#mob flams

[kuberish]

I hope this happens in DnD

#my art #my doodle #mob flams #benzin #the sketti is ready #he's so fuckin mean in the campaign #I love it

[bixels]

Any ideas on what sunburst /flim + flam are up to yet?

Sunburst is a linguist and historian who left his family, who have mob connections. Flim and Flam are doing exactly what you'd expect of them.

#ask me #anon

[fandomwe1rd0]

Am so sorry for my last request so am requesting something normal for once Luke rick just buying hamburger

No, no, no, it's ok! I like getting requests, I just didn't expect that one! I wrote a story about Rick buying a burger a few months ago actually, the story is under the cut!

Morty gazed over to Jessica longingly. He ran into the bathroom and washed his face. He took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. "T-today I'm going to t-talk to her" He went out and began walking over to Jessica. Suddenly he felt someone grab his shirt. He looked behind him and it was Rick. He sighed "Rick! I just want to go to school! " Morty begged. Rick rolled his eyes but "I don't know why you give a fuck about school. It's a dumb place for dumb people. I need you for something more important. So stop being a whiny bitch and come with me! " Rick demanded. Narrowing his eyes. Morty sighed "Fine R-Rick. C-c-can I go to school tomorrow" Rick groaned "Why do you even give a shit about school Morty? Fine, fine whatever. Come with me today and you can go to school tomburpmorow" Morty smiled and Rick said "Unless we have to go on an adventure tomorrow" Morty sighed.

The theme song played. Rick took Morty in his spaceship and started driving around. Morty sighed "Can't I just spend on day at school. " Rick sighed "Quit your bitchburping Morty, my research is more important. " Morty crossed his arms and looked away. Rick stopped at a planet "Here we are! " Morty sighed "Seriously Rick?! This is just a fast food place" Rick sighed "It's a fast food place that bannedburp me! So you're going to get in there and get me some burgers! They make some really fucking good burgers there Morty! " Morty sighed "T-take me to school!" Rick sighed "I don't know why you have such a hard-on for school, just order me a 2 triple large Gazeperon burgers with extra flim-flam sauce and large fries. " Morty sighed "F-fine Rick!"

Morty walked over to the fast food place, but then Rick jumped in front of him and shielded him with a bright blue shield. An alien tried shooting the shield but nothing went through it. Rick shot the alien and tried to run back to the spaceship but there was already an angry mob forming in front of the spaceship "Run Morty! " Rick said, grabbing onto Morty's wrist. They both ran and Morty said "Aw jeez..w-w-what is going on R-Rick?!" Morty asked "I'm not really well burpliked in this planet, that guy probably saw you talkburping to me and decided to shoot you" Morty sighed "W-why are you such an a-asshole Rick? P-people wouldn't want to k-kill you if you were nice! " Rick rolled his eyes and took a swig of his flask "I get a lot of enemies just by being a fuckburping God! You have to be an asshole to protect yourself when you're smart but you wouldn't understand that because you're a dumb little shit" Morty sighed and the crowd grew closer. Morty gulped "J-just open the portal old man! " Morty begged.

Rick shook his head. He grabbed something from his jacket and threw it at the crowd. The crowd exploded. Rick laughed "That was fuckingburp awesome! " Morty stared in shock and Rick grabbed his wrist "Now let's get some of those fuckburping burgers! " Morty went out of Rick's touch "Y-you just killed everyone! Y-you're a psycho!" Rick rolled his eyes "They going to fucking kill us, Morty. Should I have them kill us because you're a fucking puburpssy?" Morty crossed his arms "Can we just go home…?" Rick shook his head "No can do buddy. We have to get those burgers they the best the burp galaxy. Now go get them for me. " Morty sighed.

Rick went over to the fast food place and stayed in the space ship while Morty ordered. Morty gulped "U-uhm can I please have… 2 triple large Gazeperon burger with extra flim-flam sauce and large fries" The alien cashier made some grumbling and squishy noises and got to work. Morty waited for the meal while Rick was waiting in the space ship. The alien eventually handed Morty the burgers and they were all slimy. Morty said "Eugh…. C-can you put them in a bag? " The alien complied and Morty brought them to Rick. Rick smiled "Fuck yes! Best burgers in the galaxy! " Rick immediately took one out and started eating it. Morty looked away with his arms crossed. Rick handed Morty one. Morty glared at it and put it down. "I'm not hungry. " Rick rolled his eyes "They're the best burgers in the galaxyburp Morty, are you really going to not eat it because you're a pussy? " Morty ignored him.

Rick rolled his eyes, took a swig of his flask, and started driving home. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Morty eventually spoke, "Uhm…R-Rick?" Rick spared him a glance "What?" Morty sighed "W-why did you save me from the alien? D-do you care about m-me?" Rick suddenly stop the ship and looked away. Morty said "Well….?" Rick stayed quiet and eventually said "That's a stuburppid question Morty." He kept driving and Morty looked down frowning. Rick quickly looked at him and sighed "Look…I may give a small shit about you in the sense that I don't want to die beburpcase it'd be a pain in the ass to find a replaceburpment" Morty let a small smile fall on his face and they continued driving. A little after Rick said "This was a nice advenburpture wasn't it Morty? Like seasburpon one" Morty said "Mhm…wait wha-" the credits played

#rick and morty #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick c137 #rick #and #morty

[mindmushyyyy]

was ment to be an eassay for a class but my mind just blanked

Read as if spoken word poem

aaalibabadjoaaqaaaaa kabob a pinaklata in the bar of manana limnids find the tiddys of shrilanka beonka in a sunday afternoon to soon to eat the fruits of seisis labors of 9 for witch resulo our line kaboaba kabobs speek jovs steave jobs angry mobs reke of a sunday afternoonclash of clan mu plans up in flams these ramvles are scmvels of the mind in vordem tourism lorism the citizens in the of the island of lesbosse outraged in the reulings of sapho to keep in mind the star o taurus is al apon witch the whitch night houre devers the roten sola of loneliness complet isolation starvation reconsiliation strdom barf on cars to

#wtf is wrong with me

[rotttnapple]

👌

“La Marquise, sunshine, my darling queen.”

Cain: “Why does my brother attract such weird people.”

#;Charley #v; Mob Dogs (Flam) #SWEET PUPPY NOISES #cain has concerns #shut up cain #iigniiferroque

[ask-inkheart]

oh o.o this is setting off my anxeity and im the one making the comic lol XD fluttershy is my favorite pony >< but shady? shady is not a nice guy lol  theres trouble o.o 

#Fluttershy #Flim Shady #ask inkheartpony #Inkheartpony03 #flim flam #elements of harmony #element of kindess #element of disharmony #elements of chaos #element of tragedy #Element of Greed #Mob pony #MLP: FiM #mlp comic #mlp fan comic #mlp fan character #mlp ask blog #mlp oc ask blog #mlp OC comic #btw shady is hawt

[one-winged-dreams]

Yo, I’m Adri, I’m 27 and I never learned how to fucking read.

I’m a demi/queer dude (he/him), and I just really like rowdy boys who like to fight (with the occasional divergence).

Here is my pronouns page.

The actual love of my life is King Varian Wrynn from World of Warcraft. He is my forever Main and my most important F/O, so I tend to prioritize him the most.

Also I’m in a long term relationship with the OTHER actual love of my life, @moon-and-stars-selfship​

I’m mentally ill (bipolar disorder, GAD, ect) and disabled (fibromyalgia, chronic pain, chronic fatigue, ect), so sometimes I run out of spoons really quickly and kind of shut up for a while. I’m totally cool with sharing f/os, and I’m more than happy to talk to people who are into the same source materials. Tbh I’m also more than happy to talk to people who’s source material I know jack shit about.

Anyway, here’s a list of my romantic f/os

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann

Viral [kiss me you animal]

BNHA

Kendo Rappa [all this violence makes a statement]

Rikiya Katsukame

Shouta Aizawa [but not as much as i do]

Kingdom Hearts

Xigbar/Braig [take out the gunman]

Bleach

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez [wild heart]

Kensei Muguruma [blow me away]

Shuhei Hisagi [tell me you’d like boys like me better]

Mass Effect

Kal'Reegar [cosmic kiss]

[Prototype]

Alex Mercer [infect me with your love]

Funamusea

Idate [you’re awful i love you]

Elder Scrolls

Odahviing

Sotha Sil [your god knows his faithful]

Neramo

Falaandial Athious [love me dead]

Lucien Lachance [killing me softly]

Transformers

Shockwave

[you’re appealing to emotions that i simply do not have]

Soundwave [rhythm of my life]

Skywarp

Sky Lynx

Fallout

Nick Valentine [valentine be mine]

Fire Force

Karim Flam [melting in your eyes]

Akitaru Obi [burning for you]

Charon [burn it down]

Soul Eater

Mifune [you’ll never be alone again]

Giriko

Pokemon

Grimsley

The Seven Deadly Sins

Ban [i want you for a lifetime]

Neopets

Kass

Tokyo Ghoul

Naki [love me mercilessly]

One Piece

Roronoa Zoro [if you are the shores i am the waves]

Smoker [worse than nicotine]

Eustass Kid [bring home the boys and scrap metal]

Killer [love is a weapon]

(pending) Charlotte Katakuri

King

Final Fantasy

Azul [kiss of a beast]

(pending) Barret Wallace

Naruto

Kakuzu

FLCL

Canti [electroheart]

Mega Man

Teisel Bonne

Lobotomy Corporation

Netzach [the angel from my nightmare]

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees [baby’s got a thirst for blood]

Dead By Daylight

Evan MacMillan [fear and delight]

Burn The Witch

Bruno Bangnyfe [i see magic in your eyes]

World of Warcraft

Varian Wrynn [king and lionheart]

Khadgar [make just like a comet tail]

Kargath Bladefist

Rinling

Lor'themar Theron

Adrestes

Blood of Zeus

Apollo

Ares

Hellsing

Alucard [unheavenly creatures]

Digimon

Beelzemon [digital love]

Wargreymon

Mob Psycho 100

Megumu Koyama

Ryo Shimazaki

Fullmetal Alchemist

Solf J. Kimblee

Frank Archer

MCU

Heimdall

League of Legends

Thresh [paid for traded and sold]

Pyke [rolling down in the deep]

No Guns Life

Juzo Inui

Venom

Eddie Brock

Venom

Final Fantasy XIV

(pending) Urianger Augurelt [written in the stars]

Void Verse

Howl [angel wings to dust]

Samael [in love with my own sins]

#is it promo hour? :0c #with some... shameful additions OTL #self ship #self shipping #~promotes~

[dailyadventureprompts]

Magic Shop: The Ascendant Apothecary

“New lofty location: Same low prices!”

Setup:  While exploring a town in the highlands, the players come across a rather obvious crater at the edge of the settlement, obviously unnatural in origin. Asking around, they discover that the damage was caused when the town’s alchemist decided to pack up shop and leave town after one too many of his clients complained of unsatisfactory side effects in his creations. Though most thought him nothing more than a feckless swindler, the Alchemist Jashik Meuller, apparently managed enough magic to rip his shop and its surrounding anchorage free of the earth and have it float up into the mountains. Though the anger that nearly had Meuller chased out of town by a mob has long faded, his neighbors remember him with little fondness, instead spinning tall tales about al the mischief his creations caused. 

Adventure Hooks: 

Before he was a village apothecary, Meuller spent years as a traveling huckster attempting to use his middling magical power to charm the powerful into giving him patronage. Invariably one of his slapdash spells causes trouble, and the party are hired to seek him out in the hopes of putting right the chaos he inadvertently caused. Following rumors of his antics, the party eventually finds themselves at the edge of the crater left behind by his sudden departure: and the dangerous, chilly mountain they’ll have to climb if they want to finally track the man down. 

While traveling in the mountains, the party runs across a young woman gathering herbs and other small ingredients in the foothills. This is Jashik’s daughter Lisbyth, who’s spent the last ten out of her sixteen years following her father about from one scheme to the next. Unbothered by a life of constant change and frequent “misunderstandings”, she’s delighted to have someone new to talk to as she completes her chores. When it looks like a sudden storm may force the party to find shelter for the evening, Lisbyth suggests that they might shelter in her father’s shop and warm themselves by their hearth. 

The Strangely coloured clouds that’ve started drifting down from the mountain are getting a very mixed reception: No one minded the spiraling clouds which rained beautiful hues of light, and the glinting ones that drizzled pennies across the trade river was quite an event, but the pokadotted ones that hail needles, or the mottled sort that rain mice are ill received by the populace. These clouds are caused by the oblivious Jashik “evaporating” the remnants of his failed experiments with a newly built machine,  and someone needs to go up the mountain and inform him before he starts a truly disastrous period of trial and error. 

Services: 

Jack of all Cures: In addition to dealing in snake oil, flim-flam, and secondhand blessings, The Ascendant Apothecary also deals in volatile alchemical solutions to most problems. Jashik is also handy with providing workarounds for curses, as over the years he’s had to untangle more than a few of his own magical malpractices. 

Disenchantment: While Jashik is more than willing to identify items for a party, he’s more interested in learning to take them apart, and is willing to give a more than fair price for the chance to disassemble unique artifacts. He also pays well for arcane texts such as scrolls and spellbooks, not only to further his own repertoire, but to furnish the education of his (far more talented) daughter.  

Pop-up Retail: for the right price, The Marvelous Mr.Meuller is willing to relocate his establishment to resupply the party at their field-camp elsewhere in the world. While he’d prefer to stay away from any of the settlements he previously earned a reputation in, deep down Jashik wants a stable environment where he can ply his trade and raise his daughter safely. If the party is willing to become his patrons, he’s more than willing to keep them well stocked with (mostly) reliable potions and even use his floating islet of property to ferry them slowly over the mountains. 

#Merchant #alchemy #seeking knowledge #seeking healing #cursebreaking #low level #weather #mid level #ally #camp follower #D&D #D&D adventure #dungeons and dragons #exploration #mountain #town #Village

[fubardish]

MobFlams is an AU version of my character Flams who's basically a bad version of him. He's a mob boss and he can size-shift through shadows. His job is to make "people disappear". At times they really do disappear and other times they seem to miss a few memories.

#soft vore #G/t vore #maw shot #mouth shot #vore related #vorish #my art #unwilling prey #vore art #tiny vore #MobFlams

[blueshipstealstars]

Blue’s Romantic FO Chart!

*Last updated: Nov 2019

The blue hearts are the current focus of my mind and can change just as much as the fos on this chart!

Blue hearts are main FOs this time! * are ships that need ship tags haha

💙💕Goemon Ishikawa XIII [Lupin III] Ship Tag: Classicscoundrels

💙*Bismuth [Steven Universe] Ship Tag: TBA

💙Cu Chulainn [Fate Series] Ship Tag: Fated Blues

💙*Guy Gardner [DC] Ship Tag: TBA

💙Flint Marco [Marvel] Ship Tag: Big score

💙Jin Bubaigawara [BNHA] Ship Tag: Double Transparency

💙Gordie [Pokemon] Ship Tag: Gordota

💙Shido Tennoji [Hinomaru Sumo] Ship Tag: TBA

Leonardo [TMNT] Ship Tag: Blue Duo

*Ivan Braginsky [Hetalia] Ship Tag: Support Scarf

Jean Pierre Polnareff [Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure] Ship Tag: Speckledhearts

Gary Fischer [Venture Bros] Ship Tag: Something Normal for Once

Dimple & Claw Body Guard (Seg) [Mob Psycho 100] Ship Tag: Spooky Esper and Normie

Dolcetto [FMA] Ship Tag: Freckledcanine

*Taishiro Toyomitsu [BNHA] Ship Tag: TBA

Klaus Von Reinertz [Kekkai Sensen] Ship Tag: Dapperstationary

*Goro Majima [Yakuza] Ship Tag: TBA

Fleeting Crushes (aka characters I adore and have the moment “I love them so much omg” but dont post ALOT about them anymore)

Kakazu [Naruto] | Nanu [Pokemon] | Lorenz Hellman Gloucester [Fire Emblem] | Kizaru [One Piece] | Kurono Yuichiro [Fire Force] | Karim Flam [Fire Force]

Cameron Mahkent [DC] Ship Tag: Frigid Devices

Arystar Krory III [D Gray Man] Ship Tag: Melancholy Rose

Iaian [One Punch Man] Ship Tag: Esper Knight

Ratchet [TF] Ship Tag: Sketches and Scalpels 

Tien Shinhan [Dragon Ball Series] Ship Tag: Knitted Ki

Superbi Squalo [Hitman Reborn] Ship Tag: Strategic Disaster

Gaara [Naruto] Ship Tag: Desertflower

#you dont have to reblog this #tbh dont man im embarrassed #but these are the current main focuses #yes some are not on here i know #i have reasons

[kuberish]

DnD Flams who heard that Juna has joined a party and found herself some friends. Mob uncle probably has some plans

#dnd shenanigans #dnd Flams #my art #my doodle

[tenyatrash]

Day 1: Aizawa and the Case of the Missing Lovebirds

This is my entry for Day 1 of the BNHA Noir Week 2019. Tumblr hates my ao3 links so let’s try this instead. @bnha-noir-week Shadow, Speakeasy, Gangster

In which gum-shoe Shouta Aizawa is on the trail of some missing love birds for his old flame, Hizashi. 

Ships: Past Eraserhead/Present Mic  

Characters: Aizawa, Minor Shinsou, Mic, and Kurogiri.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1447

The sounds of the city reverberate in his skull as Shouta steps through the filth of the back alley, crushed dreams running in dark rivulets towards the gutters and drains that never manage to hide the truth.

He sucks in a ragged breath and looks up.

Ah, more rain.

He wraps his scarf more tightly around himself before ducking underneath a tattered awning and huddling against the sooty brick of some forgotten loading dock. Good news, if anything can be called good in this festering city, is that he’s reached his destination, a nondescript metal door that hides a whole underbelly of pleasure and pain, for those who know how to look. Lady Luck’s never been much of a friend of his, but tonight at least, seems she’s on his side.

He knocks bruised knuckles against a shadowed door and slips out a crisp bill and a dubious passcode, courtesy of some goon who owed him one. The door swings open and the sounds of some dame trying too hard to croon sultry and the fellas too drunk to care mix with cigar smoke and the sting of whiskey.

He nods and slips in, leaving his rain-slicked coat with some void-faced bouncer who’s busier doing card tricks than checking the patrons. Shouta squints at the tendrils where his hands are supposed to be, noticing the cards that vanish and reappear just like real magic. He reassesses. Quirk like that, maybe it don’t matter so much how much attention you pay.

The too-tired gum-shoe pulls up a stool at the gleaming bar that hugs one wall of the speakeasy, careful to position himself as far from the band as possible while still being able to covertly surveil his mark.

There he is. Old Two-Tone Souchie. Two months outta the Big House and already back in the grift.

Folks never change. Least not for the better.

Aizawa orders a drink from some ghost-faced kid who’s got eyes too old for this world and a body too young to be mixed up in all this. Kid makes his drink neat-like and slings it over with a style that would be called flashy if he didn’t look so bored. Shouta thinks back to those early days of idealism, back when he was fresh-faced and feisty. He’d have shut this whole place down, found the kid’s parents, the whole shebang. But he’s older now, and he knows it don’t matter. Gangsters and bosses, their just cockroaches in three-piece suits. You take away one hole, they’ll just find another.

He knows better, yet he still finds himself slipping a card to the violet-haired boy in the hand-me-down vest.

“You ever want out kid, I can get you out.”

Kid blinks all slow and deadly, feeling the ridges of the cheap scrap of paper before rolling it up and sticking it behind his ear. Shouta knows he’ll never hear from him. Once the life’s got its claws in you, it’s harder than hell to drag yourself out, and the kid doesn't look awake enough to manage it.

He tosses back another drink.

Damn, why is he even here, slugging back liquor he can’t afford with people he can’t stand, assaulted by problems that he can’t solve? The lounge singer takes a break in the lap of some loose-fingered man and the radio crackles to life, mobbed-up patrons no doubt eager to hear if any raids went down tonight, if any flim-flam men got caught and were planning to talk. A voice like bedroom eyes fills the room, small speakers somehow doing nothing to diminish it’s power.

Oh, right. Hizashi.

Lord, that fella was going to be the death of him. Coming into his offices like he owned the place, like he could trade on their history for some long-overdue favor. Worst part was, the bird was right. Shouta never learned, and the moment Hizashi started in on the waterworks, he was good as gone.

You see, what had happened was: Hizashi was real popular in these parts, ya dig? With that voice and that style and legs that went on for days, cat was always in the thick of it, even with everyone knowing about his heroics. But being in the swing can be dangerous, and it wasn’t Hizashi who paid the price.

Nah, some mean mug broke into his place while he was up in the studio, took his prized pets as a message: You turn canary, and it’ll be these birds that get it. Hizashi loved those dumb things- a pair of lovebirds that he’d gotten ages ago from some young, dumb, lovestruck thing that couldn’t survive the light of Hizashi’s love. Shouta blushes faintly at the memory.

Damn, but he was a fool, even after all this time. And now he was turning away good work, paying work, easy work. All so he could deal with some birdnapping for the one that got away.

Souchie is paying too much attention to the Hizashi’s radio broadcast, no doubt tryna see if the goose is going to play along, make nice with these suits. He must like what he hears cause next think Shouta knows, he’s rolling back in noxious laughter, patting the chain that strains across his too-tight breast coat and letting the-

Ha. Got ya, sucker.

This is what Shouta’s been waiting for. A tell to clue him in on just where the two birdies were hiding, and when he sees the way fat fingers caress a jangling silver key, he knows he’s got his goon.

Now he’s just gotta be slow and diplomatic like. Get Two-Tone outta the speakeasy and into some private place, where he can lift the key and send a little message of his own, a message about messing with a jasper like Hizashi. With a darb he would kill for.

Ah, it’s no good. He can’t think about Hizashi all teary-eyed and shaking, waiting by the phone for word. He might act like a hard number, but truth is, he knows he’s a damn fool, more’s the pity.

He picks up his drink and stands up all slow-like and fiery, tossing coins he can’t afford at the kid he can’t save. He turns to the table just cross the way, where Two-Tone is sitting with a couple of goons. He can take ‘em. He just needs to get them out somewheres less crowded so they can have a friendly discussion ‘bout manners and respect.

He tosses his drink, hitting Two-Tone square in the eye. When the jokers start whaling on him, he’s careful to protect himself without giving too much away. Needs these fellas to think he’s easy prey, needs to make the two-bit boss man mad enough to follow them outside for some personal correction. A few epithets about his ma and his fat face does the trick.

Once they hit the seedy back alley, it’s showtime. Shouta surges up, with uppercuts and haymakers connecting with jiggling jowls and grifters who thought they were harder than they were. He ties up the patsies as a special present for his friends in the police force before turning to Souchie with gleaming eyes.

“Yous and me need to have a talk, Two-Tone.”

It’s a short talk. Real professional-like. Sure, Souchie might have taken a fall or two, and maybe it wasn’t the most diplomatic thing, to hang him off the roof railing til he was wailing for his ma and pa, but hey, Shouta never said he played fair.

He hums to himself mirthlessly as he scales the rusty pipes and ladders to get to the hideout, smooth silver key slipping into the lock like a skirt into a fast car. Soon as the door swings wide, he hears the cooing of those damn birds, all sleepy tones and huffing breaths.

As he slips out the back, precious cargo in hand, he tries not to let his heart hammer too hard.

The gilded cage has some sort of fancy plaque proclaiming the names of the inhabitants, as if anyone in their right minds would care what a couple of feather-puffs are called. Shouta be round the bend anyway, cause he damn near died when he read it out:

Welcome to the home of

Shouta and Hizashi

He reddens and dives headfirst into a hack on the main road, wincing at the breathiness of his voice as he recites an address that his fool-brain still has memorized, all these years later. He’s going to return the birds, get paid, and then murder Hizashi.

Damn fool had no right to name them that way. And no right to still have him blushing like a schoolboy after all this time.

#bnhanoirweek2019 #bnha fanfiction #erasermic #my writing

[zamboni-princess]

GRE Word Root Study

A – agnostic

An – Anonymous

Ab -  abdicate

Able – insatiable

Ible – Tangible

Ac – acidic

Acr – acrid

Act – actuate

Ag – antagonize

Acou – acoustics

Ad – advance

Al/Ali/Alter – alternate

Am – amorous

Ambi – ambiguous

Amphi – amphibious

Ambl/Ambul – ambulatory

Anim – animated

Annui – Annual

Enni – perennial

Ant/Ante – anterior

Anthro – anthropology

Andr – androgynous

Anti – antimatter

Apo – apogee

Aqua – aquatic

Arch/Archi/Archy – archetype

Ard – arduous

Auto – autonomous

Be – belittle

Bel/Bell – Belladonna

Bell – antebellum

Ben/Bene – benefit

Bi/Bin – bifocal

Bon/Boun – bountiful

Brev – abbreviate

Brid – abridge

Burs – reimburse

Cad – cadence

Cid – coincidence

Cant/Cent/Chant – cantor

Cap – capture

Cip – participate

Cept – intercept

Cap/Captit/Cipit – captain

Card/Cord/Cour – cardiac

Carn – carnivore

Cast – outcast

Chaste – chastise

Caus/Caut – cauterize

Ced/Ceed – intercede

Cess – abscess

Celer – accelerate

Cent – centennial

Centr – central

Cern/Cert -  discern

Cret/Crit - discriminate

Crim – criminal

Chrom – monochrome

Chron – chronological

Circu/Circum – circumvent

Cis – desist

Cla/Clo/Clu – close

Claim/Clam – clamor

Cli – incline

Co/Col/Com/Con – collective, comradery

Cogn/Conn – cognitive

Contra/Contro – contraceptive

Counter – Counterproductive

Corp/Cors – corporation

Cosm – cosmic

Cour – courier

Cur – recurrent

Cre/Cret/Cresc - crescendo

Cred – credible

Crypt – cryptic

Cub/cumb – succumb

Culp – culpable

Dac – didactic

Doc – doctrine

De – detach

Dele – delete

Dem – democracy

Dext – ambidextrous

Di – diary

Di/Dia – dialogue

Di/Dif/Dis -discontinue

Dic/Dict/Dit – diction

Dign – dignity

Dog/Dox – dogma

Dol – condolences

Don/Dot/Dow – endow

Dorm – dormant

Dors – dorsal

Dub – dubious

Duc/Duct – aqueduct

Dulc – dulce

Dur – durable

Dys -dysfunctional

E/Ex – extramarital

Ego – egotistic

Em/En – engage

Epi – epidural

Equ – equilateral

Err – erroneous

Esce – adolescence

Eu – eulogy

Extra – extraterrestrial

Fab/fam – fabricate

Fac/Fic/Fig/Fait/Feit/Fy – fiction, figure, counterfeit

Fal – fallacy

Fatu – infatuate

Fer – transfer

Ferv – fervent

Fi/Fid – fidelity

Fin – infinite

Flagr/Flam – flammable

Flect/Flex – deflect, reflex

Flu/Flux – Fluctuate, reflux

Fore – forbearance

Fort – unfortunate

Fort – fortitude

Fra/Frac – fracture

Frag/Fring – fragment

Fug – refugee

Fulg – interfulgent

Fum – fumes

Fus – refuse

Gen – genesis

Gni/Gno – agnostic

Grad/Gress – transgress

Gram/Graph – telegram, telegraph

Grat – gratitude

Greg – segregation

Hap – happenstance

Hemi – hemisphere

Her/Hes – Adhere, adhesive

Hetero – heteronormative

Hol – holistic

Hom – Homogenous

Hum – humanity

Hyper – hyperactive

Hypo – hypochondriac

Icon – iconic

Idio – idiosyncrasy

In/Im – impartial

In/Im – Impervious

Inter – interstellar

Intra – intrastate

It/Iter – itinerary

Ject – object

Joc – jockey

Join/Jug/Junct – conjugate, conjunction, conjoin

Jour – journal

Jur – jurisdiction

Juv -juvenile

Lang/Ling – lingual

Laud – applaud

Lav/Lau/Lu – launder

Lax/Lease/Les – loose

Lec – lecture

Leg/Lex – Lexicon

Lect/Leg – selection

Lev – levitate

Li/Lig – ligament

Liber – liberty

Lith – blithe

Loc/Log/Loqu – loquacious

Luc/Lum/Lus – illuminate

Lud/Lus – delude, illusion

Macro – macro-economics

Mag – magnificent

Maj – majestic

Max – maximum

Mal/Male – malevolent

Man/Manu – manipulate

Mand/Mend – commend, demand

Medi – medial

Mega – Megadome

Micro – microorganism

Min – miniscule

Mis – mishap

Mise – compromise

Mob/Mom/Mot/Mov – motor, movement

Moll – emollient

Mon/mono – monorail

Mon/Monit – monitor

Mor/Mort – mortician

Morph – amorphic

Mult – multitude

Mut – mutation

Nat/Nas/Nai/Gna – cognate

Nau/Nav – nautical

Nihil – annihilate

Noc/Nox – noxious

Noct/Nox – nocturnal

Nom – economy

Nom/Nym/Noun/Nown – renown, nominate

Non – nondescript

Nounc/Nunc – annunciate, pronounce

Nov/Neo/Nou – novitiate

Null – annul

Ob – obstain

Omni – omnipotent

Oner – exonerate

Oss/Oste – ossicles

Pac/Peac – peaceful

Palp – palpable

Pan/Pant – expandable

Par – partake

Para – paradigm

Pas/Pat/Path – pathology

Pau/Po/Pov/Pu – impoverish, pauper

Pec – pecuniary

Ped – pediatrics

Ped/Pod – podiatrist

Pel – propel

Pen/Pun – compensate

Pen/Pene – penultimate

Pend/pens – compensate

Per – per chance

Peri – pericardium

Pet/Pit – competition

Phil – philanthropy

Phob – phobia

Phon – phonetics

Photo – photosynthesis

Plac – placate, complacent

Ple/Plen – plentiful

Plex/Plic/Ply – complex

Poly – polyhedron

Pon/Pos/Pound – position

Port – portage

Post – posterior

Pot – potion

Pre – prefrontal

Prehend/Prise – apprehend

Pri/Prim – primordial

Pro – proficient

Prob – probe

Prod/Prox – approximate

Pro/Proto – prototype

Psud/Pseudo – pseudonym

Pug – repugnant

Punc/Pung/Poign – punctuate, poignant

Pyr – pyrotechnics

Quad/Quar/Quat – quarter

Que/Quis – quest

Quie/Quit – quiet

Quin/Quint – quintuplets

Raci/Radi – radiate

Rami – ramification

Re – repeat

Rect – erect

Reg – regal

Retro -retrograde

Rid/Ris – ridicule

Rog – interrogate

Rub/Rud – ruddy

Rud – rude

Sacri/Sanct – sanctify

Sag/Sap/Sav – sage

Sal/Sil/Sault/sult – somersault

Sal – salt

Salu – salutations

Salv – salvage

San – sanitary

Sang – sanguine

Sat – insatiable

Sci – omniscience

Scribe/Script – scripture

Se – separate

Sec/Seq/Sue/Sui – sequential

Sed/Sess/Sid – possess

Sem – seminary

Semi – semicircle

Sen – senior

Sens/Sent – sentient

Sin/Sinu -sinusoidal

Sol – solitude

Sol – solace

Sol – solstice

Somn – insomnia

Soph – sophisticated

Sourc/Surg/Surrect – resurrect

Spec/Spic – speculate

Spir – respiration

Sta/Sti – stationary

Strict/String/Strang – stringent, strangle

Sua – suave

Sub/Sup – subliminal

Summ – summit

Super/Sur – surpass

Sym/syn – sync

Tac/Tic – tactical

Tact/Tag/Tam/Tang – tactile, tangible

Tain/Ten/Tent/Tin – maintain, tenant

Tend/Tens/Tent/Tenu – distend, tense

Test – tesify

Theo – theologian

Therm – thermometer

Tim – intimidate

Tor/Torq/Tort – contort

Torp – torpedo

Tox – toxin

Tract – tractor

Trans – transatlantic

Ult – ultimate

Umbr – umbrion

Un – unavailable

Und – undertow

Uni/Un – universal

Urb – urban

Us/Ut – utilize

Vail/Val – valiant

Ven/Vent – venture

Ver – verity

Verb – verbiage

Verd – verdigris

Vers/Vert – convert

Vi – viable

Vid/Vis – visualize

Vil – anvil

Vira – viral

Voc/Vok – vocation

Vol – volunteer

Vola/Volv – revolve

Vor - carnivorous

#studyblr #gre #word roots #study help #vocab #vocabulary

[sohannabarberaesque]

The Coffee Obviously Wasn’t From Starbucks--Especially Considering Scrappy-Doo’s Role in This Particular Case

A second-rate magic act in a second-rate Branson "music show." And the particular forte of this particular "act" (if you could call it so) was that "coffee out of thin air" routine, served piping hot to otherwise unbearably suffering audience members accompanied to some rather reechy circus music, and it seemed that the pot somehow kept going bottomless--until, for some reason, about the 69th cup into the routine, the coffee stopped coming.

To which the magician, in fake sophisticated accent expected of the "music show" Kultur in Branson (to better appeal to the so-called "REAL America" falling for such a sham, to begin with), explained that "we are experiencing technical difficulties, and we hope to have the problem corrected shortly."

The problem, it turned out, coming in the rubber hosing essential to this trick, delivering the coffee via pump from a vacuum pot concealed under the stage. The pump, it turned out, being operated by a certain Flim-Flam, acting under vow of secrecy essential to the magician's trade; at a rather unlikely spot in the act, a leak developed in the hose causing coffee to leak out unto Flim-Flam's T-shirt (and cause a stain in the process). Whereupon, "out of the blue" essentially, a certain Scrappy-Doo arrives, wipes the coffee stain out of Flim-Flam's tee with some Tide 2 Go, and patches the leak with duct tape--or tries to, at any rate. Instructing Flim-Flam to get back to the pump, Scrappy finds his way to a trap door leading unto the stage from whence the deus ex machina would have originated in the classical Greco-Roman drama at a crucial point in the play. And then, as the coffee service resumes--

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-TAA!! PUPPY POWAH!!!" (Howls of laughter ensuing from an otherwise dismal and ill-sorted audience.)

"And just who on earth are YOU to barge unto this routine?!" asked the by-now-steaming magician behind thos coffee act.

"The name, I will have you know, is SCRAPPY-DOO!!"

"F*** off, you imposter with no regard for Real America!"

(Whereupon the audience's laughter turned to indignation at the magician's use of the F-word on the Branson stage, otherwise seen as an Unpardonable Sin of the Branson Stage in its Luscious Glory of seeking to present itself as the True Bastion of Kultuur Representative of the Real American People and Nation--howbeit "white trash" and of low intellect made up for with crude and jingoistic patriotism for the most part.)

Sensing serious Civil Disorder was about to come unto the making, the curtain is lowered, Scrappy gets back under the stage to pick up Flim-Flam--and flees out of the theater before Bad turns to Worse.

"I think you may have saved my life just now, Scrappy!" remarked Flim-Flam excitedly.

"No time to waste, Flim-Flam!" exclaimed Scrappy. "Let's run for it!"

And about the third or fourth theatre down Shepherd of the Hills Expressway--

"Rell, rell, rell--!!" (It turned out being no less than Scooby-Doo, who we all know as Scrappy's uncle never mind the unknown sire of Scrappy out of Rooby-Doo.) "RAPPY--!!"

"Uh, Uncle Scooby, if I may explain--"

Whereupon Freddie led Scrappy and Flim-Flam into The Mystery Machine for what turned out to be quite the debriefing about what was getting to be the talk of the Tri-Lakes by this point in the story--as in how Scrappy-Doo somehow destroyed what had hoped to be a prefectly good "music show" of the Branson ideal by his own snarky personna during a "coffee out of thin air" routine which had gone sour when some rubber hosing leaked. (And Flim-Flam showed the ensuing stain on his T-shirt, or what remained of it.) But before long, irate crowds were ganging up on The Mystery Machine when--

"Like, Freddie," Shaggy exclaimed, "we'd better hightail it out of Branson before such easily-led crowds get out of hand!"

In any case, Freddie, thanks to some evasive manouvers, quickly drove off and down Shepherd of the Hills Expressway, eventually joining 76 Country Boulevard and then down I-49, crossing Lake Taneycomo at high speed towards the Arkansas line.

"Thank God," Velma remarked, "that mob must've thought that Scrappy-Doo was a joke!"

"You were talking about youts truly?!" observed Scrappy, hiding behind a carton of Kreamies. "Right," replied Velma indignantly. "And if you ask me, Branson seems to attract a rather ignorant and unsophisticated crowd!"

"'Ignorant and unsophisticated' ain't the half of it!" seconded Daphne, adding "Besides, their patriotism is right there on a par with Nazi Germany!"

"I can get what you're saying, Daph," Velma responded. "Crude, base and fanatical. Which can only go so far."

As was bound to be the tone and tenor of the conversation through the Arkansas night heading southbound and out....

(And you THOUGHT it was the Louisana Hayride playing on the radio....)

#fanfic friday #hanna barbera #branson music shows #scrappy-doo #flim flam #coffee out of thin air act #fake magic acts #scooby doo #white trash

[rotttnapple]

🌋 :3c

"QUEEN. ABSOLUTE. UNCONTESTED. God I want her to top me so bad. She could throw me off a roof and I would thank her and ask for another. Wreck me, please and thank you."

#charley #v; mob dog (Flam) #Charley why are you so thirsty fjfjdhhggg #give him a drink of water hes dying of thirst

[ask-iamnotanalicorn]

The Knockemstiff Incident

Well, the day started out normal enough. Briefcase, tie, appointment in a little town called Knockemstiff outside Canterlot. Salespitch arrived to quiet streets, pretty much what you’d expect from a small rural town. The afternoon had an optimistic feel to it, like he might only get hassled about his wings and horn one or two times today and make a good sale besides.

Well, he was technically right. The citizens never got around to noticing the wings and horn.

The red-and-white flyers scattered like trash on the streets should have been his first clue. The outlandish and thoroughly smashed contraption in the town square, the second. But if he’d seen the large, crudely-painted sign declaring “DEATH TO SALESPONIES” at the far end of Main Street, that would have been more than enough to send him running. Unfortunately, he was prevented from seeing this by the pony who suddenly stepped in his path, wearing a glare fit to melt iron.

“What’s with the briefcase, buddy?”

Salespitch blinked. This was not normally the first thing he was asked when showing up in a new place. He looked at the briefcase hovering in his yellow magic, then recovered as only a professional can, smiling with just the right amount of polite friendliness. “Uh, good morning! My name is Salespitch, with Quills & Sofas Incorporated. I’m a traveling salespony on business here in—”

“IT’S ANOTHER ONE!” the earth pony suddenly bawled in his face, and Salespitch startled back a step. It was then that he noticed the horde of angry glares being directed his way. A horde of angry glares accompanied by angry ponies stepping out of stores and houses like a mob of stalking cats. Salespitch coughed and smiled nervously, his thoughts racing as he slowly backed away.

“Ah-heh… Um, hello… Sorry, did I say something wrong?” No answer – only more ponies gathering on the street in front of him, rage in their eyes. “I’m just here to keep an appointment with a Mrs. Piebald about ordering a new sofa…” He flared his wings a little on the dim hope that someone would notice his alicorn-like appearance and be surprised enough to snap out of their laser-focused wrath, but no such luck. It was about this time that his dad’s old adage came to mind: “The smart salespony doesn’t wear out his welcome, especially when he never had one to begin with.”

“Well, I can see I’ve come at a bad time…” Without another word, the alicornus imitato turned and bolted back down the street towards the edge of town. An angry shout of “Don’t let him get away!” rang out behind him, and the sound of pounding hooves spurred him into a dead sprint.

This is crazy! he thought frantically, wings beating to try and speed himself up even more  – he’d always been better at running than flying. I’ve never been literally run out of town before! What did I DO?!

He was just passing the border of town when a flyer fluttered up in front of his face, explaining everything in a flash of red and white stripes and two grinning, disgustingly familiar faces. Salespitch’s yellow eyes narrowed to slits as he ground his teeth together.

Of. Freaking. COURSE!

----

Well, the day started out nice enough. Bag of bits, breakfast sandwich, nice cheap bed in a little town called Knockemstiff outside Canterlot. Clutterstep stepped out of his motel room, inhaling the fresh morning air. He’d have to see if there were any small jobs around town available before he moved on. Or maybe he’d stay here a few days. Marephy’s Law had left him alone for almost a whole week, and he wasn’t one to throw away a good deal when he managed to find it.

He should have known better than to tempt Marephy like that, even as a passing thought.

The distant sound of raised voices drew his attention towards town square. With nothing else to do and a hot sandwich to fill his belly, Clutterstep wandered that direction to see what all the fuss was about. It was easy enough to find the source: a modest-sized crowd for this early in the morning had gathered around a bizarre-looking contraption next to the town’s prize fountain.

Peeking over the heads of the ponies at the back, Clutterstep could spy two lanky yellow unicorns standing on the weird device. Both were dressed in snazzy blue-and-white-striped coats with straw caps perched on their red-and-white manes. Salesponies, Clutterstep realized, and felt interested despite himself. They must be selling something pretty intriguing to be drawing this much of a crowd so early in the morning. He definitely had no idea what it was supposed to be, but there were a lot of mechanical arms and brushes sticking out of it.

“And I tell you that nevah, in the history of this great nation of Equestriah, has a device of this magnitude and wondah been seen before!” the mustachioed pony on the left cried in a robust voice that carried easily on the morning breeze. “I tell you you’ll nevah find else like it in all your days! Gather closely now, my good sirs and ladies, as my brothah and I demonstrate the power of the indestructible, the indisputable, the inconceivable Clean-O-Matic 5000!”

Gasps and excited murmurs swept through the crowd as ponies were caught up in the hype. Clutterstep still had no idea what the thing was supposed to be, so he edged a little further into the crowd for a better look.

“Ah, yes, brothah, but perhaps it should not be us who demonstrate this wondrous device!” the second unicorn called back, waving his hoof over the crowd. “Perhaps these intelligent consumahs will believe that we merely make it look easy due to our intimate knowledge of our invention! But I tell you that any pony among you, no matter their age or mental acuity, can maneuver this a-maz-ing device on their very own! Do I have a volunteer?” His hoof suddenly shot out. “You, sir! Would you be so kind as to come up and help us demonstrate? No need to be shy, now!”

Clutterstep should have run the second he realized the hoof was pointing at him. He probably would have, except he froze in surprise long enough for the crowd to close behind and nudge him forward. With an all-too-familiar sense of impending doom, Clutterstep stepped up onto the Clean-O-Matic 5000 with the Flim Flam Brothers.

It was difficult later for anypony to say exactly what went wrong. Maybe it was the scrap of sandwich that fell into the gearbox. Maybe it was when the blue earth pony’s hoof snagged on a loose board and sent him tripping into the steering mechanism. But everypony could agree – with mounting anger and/or bewilderment – that the aftermath was both impressive and astonishing. Within sixty seconds, the contraption lay in a broken heap, coughing dust and smoke with a dying wheeze. The whole plaza was a wreck, and several shopfronts had taken collateral damage. But none of that was as bad as the spurting, shattered fountain at the center of town, which held its prized and now broken centerpiece and one badly dazed earth pony.

The stunned silence that followed was quickly shattered by angry shouts.

“You menaces! You’ve destroyed our fountain!”

“I thought you said this thing was indestructible!”

“Hey, part of this machine was held together by duct tape! What are you cons trying to pull?”

“Liars!”

“Thieves!”

“Tar and feather ‘em!”  

The Flim Flam Brothers proved to be amazingly talented at slipping out of town fast. Clutterstep was less lucky, lying dazed in the fountain with water dripping onto his head. Fortunately, he had become an expert at recovering from the daze of catastrophe, and he pulled himself upright just in time to take off before several angry-faced ponies could lay hooves on him.

It was never smart to tempt Marephy’s Law.

Clutterstep hid in a barrel down the alley from the general store for two hours, trying to ignore the smell of rotting banana peels from the nearby dumpster. He could hear muted voices and the occasional angry grumble as ponies passed him on their way to the square to help clean up the mess, probably keeping an eye out for him so they could do… something unpleasant to him, he was sure. Well, he’d show them! He could run himself out of town just fine.

The belltower rang noon, and that’s when Clutterstep made his move. He crept to the edge of the alley and down the street, glancing back frequently at the crowd over by the fountain. They seemed to be focused on some brown pony, which meant now was the perfect time to slip away unnoticed—

Then he heard a cry that made his hair stand on end:

“Don’t let him get away!”

Ah, yes, the part of Clutterstep not currently panicking thought wryly as he bolted across the town border with a horde of ponies pounding after him. NOW it’s a normal day.

----

By sunset, Salespitch and Clutterstep had come to agree on four things:

   1) They were pretty evenly tied at running speed.

   2) There was no way to be sure which of them the townsponies had been chasing, but they weren’t planning to go back and ask.

   3) If either of them ever heard the names ‘Flim Flam Brothers’ or ‘Knockemstiff’ again, there would be problems.

   4) And, in a bizarre and twisted way, it’s a little bit nicer to be run out of town with somepony than by yourself.

----

Author’s Notes: Welp, that was longer than intended, but I had fun with it! XD Thanks to Silver Quill for the use of his character Clutterstep! I’d been wanting to draw Salespitch with other OCs from the fandom, and I remembered this guy. Somehow it just seemed natural that their interaction would involve mutually running from a mob, although I’m quite positive this sort of thing happens to Clutterstep more than to Salespitch.

Fun Facts!

   -  This is actually a tie-in with one of Salespitch’s early Asks. I enjoyed brainstorming the events behind that and how they could include Clutterstep. XD

   -  Knockemstiff is an actual town in Ohio. Go on, google it. I found it tonight while looking for interesting town names and it was too amazingly perfect not to use.

   -  Salespitch currently carries around a small magical device that, if activated, will give him an emergency teleport one hundred yards away from his position. He didn’t have it when this occurred, but it was definitely partially inspired by this event. His dad and brother worked together on it since Salespitch’s magic isn’t strong enough for teleportation magic, much less a magical device of this complexity.     - Kudos to everyone who caught the Aladdin reference. :Dd

Any suggestions of other MLP OCs Salespitch could run into? Feel free to let me know! :D

Clutterstep belongs to Silver Quill

Salespitch belongs to me.

MLP:FiM belongs to Hasbro

#mlp #mlp:fim #silver quill #clutterstep #MLP OCs #mlp oc ask blog #alicorn #I am not an alicorn #ianaa #salespitch #flim flam brothers #aladdin #my little pony #my little pony: friendship is magic #unicorn #pegasus #earth pony #trixie #mlp fan art #mlp fan fiction