Eat my entire ass

I'm the Fastest Slut around dude ( Itchy rp blog based off of Homestuck Intermission, hit me up in the dms if you want to interact babes, I follow back on @Immagraveyard )

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keep your drugs safe by putting them in a gyro bowl 

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Chicago Daily Tribune, Illinois, May 21, 1905

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absolutely i can confirm 

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I love the GAY

I love the SHARKS

So god be damned I will NUT if I see a GAY SHARK

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Cocaine and Regret

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Itchy keeps Trace from falling, supporting as much of the guy’s weight as he can as he tries to get Trace to the bathroom.  “A mistake, way ahead of you buddy, as always* he states, practically dragging Trace to the bathroom at this point, patting his back a little. He’s starting to get really worried, hoping Trace is getting enough oxygen, because if Trace passes out for lack of it Itchy will /not/ be able to carry him. 

You’re not entirely aware of a lot happening around you at the moment, you’re mostly focusing on not falling over or passing out. But you do catch Itchy finishing your thought. At least, you think that’s what he says. God, why is this taking so long?

You finally reach the bathroom door, and you’re greeted by the sound of running water. Itchy must have turned the water on in the bathtub when he disappeared just a minute ago. But the moment you step onto the bathroom tiles, the cocaine you gill-snorted and your shark instincts to get to the water both kick it at once, immediately causing your heart to beat at an alarming rate.

You pull away from Itchy, stumbling forward and putting your hands out towards the filling bathtub eagerly. Rather than step into the tub and lay down as you usually would, you fall to your knees beside the tub and submerge as much of your upper body as possible into the water and take in a deep breath, effectively filtering the powder from your respiratory system.

Thank. God.

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Itchy had been carrying Trace, relieved to be so close, when Trace tears away and towards the bathtub, finishing their journey on his own and surprising Itchy with his ability to do so.  Stepping forward, Itchy crouches beside Trace, patting Trace’s back gently as the water steadily fills, only being about halfway up the tub.  “That’s it buddy, you’ve got it, just breathe” he says, the pats to the shark’s back far from soothing considering,,, Itcho is too fast to exactly be soothing but, close enough. 

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Cocaine and Regret

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Itchy hesitates a moment, seeing the thumbs up and not believing it for one second, thinking fast and running out of the room, going to the bathroom and plugging the tub, running water before zipping back to Trace’s room, carefully getting an arm around the guy to help him stand up further.  “C’mon buddy, we’re getting you to some water, work with me here” he says, doing his best to support Trace and lead him out of the room. “Bathroom’s not far buddy, you can do it.” he assures as he goes. 

Itchy zips off elsewhere for just a few seconds, then returns to help you up off the floor. Your legs wobble, almost buckling beneath you upon having more weight being put on them, but you keep yourself upright to be lead out of the room.

You get as far as the door before you start to feel woozy from lack of oxygen intake, as well as excessive cocaine intake. “F-Fuck, this–” you finally manage to choke out, being interrupted by another brief fit of coughs before you can finish, “This– This might’ve been a–” Actually, you can’t even bring yourself to finish that thought. You’re better off saving your breath.

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Itchy keeps Trace from falling, supporting as much of the guy’s weight as he can as he tries to get Trace to the bathroom.  “A mistake, way ahead of you buddy, as always* he states, practically dragging Trace to the bathroom at this point, patting his back a little. He’s starting to get really worried, hoping Trace is getting enough oxygen, because if Trace passes out for lack of it Itchy will /not/ be able to carry him. 

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Cocaine and Regret

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Itchy watches as Trace goes to take a line, but the last thing he expects is for the guy to end up drowning on coke, and at seeing a puft of the powder coming out with a cough, Itchy finds himself concerned.  “Fuck dude are you alright??” Itchy questions, rushing in two seconds to Trace’s side, crouching beside him. “Shit, fuck, c’mon man can you stand?” he questions, wanting to get Trace to some sort of water. 

Itchy crouches down beside you, but you’re coughing too hard to hear what he says to you. You’re starting to double over further, the ache in your lungs and your throat growing to be too much to bear, but you put your other hand up on the table to try to bring yourself to stand instead.

You lift your head to look away from the floor, though you’re visions blurred from you tearing up from the burning sensation in your gills. You screw your eyes shut, gritting your teeth to try to keep yourself from coughing long enough to give Itchy a thumbs up as if to say you’re okay.

You then proceed to almost cough up a lung, and nearly fall to your knees again.

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Itchy hesitates a moment, seeing the thumbs up and not believing it for one second, thinking fast and running out of the room, going to the bathroom and plugging the tub, running water before zipping back to Trace’s room, carefully getting an arm around the guy to help him stand up further.  “C’mon buddy, we’re getting you to some water, work with me here” he says, doing his best to support Trace and lead him out of the room. “Bathroom’s not far buddy, you can do it.” he assures as he goes. 

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Cocaine and Regret

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“Shit okay, already made a few but I’ll just do what you don’t my guy” Itcho says with a shrug, grinning. He’s curious to see what happens when one snorts coke with gills, considering he’s never seen it before.  Itcho leans against a wall, tapping his foot a bit, looking on in expectation.”Let’s see how the fuck this goes!” he says with a laugh, crossing his arms. 

You come forward as Itchy steps aside, now leaning against the wall. You peer at him from the corner of your eye, bending down a little closer to the table in preparation. “If you say so.” you say, glancing back down at the white powder in neat lines as you position the rolled up bill. Just make this clean, and quick.

You move in closer, turning your head somewhat and placing the other end of the dollar against one of your gill slits. You take in a sharp inhale of it with a snort, then immediately choke up and let go of the bill, a hand shooting up to your throat as a small burst of white puffs from your gills.

This may have been something akin to a mistake, is all you can think to yourself as you drop to your knees, coughing and sputtering uncontrollably.

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Itchy watches as Trace goes to take a line, but the last thing he expects is for the guy to end up drowning on coke, and at seeing a puft of the powder coming out with a cough, Itchy finds himself concerned.  “Fuck dude are you alright??” Itchy questions, rushing in two seconds to Trace’s side, crouching beside him. “Shit, fuck, c’mon man can you stand?” he questions, wanting to get Trace to some sort of water. 

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Cocaine and Regret

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Itcho laughs and walks in, kicking the door shut behind him and tossing the bag of coke to land on the table, standing beside it and pulling his wallet out, getting his trusty one dollar bill and a credit card, stolen, not his own.  “Let’s fuckin do this. So, how exactly?? Are you gonna do this” he questions, wondering if the rolled up dollar bill would be sufficient with gills,,, worth a try. He rolls it up, passing it to Trace as he opens the baggie and dumps its contents onto the table, cutting it into lines on it’s surface with the credit card. 

You take the rolled up dollar bill between two fingers, watching Itchy move from the doorway to the table. “Fuck if I know, but ‘course I’m gonna do this.” you reply, joining him beside the table as he forms the lines on the flat surface.

“Maybe not too much,” you proceed to add, noting Itchy’s careless dumping of the substance from the bag, “Just one line. For science, and shit.”

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“Shit okay, already made a few but I’ll just do what you don’t my guy” Itcho says with a shrug, grinning. He’s curious to see what happens when one snorts coke with gills, considering he’s never seen it before.  Itcho leans against a wall, tapping his foot a bit, looking on in expectation.”Let’s see how the fuck this goes!” he says with a laugh, crossing his arms. 

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Cocaine and Regret

Itcho runs at top speed into the mansion and to his room, grabbing the largest dildo from his collection. There’s a hollow opening in the back of it, and he opens it up, grabbing a bag of cocaine from inside, replacing it and running over to Trace’s bedroom and opening the door, going in without knocking.  “Sup fucko I’m here with the blow” He announces loudly with a wild grin, holding up the little baggie in the shark’s line of view.  @tracershark

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You spin around on your heel upon hearing Itchy’s voice, offering a sharp-toothed grin upon noticing the little bag in his hand. “Took you long enough,” you greet him jokingly, approaching to stand a few feet away with your hands on your hips. 

You nod to the small, bare table by the window, the window’s curtains obviously having been drawn. “Let’s do this, yeah?”

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Itcho laughs and walks in, kicking the door shut behind him and tossing the bag of coke to land on the table, standing beside it and pulling his wallet out, getting his trusty one dollar bill and a credit card, stolen, not his own.  “Let’s fuckin do this. So, how exactly?? Are you gonna do this” he questions, wondering if the rolled up dollar bill would be sufficient with gills,,, worth a try. He rolls it up, passing it to Trace as he opens the baggie and dumps its contents onto the table, cutting it into lines on it’s surface with the credit card. 

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Cocaine and Regret

Itcho runs at top speed into the mansion and to his room, grabbing the largest dildo from his collection. There’s a hollow opening in the back of it, and he opens it up, grabbing a bag of cocaine from inside, replacing it and running over to Trace’s bedroom and opening the door, going in without knocking.  “Sup fucko I’m here with the blow” He announces loudly with a wild grin, holding up the little baggie in the shark’s line of view.  @tracershark

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1tchy-devourmydust:

Hey dude you’re out? I got plenty I can hook ya the fuck up 

i never had any in the first place but hell yeah, hook me up.

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Shit well yeah, I’ll hook you up then, Dick hooked me up with the stash of his last drug bust so i’ve got plenty, I’ll run the fuck home real quick and get ya some!

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foretellershark replied to your post “i wonder how much coke i could snort with my gills.”

trace dont

i don’t even have coke, fin.

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Hey dude you’re out? I got plenty I can hook ya the fuck up 

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sometimes you just you just need three, maybe fifteen cups of coffee