he wouldn’t back down from a challenge, and when Gwen heard the dial-turn of the Omnitrix, it spelled trouble.

“But this might!” Four-Arms’ booming, baritone voice growled. His massive size bent him double against the roof of the RV, which only made Gwen closer to (two) arms’ reach.

“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.”

But think about it he did. Gwen’s wrists were grasped by Ben’s single muscle-bound alien arm, lifting her up, and his other three were prodding away while she squirmed at the hands of the squatting extraterrestrial.

"Hihihehehehehe-AH-haha! Puhuhut me dohohown!" She bucked, instinctively kicking the window so hard the air freshener swung like a pendulum. Grandpa Max lifted one hand off the steering wheel to facepalm and rub his temples. Kids.

"Surrender the front seat!"

"Or whahahat, you slimeba-ha-hall!?"

"Or I'm amping it up!" Halting the stabbing jabs, Four-Arms lifted Gwen's legs up, receiving full access to her torso. Her long-sleeved tee was pulled to reveal her midsection, which his brawny lower hands then toyed with like an organ. "So, about that front seat.. Ready for it to be mine now? Huh??.." " ..Huh? Aw, MAN!" Like it was fate, the Omnitrix timed out in a flash of red, and Ben was met with a stern Grandpa-glare.

Why'd she always have to win?

"Kk-ggh-HA-HA! That's unfahair! G-Gwen, you're che-hee-HEA-ting!"

"Hah-how is it chehe-heating if- -ngh- I'm nohot letting you cheat!?"

The plasticine squeak of chafing against polyester was frequent as gunfire in the warzone that was the Rustbucket and laughter filled summer air like mustard gas- an all-out tickle tussle had arose in the midst of a stop for gas and supplies. Gwen had the upper hand, as Ben had slid off onto the carpet from her dirty tactic of holding up his left hand (conveniently also his cool alien watch-wielding hand) and targeting his armpit. Hypocritically, she reached over for her spellbook, leaning over on the booth seat as her cousin floundered on the carpet, and she had let go, unaware, only to look back at a flash of neon green. Ditto emerged, splitting into one- then two- then three.

"Uh-ooooh, looks like somebody's outnumbered!" One chatty clone piped while the other snuck up behind her back, putting its arms above Gwen's shoulders and mercilessly targeting her tummy. The other two, however, grabbed her ankles and tossed her shoes off and gave each other the same shit-eating knowing smirk, cartoonishly wiggling their free fingers.

"Hah-hehe-HA-ha-HA! Ahaha-ha-quit it, quit it, qui-hih-hi-hit it!" Gwen repeated, giggling.

"Raspberry on three?" the Ditto at her left foot remarked, the rest nodding.

"Three.. two.."

"One!" Gwen yelled, squeezing the Ditto behind her's side. All three yelped in unison, and the smile on her face shifted to one involuntary to a knowing grin. Smirking, she pinned the clone down, pursing her lips and leaning in for a satisfyingly sloppy raspberry, then another, and then another. All three laughed hysterically, swatting at air.

"guh-HA-HAHA-AHAHAHA-HA!! Stoppit! P-puh-PLEEASE!"

"Hah-HA-Ha-HAHA-Haha-have MERCY!!"

"Nnnnghh-HHHAHA-HA!! It TICKLES!!"

"Not 'till lunch, dwe- ACK!" Gwen called back as the Omnitrix timed out, only to be greeted with a pounce by her now-human cousin, his fingers threateningly spidering over her. "Don't even! B-Be-hehe-hen!"

Typically, Gwen wasn't one to boast. It was mainly Ben's antics that kept her humble during the road trip. Today seemed to be a rather obnoxious exception- she'd just grasped a spell, and used it every chance she got. Throughout this long summer day, cries of "Reanima Verdanica!" irritated Ben and to an extent, Grandpa Max to no end as flowers bloomed wherever she went.

"Alright, alright! I get it! You can make a few posies and pansies, what's the big deal!?" Ben whined. No response. Thinking the campsite they were parked at could use a little sprucing up, wildflowers sprouted from the mana on Gwen's hands onto the ground. Flowers that were tenfold their original size were visible from the sun-faded windows. Ben slumped onto the dinette table, rolling his eyes, when not long after he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"A little Wildvine'll show her who's boss!" Evergreen now surrounded the inside of the vehicle in a flash of light. Ben, in Wildvine's form, slithered out the door and snuck up behind his cousin.

"Reanima...verdanicAAHHH! What is WITH you, freakazoid!?"

"Hah! How's this for a plant?" Wildvine growled. "Betcha flowers can't do this!" Extending like a jumper cable, a tendril from his left hand extended, grabbing Gwen by her legs. Upside-down, the spellcaster struggled in her surprisingly strong bonds. Her spellbook fell to the floor with an underwhelming thud.

"Grrrr! Let me down, or-"

"Or what? You're gonna make me a flower crown?" He gloated. Wildvine's tuberous face shifted into a smirk, and from his sides, he conjured three sets of rakelike vines- two of which wormed into Gwen's armpits, the other pair slowly skittered against her ribs and tummy, and, to her relief, the last pair laid still against his roots. His methods were slow, but boy, were they evil.

"Ngh-hehe-gGGGGH! Reanima-haha... Verda-HA! Reanima Ver-daha-HAnicA! Ngh.. STUPID spell!" Continually, Gwen attempted to say the spell straight-faced, but humiliating giggles would slip out in between her attempt to resist. Not even weeds would grow from the ground.

"Payback, princess!" Wildvine rasped, the last set of arms shot up and the left arm grabbed hold of her left foot, whilst the right took off her shoe and began to scribble and shuffle against her sole in quick succession. The other vines followed suit, speeding up.

"Ugh! Reanima-HA-HAHAHAHA! Eeee-ya-hehehe-HAHAHA! You are so-hoho getting it when I'm out of here!"

She'd keep that promise and keep it well.

(oh ma JESUS i had to do research (ick) to get this one to work, i'm also a dog person if you couldn't tell)

Most people associated summer with sweltering heat and running through sprinklers. Most people, however, would not associate it with a life-or-death journey to retrieve lost alien DNA samples across the galaxy on a spaceship. Half the Omnitrix's rogue's gallery had been magically corrupted in a battle with Hex, giving Ben limited access to its library.

It wasn't as grueling as the past battle against Vilgax- the aliens scanned in the past had offered themselves up again without a fight- but Wildmutt's sample was different. Its home planet Vulpin also housed heaps of malignant radioactive waste, so Tetrax, the crystalized mercenary, took matters into his own hands and brought it onto the ship. Flighty, feral and difficult to control, it was hard to ease.

"Now, no sudden movements.." Tetrax husked. "Just touch and scan."

"Aw, yeah! Just one left and it's hero time!" Ben boasted. To prevent further damage, the Vulpimancer was surrounded by a ring of creeping green crystal.

"Nice doggy.. good doggy.." Gwen attempted to reason. The alien responded, eagerly lapping her face and showering it in thick drool. "Ugh! Gross!" Sniffing the air, the canid alien inched toward the two human children. It snarled, then with a series of curious pants, leapt at Ben.

"Yeesh. Talk about a sudden movement." Gwen chided. The Omnitrix-bearer was nervous- its sharp teeth and cud-like drool was an inch to his face. Tetrax and Gwen flinched. Ben knew Wildmutt, and he knew him well- this beast could maul him at any second.

What came instead was much less lethal- the alien's panting changed to that of excitement, and nuzzling against the fabric of Ben's shirt, it started to sniff him, the gusts of hot air blowing against his tummy.

"Nnghh! Gh-hh-Ahah-Hh--"

Gritting his teeth, it didn't take long before he'd burst into loud, embarrassing laughter.

"AH-hah-ha-ha-HAHA! Hehe-haha- Te-hetrax! Make him stohohop!"

Tetrax stood, smiling innocently. Boyish laughter urged the Vulpimancer to lean in closer and pepper Ben with slobbering dog-kisses, much to Gwen's delight- this was perfect blackmail material.

"Aw, who's a good boy? Whooo's a good boy? Who loves torturing my doofus cousin? You do, ooooooh, yes, you do!" Gwen cooed, teasing Ben with wriggly fingers.

"Gaha-guh-Gwen! J-Juhust ge-heh-het Wildmutt offa mehe-hehe!"

"What's that? The doofus says he likes it?" She chided.

"Now, now, don't tease him too much. Scanning mode will trigger soon." Tetrax responded, ceasing playing dumb.

Ben bucked, as the Vulpimancer's head wormed its way into his armpit, instinctively causing him to conk it on its skull with the Omnitrix. The watch glowed a dim orange as a robotic voice reverbrated-

"Scanning mode engaged." Finally. Both Tetrax and Gwen helped the mushy, giggly puddle on the floor which was Ben Tennyson up. Panting in relief, the tingly, shaggy sensation passed. The Omnitrix was complete, and it was safe travels back from here- safe, long, travels where Gwen wouldn't let him live this down.

(this picture looks really stupid HAHA)

Despite the wide range of useful alien heroes in the Omnitrix, it was no secret that Ben had a clear bias towards Four-Arms- what more could you want? Heck, the guy was hulked out, with four knuckle sandwiches at the ready- and his strength could fare useful for any situation.. especially annoying Gwen. The cousins were tasked to work together on setting up camp, and knowing them, things would only take a turn for the worse. Littered across the campsite were pinewood not yet built into a campfire and tents left unpitched- all because the two were too busy squabbling.

"...What part of "pitch a tent" do you not understand, bonehead!?" Gwen nagged, hands on hips.

"Grandpa said that was your job! Remind me who helped gather the firewood earlier?"

"Four-Arms." she chided. "It's not fair! You get to go hero and I've gotta do everything myself!" Just as fate had intended, the Omnitrix sparked green once again, and Ben gave a mischievous grin, making the redhead want to swallow her words.

"Oh, I'll have fun showing you what else he can do!" He wiggled his fingers, pressing the watch dial down. In a flash of quick metamorphosis, the boy emerged as-

"CANNONBOLT!?"

"Hah! Please. Like that thing can pitch a tent."

Ben, disappointed with the form he had taken, looked down at his radish-like feet, then back up at his armor plated shoulders- then his fluffy claws... and a devious idea hatched in his spherical head. Grabbing Gwen, Cannonbolt curled up halfway, and though she couldn't see it through her predicament, there was a wide, fanged smirk across his face.

"AH!! Whatever you're doing, don't even-"

"Too late! Tickle-tickle tickle tickle-tickle.." His four-pronged claws wormed their way into Gwen's shirt, scribbling and squeezing against her sides while their unbearable fur fluffed against her midsection. Her tummy jerked around as she writhed and threw her head back.

"Ggg-rr-HHH!!-Hh-HAHAHA-hahahEEEEK! Eeee- Sss-HH-Stoppit! Put me dOHOWN!"

"Hmm... no. Unless.." Laying on his plated shell, Cannonbolt remained nonchalant as Gwen squealed, cackled and bargained. He upped the ante, lightly tracing over her navel and going over her shirt to poke at every individual rib while she was held snug in a bear-hug. "You let me go hero."

"Nnnnn-NEHE-Never!" Fighting the press of its claws, Gwen put up a fight- only urging Ben to further egg her on. Bad idea.

"Well, in that case..." A barrage of quick, spiderlike claw-movements were skidding and skittering around Gwen's tummy. The pine forest clearing around them were as much as a wreck for once, and a familiar voice boomed from within the trees louder than her laughter.

"Benjamin. Kirby. Tennyson." Grandpa Max scolded. Gwen and Cannonbolt stood like deer in headlights, darting their eyes along the mangled campsite. At least there was someone who could keep Ben in check.

Nothing in the Rustbucket worked like it was supposed to. Flushing the toilet was a three-man effort, the oven would start sparking when the stove was on, and most inconveniently, opening the fridge cut the air conditioning- which was left running as the Tennysons trekked back from a strenuous hike at the Grand Canyon, and to their dismay, Ben and Gwen were greeted by a snail trail of melted ice-cream stretching from the faulty fridge.

“Aw, man! That was our only real food!” Ben whined, wiping his brow, standing at the puddle like it was blood at a crime scene. Gwen stood next to him, equally distraught, as the chunks of cookies and cream barely reached their shoes.

“Yeah, if only SOMEONE didn't leave the AC on!” she snapped.

"Oh, that's an easy fix. A little Grey Matter'll work wonders!” The tiny trooper jumped up onto the kitchenette’s counter, over the stove and made a springy leap up to the top of the fridge and launched himself toward the dusty air vent. Incessantly technobabbling to himself, Gwen looked up with a little too much faith in him.

"You know, I think this is one of the only good ideas you've had all summer.."

Grey Matter crawled, slimy hands soldering wires to the best of its abilities. Almost there. Wiping out gunk from crevices without breaking a sweat, his sagacity was paying off well.

“I think it’s working!” exclaimed Gwen, a moment too soon.

“Just a clean around the filter, and..” Red light creeped through the vent as a low jitter signaled the Omnitrix’s cooldown. There was a thud- and Ben’s lower half stuck out through the roof, leaving the air conditioner in worse condition.

"-Unf! Oooowww!!"

Stuck in the vent from his shoulders up, he could do nothing but kick and flail- as Gwen erupted in mocking laughter.

"Hey, hey! Help! Seriously! Stop laughing and let me down! Ugh, I'm telling on you!" Ben whined and kicked at Gwen's face, unaware.

"Oh, I'll help you down, alright.." Her smug smirk, one of pure, unadulterated childlike mischief, was out of sight, which left Ben oblivious to the assault that was to come. Yanking his shoes off with a struggle, and swiftly, her shifting fingers swooped along his socked feet. This was so worth losing an entire tub of ice cream.

"WAIT!!- Nnng- heh-HUH-hahaha-Whahaha-what gi-HI-hihives!?"

"I'm just helping you down, what's with the attitude? Do you want to spend the rest of summer vacation with your head up a vent like an ostrich!?" Gwen played dumb, almost-reluctantly sliding off Ben's left sock, nimble fingers flossing through toes, ringing unrelenting laughter.

"Ggh-HAH-haha-HA!! Stohop making f-huhun of me!" With each trace at the arch and dig at the toes, his face flushed from above. Gripping desperately onto the roof, he thrashed, threatening to crash on the carpet.

"I bet there's a spell in here somewhere.." pondered Gwen.

"nn-NNN-PLEAHASENO!" In fear of the mere suggestion, Ben fell facefirst into the confection on the carpet. Holding back giggles, Gwen walked away as he grumbled.

They wouldn't be getting any cool air for days.

"G-AAAAAAH!!"

A failed leap of faith sent Gwen, donning the Lucky Girl mask, careening down the Seattle Space Needle hopelessly, just barely escaping Charmcaster and her bag of tricks. Her own hero exploits were as infrequent as they were dangerous- which was why, for safety's sake, she would be frequently accompanied by Ben.

"huh-huh-Phew..-whoo-.."

As her arms flailed in an ostrichlike attempt in flight, Stinkfly's gangly hands had grabbed her mid-air, a light buzz coming from his insectoid wings. Gwen was safe and sound- but his putrid smell couldn't escape her.

"I really saved your butt there, didn't I?" his phlegmy voice reverbrated, Charmcaster's flying golems hot on their trail. They weren't any trouble- they were easily apprehended by the goop from his eyestalks.

"Yeah, but you really didn't need to smell like one! Now, hurry!" As they lost the evil enchantress, Gwen sassed and the duo flew toward the Rustbucket. Manoeuvreing over buildings with beating wings and showing off to onlookers, Ben was taking his sweet time for someone she told to hurry.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "What part of hurry don't you under-ST-eEK! " With a mischievous smirk, Stinkfly's legs reached over to poke at Gwen's middle- exposed from the wind blowing against her costume. Letting go of one arm, its brittle claw wormed (insect pun) into her armpit.

"Ahaha-HA! Y-yooo-you-hoo-hoo STINK!" she bucked.

"I know!" Keeping it up, two legs squeezed at the midriff like dough, while another set prodded at her ribs. "Not so lucky, are you now? Are you?" Even in a repulsive form, Ben still couldn't help but boast.

"Ghh-AHAHA-Heh-sto-STAHAHAP!" Gwen cackled. Fortunately, he heeded her demand- but only when they noticed Charmcaster, brandishing her magical bag behind them. Glowing red, the Omnitrix cooled down. Trouble.

"Looks like Lucky Girl has a weakness!.." she cooed. "And, oh, would you look at that! I have just the thing.." As wriggly, teasing stone hands flew towards Gwen, she couldn't help but grumble under her breath. Cousins.

(I ran out of "good" aliens.)

(also Gwendolyn's design is just so fucking good I literally love it for reasons I can't explain)

Another time adventure was the perfect opportunity to whisk Ben and Gwen away from a lunch of fried grasshoppers. Though their presence would cause many, many timeline discrepancies, they were the key to thwarting a major anomaly in Ben 10,000's way ..but their importance wouldn't stop the two from running amok in his headquarters. The two marveled at their own accomplishments, their egoes only expanding in the process.

"Woah! I get to learn more spells?" Gwen leafed through collections of magical runes, unusually eager. A slew of scrolls rolled off onto the metallic floor making a mess. "And that's my black belt!"

"Another hoverboard? Oh-ho-HO, check it out!" Pushing buttons and flipping switches they shouldn't have, the cousins made a mess of the tall tower- and it wasn't long before their future selves stepped up from the elevator doors, glaring dourly.

"What have we told you two about not touching anything?" reprimanded the older Ben. "That was a present from New Petropia!"

"You too, Gwen." Gwendolyn deadpanned. "You know, I'd think us- you out of all people would know better."

"Ugh, jeez! Guess you're still no fun.." The ten-year-old Ben rolled his eyes, blowing a raspberry at his elder- who exchanged a sly, knowing smirk with Gwendolyn.

"Well, we do know a thing or two about fun..." In the blink of an eye, Future-Ben went Four-Arms, holding his younger self up by the wrists with his first pair of arms. Gwendolyn straddled the latter cousin's legs with a wry smile.

"Consider this revenge." she teased, baring her long nails at Gwen, tracing, scribbling and spidering over her sides. Four-Arms, bigger and more rugged than he was in the past, dug into Ben's ribcage and armpits, just harsh enough to be unbearably soft.

"Wha-What are you- Wait! No! We're really so-HORRY! Ah! Haha-hah-heh-HA!" Gwen pleaded through laughter, throwing her head back as her older self dug into her armpits while she thrashed with every touch.

"Ple-HEASE! I'm -huh- not gonna-ha-ha- touch yo-hour stuff! You're gonna KI-HEHE-HILL ME!"

"No use bargaining, shrimp." Changing form, a (new!) agile simian alien emerged and webbed Ben up. "I call him Spidermonkey." Its tail yanked his shoes off, and eight fluffy fingers spidered over his soles. Hitting the floor, he thrashed in silky bonds as one of many new forms exploited weaknesses that he himself knew better than anyone.

"Just s-huh-SE-hehend us to the Null Vo-hoi-d ahat thi-his point!"

"We're just getting started! I've got 9,998 heroes left!"

"You know, Gwen.. great point earlier. I did get to learn more spells. Esthesio Pluma!" The younger redhead gulped, preparing for the worst. Fluffy feathers descended out of nowhere, flitting and floating at the flick of Gwendolyn's wrist. They ghosted over her stomach, telekinetically flying into her shirt to fluff at her belly button. The other plumes brushed over her neck in slow methodical fashion, and into her armpits.

"AH-hehe-HEH-hehehe! Lemme GO-hoho! You've behehe-heen through this!" Gwen reasoned, attempting to swat away the feathers, curling up into a kicky ball.

"Should we let up?" Nonchalantly, the older Ben rasped whilst running around in XLR8's form, waggling his tail quickly over his younger self's stomach while his claws targeted multiple spots simultaneously.

"We don't want us to suffer forever.." Gwendolyn assured, relinquishing control of the floating feathers. As quickly as he started, XLR8 stopped, reverting back into Ben. The past-cousins had a moment to catch their winded breath before getting back on their feet.

"-huff- I'll get me back someday.. Maybe.. now!" Just as Ben was about to slam his watch, his future self poked him on the stomach. "-y-IEEK!"

"If you tried, we'd know." she jeered.

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and that's the end of that! damn, that last one was long. back to requests!

#tickling #tickle community #t-word #tickle fic #tfb community #tickle #tk fic #tickle fanfic #sfw tickling #sfw tickle fic #the main reason im posting this is because my friend said they were awaiting it. do not tell them i said that. .///.#anyways #drabbles am i right?

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innovatorbunny · 4 months

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Gotta admit I do appreciate how articulate you are when talking about something you don’t like. Personally I find gacha alright because I don’t find myself being too pulled into it, and the exploration part being paired with the game is alright with me because I enjoy visiting the same scenery again and again. It’s just me enjoying repetitive gameplay. I can totally see why you wouldn’t like it.

I follow you partially because it’s nice to see an explanation on why someone dislikes something I enjoy. And that sometimes in the end the thing you enjoy is literally just what someone else hates. It’s preference

(Of course this doesn’t apply to the inherently predatory nature of gacha and similar topics,,, I think it’s pretty safe to say it’s best to agree that those things are just bad especially to those susceptible to developing addiction)

Anyway, have a good day!! Also thanks for introducing me to Elphelt lmao

oh wow really?? ive never really considered myself to be very articulate and precise, in fact its something i think i struggle with, so thank you for that www

anywho, yeah i also dont find myself pulled into gacha too badly, at least not anymore. and i can definitely agree genshin has its merits, lots of genuinely lovely scenery, simple but engaging gameplay and characters that are easy to get attachted to (of course this is also one of its problems considering its a gacha).

one of the main reasons that i believe genshin is so promising is because it gives a lot for free - its a decent replacement for botw for people that dont have the disposable income for that game or the console. genshin is a similar experience that can be played on multiple devices, the pulls are obviously there.

my point wasnt really that the game is bad because gachas are predatory - although that is certainly a reason why its bad. the main problem i was discussing was an inherent incompatibility with the genre of the game and type of game it is. open world is best when there's a concrete conclusion, and gachas are designed to last as long as possible. at some point, the game will start to feel some amount of hollow, even if you still enjoy the game.

im not trying to say you shouldnt enjoy genshin, because even despite this flaw its still very possible to do so. but it being a gacha causes it to clash very hard with being an open world, which becomes noticable once you stop exploring for enjoyments sake and start doing so for a prize.

#i hope this didnt come off as me saying you're wrong for enjoying it...... i just wanted to state what i was saying a bit more clearly #im really not articulate at all lmao #asks #anonymous

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tokyogruel · 4 months

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@deicidefull tumblr wont let me answer your ask properly, im depressed. so i will have to do it in a fucked up way

i was going to sleep but how many chances does one get to throw 875 songs&artists at unsuspecting mutuals?

"before you do anything you need to listen to this is love by air traffic controller and think of sakurai haruka. relatively easy. done? try listening to kodomo no shikumi by pinocchiop. okay, slowly, try thinking of momose amane. it doesn't have to make sense, this is for fun. keep your train of thought and start listening to milk crown on sonnetica now. take a break. listen to some nanawoakari and don't think of anyone in particular. this one's a bit difficult...listen to carnivorous plant. get up and walk around a bit. sit back down and listen to it again, but think of kusunoki muu this time. that was tiring, take another break. listen to some frederic. again, you don't need to think of anyone in particular. try thinking of sakurai haruka again. then, listen to kotoba no obake ga mado kara miteiru by frog69. watch the mv, too. this is important. if you still need more rest, listen to some flowerface. alternatively, if you can handle it, listen to i'd like to die at about 40 years old by aoya and think about kashiki yuno. you can keep listening to aoya even if you don't think about her. you can even listen to jan and think about sakurai haruka. it's your life. okay now you're finally ready... listen to killer spider by pinocchiop. think of kusunoki muu. do it again. do it again. do it again. do it again. do it again. do it aga (im so normal about spider muu im so normal) you're done!! for a treat, listen to some yorushika or yoasobi, whichever you have at home! remember you're the one who asked for song recs...okay...sorry...goodnight snork mimizzzz"

youre starting off soooo fucking gooooddddd GODDDDDD,, i love air traffic controller. and im gonna be honest it's hard not to think of hamnet from the underland chronicles,,, but hamnet is a haruka-type anyway so i got over it LMAO. YOUR MIND IS SO BEAUTIFUL FOR THIS ONE DO YOU MIND IF I THROW IT ON MY HARUKA PLAYLIST?

this is a very good amane song i like where youre going with this. lets check out the next song! .... "The innocent emotions, so much that I clean and dispose of them. For what grounds does "pure" and "impure" become the labels I brandish?" ... you would willingly hurt me like this

i ended up listening to this one. i think its cute & im definitely interested in hearing more!

im assuming you mean this one, in which case,, WOW,,, THIS IS A REALLY FUCKING GOOD SONG,, the "i hate you" being "i wish all you had was mine"???? SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW. ok. im normal

i ended up listening to oddloop and IM OBSESSED. THEIR SOUND IS SO FUN? i saved a few of their songs to my spotify likes to listen to later and im so excited. the lead singer has such a fun voice. AHHHH (also i know you said not to think of anyone, but oddloop is a shidou song to me now)

THIS SONG IS REALLY GOOD. and the mv is so simple, so effective. very haruka. at this point i am going to run off and take a shower (also, i have watched the mvs for all of these :3 very good stuff)

ok i am back i am fresh, im sparkling. kurari kurari. i ended up picking baby teeth to listen to, and im a fan, though very sad now. i might have to gather some similar songs i have in my spotify to send back to you sometime. hm. had a hard time finding the aoya song so heres a link to it for others. very sad, very yuno i agree. i also couldnt figure out where to find songs by jan, so i ended up listening to the diary of jane instead which is absolutely not what you told me to do (if you could send me some jan songs though, id love that)

VERY GOOD SONG. i can totally see it for muu. unfortunately, my brain immediately pushed it onto shidou (i dont think thats sinful,, theyre technically partner prisoners,, 0405,,) but to make up for this grievance ill share the lines that make me go "OH YEAH, MUU" .. "Because you're really no good, Because you can't do anything without me, I'll bite you softly, poison you a tiny bit, And teach you a lesson" "And put a leash on you. Is this him? Or is that him?" "While kissing the corpse, your instinct searches for the next prey."

ive heard yoasobi before, so ill give yorushika a try! ... only to realize that ive listened to this song once before! and then to go hm,, that artstyle ive seen once more in the past,, and i know this one too!

goodnight (or now i suppose, welcome to a new day ahahaha) thank you for sharing your music with me!

#creature speaks #ask tag #technically. this was an ask...

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solstheimtxt · 5 months

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Some dude left his disposable vape, so we tossed it bc he left it in the bathroom. Bc vapes are drugs, right? Its nicotine, and we cannot keep drugs. (This includes asprin, ibuprofen, weed, etc etc, unless it has someones name on it [like a prescription], were supposed to toss it). And this guy comes up and i explain this and deadass this dumbass just goes:

"Its nicotine. Thats not a drug."

So guess which agm had to dig thru the trash to get this guys vape (me), despite the fact this same guy last month was like oh im calling the health inspector on you guys cause the bathroom (the same one he barged into while my coworker was cleaning, after she TOLD HIM she was cleaning) wasnt clean.

Still waiting for that health inspector but uhhh yeah this morons wildin lmao

#delete later #he deadass was like nicotines not a drug #jesus fucking christ #i need tomorrow off so badly if i hear one more dumbass statement thats that incorrect i will throw hands #if you need an id to buy it we have to toss it if you leave #like dude i dont want your stupid fucking vape i smoke real cigarettes to die quicker like a real adult (sarcasm)#drugs cw #smoking cw

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somewhatclear · 8 months

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ok so @greypetrel tagged me (@deerna) on this meme like *checks timestamp* two months ago, but i got around to empty out my inbox only now so.... better late than never...?

some rambling about the choices, and blank under the cut!

if you feel like doing it, consider yourself tagged :3

what do you mean "i had" an old account?? i still cross-post everything on my dreamwidth, i'll have you know!

obviously i have an ao3 account

i do write smut even if it's hell

beta-reading for friends AND publishing without a beta are often going hand in hand for some reason

if you're not writing self-indulgent fic, why the hell are you writing fic for???

i am terrible at commenting bc by the time im at the end of the fic my brain is mush so yeah. you get the ol' keysmash more often than not. im turning to emojis a lot now in my old age tho lmao

leave kudos! leave feedback! always! or as often as you can.

i mostly write m/m so. yeah.

fanfic is an actual literary genre! beside the fact that it doesn't follow the normal rules for worldbuilding and setting up, fanfic is generally more character-driven than "regular" fiction. if you hear "contemporary sff reads like fanfiction, these days" it's bc it's becoming more character driven! and if you're saying that because you're making a comment about the poor quality of the writing, i have a spoiler for you: we always had bad literature. published literature can be extremely, appallingly, entertainingly bad. and it has always been.

my hyperfixation bounces around a lot, and my old fandoms are never forgotten.

...i do too much research. i have spent the past three days on the harvard website just to try and figure out their schedule for the years 2013-2015 NOBODY CARES ABOUT THAT DEE!!! STOP!!!

listen. sometimes. things that are outlined. are worse. -- and here's another meme for you: "i will outline this fic so i can write it!" (AND THEN I DIDN'T)

i think it's normal to wait for feedback. i am firmly in the "writing for myself" field of belief, but if i share it, i want to know what people think about it. i wouldn't share it otherwise.

IT HAPPENED A FEW RARE TIMES, BUT IT DID HAPPEN-- also one of my little dreams is to commission a couple artists but disposable income is hard won these days.

"at least one" unpublished/unfinished story. AT LEAST 🤣

editing is fun, formatting is hell.

i do get ideas in the middle of the night WHICH IS WHY I DEVISED A SYSTEM TO KEEP TRACK OF ALL THE PLOTS I THINK ABOUT. you never know when you might get the itch to write that one stupid idea. (sometimes, it's just me yelling in your discord dms. you know who you are. thank you. im so sorry)

write while drunk and edit while sober! i actually have fond memories of doing that new year's eve between 2010 and 2011. i was stuck at home with the flu and celebrated all by myself lmao.

#meme

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weebsinstash · 1 year

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Crazy, absolutely insane how the people being replaced by robots thing is starting to actually happen. Writers, artists, translators... Something seen in science fiction media and talked about for ages is becoming a reality is freaking terrifying. Holy shit. I used to brush this type of thing off as some futuristic fiction trope, but the fact the artist AI is already damaging real artists does not feel real. Robot apocalypse might be a possibility. Wild.

Not to sound like a boomer but like yeah basically. ai making concept art, ai music, ai art making nfts, ai writing, actors acting in front of a greenscreen completely alone for their entire movie never even told the context of the scenes or even what movies they're going in, people still arguing that "real jobs" are a thing and advocate for millions being replaced by automation, all the while the excessive environmental damage, the waste, the overproduction, the consumerism, the new release of the exact same shit next year but only minor tweaking so the patent is fresh, price gouging, just

it's hard for me to not be constantly depressed in general, I'm really just constantly getting stoned and using escapism and some probably definitely maladaptive daydreaming to cope. I like to think I've written novels and novels mentally but I guess there's just a persistent air of, hopelessness that I feel isn't just in my life but im my environment and community and just, all of us as a whole that kind of sucks out my motivation from doing anything that takes mild effort.

Like I know I'm kind of jumping from ai art to societal issues/corporate greed but like for example, i reconnected recently with a friend i used to know online like 10 years ago and he basically reached out because, covid was hell and he had some people die and a lot of people are anxious and lonely right now, and we are both those people so, he invited me to come visit. And something that happened to him is that he used to paint and he loved painting and one day at his job, his shithead bastard boss built his own scaffolding to stand on and it collapsed, and a bar swung out and hit my friend in the elbow and gave him permanant nerve damage in his arm and hand and he now has extremely limited use of that limb, period, can no longer paint, even holding his fingers in such a way is painful

It just breaks me. It breaks me how so many of us feel so trapped and unhappy and how when some of us finally achieve some sort of happiness, someone with more power ruins it. Other people just damaging your life, your dreams, gone, and you didn't even do anything, it wasn't even in your control. I dunno. I am a diagnosed doom and gloomer but I guess ever since I was a really young I always felt like people were treated so replaceable and disposable and now I'm an adult and it just kind of chills me that holy shit if I picked up on that as a 1996 baby how hopeless does the current young generation feel. Like I could write paragraphs like some manic crackhead about how worried about shit I am lmao 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

#you may have intended this as more lighthearted but i constsntly see people proudly calling for more automation #it scares me. people already being underpaid being told they should be grateful w shit or be replaced by robots #its pathetic. crabs in a bucket mentality. hatred for art and intellect #i feel like i should add i think there is certain nuances in terms of certain accessibility by the common man but #the corporate greed shit and companies using robots instead of artists is fucked cause thwy can affoed it

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sucktacular · 9 months

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cw suggestive text (nothing graphic at all i dont even talk about anything to do with the use of adult toys its just the pure design/work environment ramblings) rambling about how i wish i graduated so i could go into the adult toy design industry maybe (doesnt know much about it but i have feelings)

okay first off idk too much about it cuz i was too busy being "normal" about my degree, but i think its SO BULLSHIT that theres an ENTIRE stream of industrial design we NEVER EVER touch on DESPITE IT BEING GREATLY BASED ON ERGONOMICS AND SKIN SAFE and also a stream that focusing on environmentally friendly practices would be so beneficial cuz theres so much "one and done" and disposable products in adult toys that make it so... BLEH. it has so much room to improve!!

anyway so i dont really know too much and its a bit of hopeful dreaming but ALSO its so funny cuz through learning to sketch technical drawings and the whole lot i always joked to myself and my close friends like "haha what if i made adult toys lmao" BUT NO WAIT ITS NOT A JOKE WHAT IF I DID!!!!

idk the work environment, and im sure its pure dog shit for small companies that just make whatever crap they can (not shitting on small companies just the ones that want to make products to make money and not to do anything innovative) but like i gotta think working for like funfactory or someone would be cool??

anyway i think maybe thats a field i would love to explore if i ever do consider getting back into finishing my degree (which i was only maybe 2 years from finishing - 1.5 years from graduating and another half a year cuz i didnt have the energy to do any of the side courses that didnt have anything to do with the degree but were like... mandatory compulsory courses? if thats the right word? like taking a science or humanities class or whatever that isnt taught by the main staff of the program. those courses ARE thankfully chosen well for the program - like design history and sociology and technical mathematics and shit but like... man i didnt have time for it ontop of the very heavy course load

uhm so yeah... lil tid bit about me is im very interested in adult toys and i love seeing new things and new designs and new options for people!! I think even if I wasn't sdoing anything new and innovative, at the very least if i was working with an environmentally conscious company that also really wanted to make products that people would have for years I would reallllly enjoy it.

i took my adderall today after a hot second of not taking it so thoughts are spilling out of my head and i weeded some of the garden and backyard till i was sweaty and just done with it for today ANYWAY uhm

yeah i have a lot of thoughts

#sucktacular sucks #suggestive

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tazmilyxfamily · 1 year

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Anonymous inquired:

I saw you tagged in some posts that mention "Cookierun - bugbear"(? I can't check rn srry), what is that? (If you even know?)

OH YEAH i never gave context for that huh

"CR: Bugbear" is just what me and my friend have nicknamed our version of canon! it's a mix of ovenbreak, kingdom, our own personal headcanons, favourite ships, interpretations, or just. what we'd rather have happen

the main change is that Dark Choco is sent to the Labyrinth of Remembrance to break White Lily's old window and there's a whole arc before he escapes with Amber Sugar and Sugar Glass instead of leaving at the end of chapter 13/14- Licorice then eventually joins them and they have a little settlement around the Labyrinth and go through all of their own little shenanigans

other misc stuff includes:

Dark Choco has a pet cakehound after killing its mother

Kumiho and Dark Choco had a fling when they were younger and are now tense (eventually amicable) "exes" (technically)

Kumiho instead gets with Amber Sugar. they have a kid way later.

so do Dark Choco and Licorice. his name is Dirt N' Worms.

also Dark Choco and Licorice split the Soul Jam between both of them when they get married because i like the idea

Sugar Glass and Cream Unicorn are divorced (they were briefly in a relationship but Sugar Glass realized she's aro/ace lmao)

Licorice gets replaced in the CoD by a dude named Pandan Waffle and his cakehounds. we're still figuring out what Brute and Bat-Cat do

Dark Choco has light magic ("currently" he only knows how to make light orbs but he learns a bit more later)

Bugbear is where stuff like surrogate au comes from because we're actually giving Sugar Glass attention :P

a weird cookie "disposes of" Dark Choco's cursed sword after Licorice baits it

there's also a WOF au- Amber Sugar and Sugar Glass are the only ones with designs

plus more im PROBABLY forgetting or just figured were too weird to drop here

most of this stuff obviously can't be on this blog tho, since it's still changing and developing and requires a lot of context and random NPCs, so we just kinda!! tag it as cr bugbear for personal organization and leave it at that

#{ sorry the answer isnt more specific but best i can do is offer you a peek into our canon XD }#❰ ❝Strange Artist❞ × OOC. × Ask. ❱#❰ ❝Grey Stranger.❞ × Anon. ❱

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hematomes · 1 year

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hey so abt your period cramps, i thought id throw my two cents in: there are chemicals in most disposable pads and tampons that have been shown to make cramps much worse. those reusable charcoal pads are pretty great as long as you wash them separately(<has spread blood to other clothes before)

yeah i heard abt that and i should move to other types 😭 i tried reusable pads & even whole underwear but im on the Extremely Heavy Flow™ team so it'd unevitably involve changing in public restrooms (like uni for ex) & the thought of keeping smth soaked in blood in my bag, even properly sealed kind of. disgusts me so i need to like warm up to the idea LMAO but it's 100% worth it and would be sm better so thank u!!! ill check the charcoal ones <3

#— answered #— mace

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fecto-forgo · 2 years

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Renfield for the character opinion meme!

dracula spoilers///(oct 3rd+)

i actually did this with the bingo before i got any asks LMAO anyways

dude i fucking love renfield.so much.he hits so close to home in so much stuff and whenever anything bad happens to him i get upset the whole day.also a sucker for nearly every design ive seen for him.hes more psychotic than every character ive seen thats supposed to be psychotic.also my new favorite autism headcanon.i wanna give him a hug and a blanket and be nice to him and a cup of hot cocoa

...that being said i will be ignoring he died bc yeah no that sucked.it feels similar to when lucy died again where stoker set up a plot (vampire lucys a thing now/renfields more grounded and trying to disconnect from dracula) but then ended it one-two days later because we need to focus on dracula again, which just leads to this anti climatic ending for the characters where im left questioning why he even bothered with it? lucys essentially used as a tutorial boss (they also learnt nothing from her first death apparently), renfields a mini exposition dump (which.he could have just told them.he could still get injured to show dracula found him disposable and just used him he really didnt need to die a slow confusing death, atleast not all alone) it just feels pointless either of those things happened (also.rly mean? ik a theme here is communication and the consequences of not doing it but both deaths so far were a character dying from the consequences of the others actions in not communicating with them) idk i just dont find stokers usage of death to be well paced, atleast a couple scenes in renfields were sad and make me want to punt seward a bit (him assuming hes restrained bc the injury paralyzed half his body and saying hell be quiet...im gonna die of heartbreak from sadness)

hope that made sense i just find it rly unsatisfying he ends their arcs very early before we can get into the good stuff </3

#on a cooler note i like this headcanon someone had where his more 'gentleman' speech is mostly masking he struggles to do when #hes having episodes or is overwhelmed #hes so autistic i love him #ask #dracula spoilers

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the-afterhoursgoodgirl

a very good girl

kishibe--sensei