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30s - Script Writer - Monster Fucker - Minors DNI

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Bunch of peeps chatting about writing, slashers, masked men, monsters, current thirst traps, and fucking said monsters/masked men/slashers/thirst traps. Plus life, video games and other filthy shenanigans. 18+ only. No minors WHAT SO EVER.

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Opinion on Thaddeus(Fallout tv) ???

Possibly any fics 🙏🙏

I LOVE THADDEUS. But... I just can't separate Johnny Pemberton from Bo in Superstore. It's one of my comfort shows, and he's so fucking funny in his limited, recurring role. Maybe as the Fallout show continues and he becomes more ghoulified, my loins will overshadow my bias and the smut will flow? Who can say? (That being said, I am always open to any possible fic ideas or one-shot scenarios ya might have <3)

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rare commission work, got to blast alice in chains for a few hours while doing it hehe, also got to hear about happy appy & wound up like full belly guffaw laughing LOL happy appy & slayers x are like sibling narratives to me

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Hey Brim. I hope you have been well ♥️. Have you seen 2019s The Dare? I think you'd like Dominic 👀

I have heard of it, but I have never ACTUALLY watched it. I'll get on that ASAP, though, because he is... fucking fiiiiiine. Love a traumatized, murderous baby boy with some thicc muscles. Mask is kind cool too. I thought because it was on Tubi (or something) that it would be garbage, but I've since heard it's actually a bit of a rusty gem in the slasher genre.

My muse is a dusty, exhausted bitch, and she needs to be hydrated with beef. Does that make sense? Who can say? XD

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Okay okay last two...or three...🔞🔥

@xellnikov obvi gotta tag you after our call yesterday.🫶

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i just finished your breather series again for like the 6th time now and i’m curious if you’ll update it again? if so, maybe you could incorporate the reader vomitting in the next installment!? vomit is a very underappreciated bodily fluid imo :(

Ya know. I may actually finish the latest fic I wrote for the series, and because you asked so nicely AND because I explored vomit in a Manhunt fic, I'll consider adding it. I mean, with a long dick like The Breather's, he'd for sure trigger the ol' gag reflex.

Glad you're still enjoying the series after all this time. Six rounds of that debauchery is a lot! I am quite honored, to say the least. <3_<3

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“I’ll let you make it up to me,” he slowly says. A low croak to his voice. Like he’s pissed, and strained, and hungry. “After the night I’ve had, you owe me that much, and so much more. But there’ll be time for all that. We have the rest of our lives together. But tonight…” He takes your jaw in his hand, tilts your face to him as he towers over where you’re tied to that chair. “Tonight, you’ve been very, very bad. And I’m gonna treat you badly. How else will you learn what you’ve put me through? How you shouldn’t treat me? And I know… I know it’s not fully your fault… This was all very sudden.”

He gently traces the line of your jaw with gloved fingers; the curve of your delicate ear.

“But it’s still no excuse for how badly you’ve hurt me tonight. So I’m gonna make you hurt, baby. I’m gonna make it hurt. And you’re gonna take it. And you’re gonna learn how to treat me. How to love me. To respect me. Okay baby? Nod your head… Nod it.”

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I have a game to recomed to ya!

The Last Gas Station! It mixes managing a gas station among a preference for eletric cars, while said starion is located somewhere full of mysteires and legends.

You play as a fox lady!

Yo! I wanna say thank you for recommending this because I bought it not long ago and then proceeded to put 30+ hours into it. Pixel art is beautiful. The setting reminds me of Appalachia. Such a fun, kinda creepy little game. It scratched that Keep Driving itch. Highly recommend to anyone who wants a creepy, cryptid cozy game. 9/10 from me!

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Wade is so handsome omg his voice is so rich ain’t nothin richer than a man with a southern accent (I say as a bayou boy) but anyways I was wondering if he had a last name? You don’t gotta answer if you don’t want to

Yo, Prince! I'll answer both your asks at once. <3

Firstly, glad you enjoy Wade so much! Wade does have what I would consider a pretty thick Louisiana or Mississippi accent, but I had nothing to do with the VA casting for him or anyone else in the game, nor did I with Scrunitized either. And unfortunately, I never gave Wade a last name. If anyone comes across it in the game files or Adam drops it one day, it wouldn't have anything to do with me.

You ain't annoying at all! Being passionate about terrible fictional men is my own pastime, so ya got nothing to fear! Originally, Wade is supposed to be from generations of gold miners. Since one of the oldest gold mines in North America was found in North Carolina, I sorta picture him originating from that area. Maybe his family migrated to Nevada and/or Arizona (with some moving to California) during the Gold Rush. It's a topic I'm not that well-versed in, but that's my own personal conclusion.

There's nothing in his official lore that mentions exactly where he's from, but you could deduce he's from any place where they had long-standing gold mines. Otherwise, it's up to whatever you personally find most compelling. :D

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Do you have a lore sheet for Tucker? Curious about his age range

Sure do, Anon! I've copied and pasted his lore sheet below. <3

Tucker (self-made luck) Age: 30s

Tucker came into the world with Jason, so he always figured he would leave it with him too. They were twins, and even though he was only the youngest by fifty-five seconds, Jason was his big brother. From dirty kids playing cops and robbers to teens beating up the weaker, dumber kids, they did everything together. Jason would lead, and Tucker followed.

It was he who brought home some stolen chips from the casino down the highway - it was he who swiped the book on counting cards after school, and it was he who worked the girls at the bar to figure out which of the dealers were hungover that evening. 

They played to win like they always had, preying on the weak. 

Obscene amounts of money could be made in a night that most people didn’t see in a year. Tens of thousands of dollars, and they blew through it as fast as they could win it. Jason was the brain, always good at the math stuff and memory games, but Tucker could flash a smile and flex some muscle to get what he wanted. The ladies were simple-minded. The dealers were just as fragile as the women. 

With money, he could buy whatever he wanted, including them and the hussies behind the bar. 

The problem was that when you did something too much and too well, people took notice. The wrong guys picked up on their game, and they were too high off the thrill and the cash to give a shit. They stayed at one casino for too long. They got sloppy. Enemies were reapers in the desert, and before he knew it, they’d been bashed in the back of the head and dumped several dozen miles away from civilization. 

Both of them got cracked skulls, but Tucker has always been the thick-headed one of the bunch. Jason was the smarts - the weaker of the two. Every day, Jason reminded both of them of it: he was the brain, and Tucker was the muscle. But smarts don’t matter when it comes to hammers in the back of the head. 

Jason was a vegetable by the time he hit the ground, but Tucker wouldn’t leave him to the vultures like some people. Limping - head splitting open with pain - Tucker dragged him across miles and miles of hot morning desert sand until high noon burnt their scalps and blistered their faces. He walked on until the sun fell over the cliffs and the body he dragged beside him in the sand went cold.

It was his fault. The goons descended, and he wasn’t tough enough to throw the hounds off like he was supposed to do. Never smart enough - never as smart as Jason. 

When night came, he collapsed in the blue sand. He wasn’t too far behind his twin because, after all, they were supposed to leave this place the way they entered it, even if he’d gotten them both there. Instead of tunnel vision, or those halos that every bible thumper speaks about when they die, Tucker saw headlights.

Wade saved him, called a guy on the down-low to fix the dent in his head, and gave Jason a proper desert funeral beneath a big rock with a scorpion fossil stained on the cleaved side. The next day he gets the scorpion and ‘Jason’ tattooed into his skin as a reminder of the brother he lost and the one he gained. Wade - just like Jason - could tell him to do anything and he’d fucking do it because Wade was the smarts and Tucker was the muscle.

Tattoos: the scorpion is for the rock Wade buried his brother under. ‘Jason’ in remembrance of his twin brother. The hatch marks for the men and women Wade has had him kill, and the ace of hearts for his gambling skills (or lack thereof).

Scalp Scar: for the hammer he took to the head when he and his brother got caught counting cards.

Crowbar: because it was the most well-used thing in Wade’s shed.

Childhood/Twin: born as a twin to his ‘older’ brother Jason, which made them an inseparable team before and during their gambling streak.

TJ On Boot: initials.

Relationship to Wade: rescued by him in the desert and had his head fixed up. He admires Wade to a fault and takes every order he gives with relish.

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Some random yautja sketches while im studying far from home

The top is an experimental aquatic/semi-aquatic yautja subspecies thing. Bottom is just a himbo

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Hate to be a bother but I absolutely adore the prosthetic arm on Cletus, do you take any issue with people drawing him with it? I'm not sure what the proper etiquette is with stuff like this so I decided it couldn't hurt to ask :)

You are more than welcome to draw him however you please. One arm? Two arm? Three arm? Go wild, my anonymous friend.

P.S. you’re never a bother. ❤️

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I like to think some of the things Tucker survived makes even Wade speechless some times.

Tucker: *walks off getting shot*

Wade: Damn, never getting rid of this guy...

This ask was a great excuse for me to try out gif-making in Procreate. But yeah, Anon, I agree with ya there. Haha <3

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Are you planning on getting into or playing the new welcome to the game that's coming out soon?

Probably gonna skip this one. But some of the fandom discussions have me hyped to create some fanart or fanfics. Could be fun to return to my own Breather series universe. My muse is only juuust creeping back to the surface.

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Can you give us Wade's lore? Pretty please? 🥺

Sure thing! <3

Wade (good luck) Age: 40s

His Pa started him off wrong or tried to. From a young age, he was taught the difference between right and wrong with the back of a miner's hand, but he knew even as a kid that violence was just the weak-minded man's crutch. It wasn't enough for him to be stronger than his Pa; he had to be smarter too.

The only proper response to a beating was to pick up a book and learn in the hopes that filling his head with knowledge would undo the desire to kill something - to hit back and break bones. 

When he grew into a real man, he too grew into those hands he hated - hands that could dig up the blood of the earth or shut someone's mouth just as fast. He used those same hands to strangle his Pa when the old man thought he was too weak to survive the last real beating. It seemed logical to kill to live. He felt no pity, just a slight loathing that he hadn't done it sooner.

Instead of taking up the family pickaxe to mine the earth for gold like all those generations before him, Wade used it to bury the body, then shoved all his Pa's old things in a shed out back. Out of sight and out of mind… only it never was.

No matter where he went, he began assessing the qualities of people - the reasons they deserved to live or to die. Wade had taken out one weak man with no trouble; why not more? Who else had survived long enough to kill their abuser or - more importantly - who would survive the type of torture he had?

From local news stories to historical accounts to books on the psychology of resilience, Wade devoured it all. He lured those he wanted to see test their skills, or lack thereof, back to his family home, where there were lots of open deserts and endless mountain ranges to get lost in. He set them loose across acres of nothing and hunted them down to see how long they lasted. 

Not long. None of them made it very far into his games. 

So many people were weak these days. Too few had the fortitude to survive the abuse others put upon them. 

In his search for someone worth their existence, he found Cletus. Local papers wouldn't shut up about him.

The man survived the highest cocaine toxicity on record as well as a gross amount of medical mishaps that could only be proven by the scars on the man's body. Prison would either break Cletus or strengthen him, so Wade made a point to visit him often - to groom him and see if he really was a survivor like his records claim.

Cletus proved himself worthy within several years and, not long after that, Wade ran into Tucker and the corpse on his shoulder. Tucker may have been a bit dim at times - less intelligent than Wade would have liked- but he was strong enough to take a brain bleed and live… plus, the guy liked taking orders, and Wade needed a pawn.

There were more survivors out there just waiting to prove themselves, and he'd find them. He'd test their resolve and their skills. Wade was gonna be the one to separate the wheat from the chaff, because even if they failed, it was just one less weak-minded, violent curr that didn't deserve to live anyway.

Childhood/Family History: raised by an abusive father whom he ended up killing when he got strong enough. Comes from a long line of gold miners. Read a lot of books, from mechanical engineering to string theory to philosophy.

Pickaxe: he took his Pa’s old pickaxe and welded it into something that can hook and bludgeon any-sized man.

Mask/Modulator: fabricated from items in his Pa’s old workshop in the backyard: miner’s flashlight, HAM radio, and quarry sack.

Mindset: wants to build a community/cult of survivors based on the outcome of his games/trials in the desert. 

Relationship to Cletus: admires his resilience and sees him as the ideal survivor aside from himself.

Relationship to Tucker: pities him for his mental weakness, but sees potential in him as a pawn that has a hard time dying.