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[hefty-tyrant-blog]

Can we get both half-assed and full-assed? Or do we have to choose?

              here you are, ladies.

[memexauxqueen]

Send me an ‘✎’ and I’ll try to draw your muse the best I can.

Or send ‘␦’ for a completely horrible and half-assed drawing of your muse.

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[hefty-tyrant-blog]

A GIFT ARRIVES!

It’s seems like a large doll but actually, when punched it rights itself! Just keep punching and punching and it will get back up!

Attached is a note from the senders, mainly apologising for your situation and attempting to explain that they thought you would be used to ingesting rat poison and that they only wanted to make you a little bit ill.

Of course, not wanting the visit the morgue any time soon, they did not deliver this in person, instead enlisting their cousin to do so for them…

                              "........."

      The boy tore off the letter, briefly reading over it before placing it back onto the punching doll. Despite the kind offer, He still didn't seem too pleased. If not, the reminder of the incident only made his rage boil. Nelson specifically began to viciously punch the doll where the letter was located, all until the tape could no longer hold and it'd fallen off from the doll. 

[hefty-tyrant-blog]

*places a small Christmas tree and presents in your hospital bedroom*

                "A-haw!! ha haw haw!!!                 A tree and -- gifts!? This Christmas                  might not be so bad after all!"

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                            "Thanks to a certain SOMEBODY for putting                              rat poison on my cupcake, I'm gonna have to                             spend the holidays indoors laying in bed....                             a hospital bed.   OOooOOoOouuhHHh...!!!..." 

[impaired-conductor-blog]

(( me and my friend was making some Ludwig reaction icons for my blog. and I wanted to show some of the art done for it.))  {Kemp’s}

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[hefty-tyrant-blog]

{Sherriandterri:}

The Mackleberry and Twin bakery was all about putting one’s feelings into their products. In this case most of those feelings were venomous. If they weren’t so afraid of snakes they likely would have injected a few litres of cobra venom into the cupcake.

“Oh wow, looks like he really loves it!” Sherri chirped.

“He’s holding his gut in delight, this is our biggest triumph yet!”

Of course they knew what was up. You don’t ground rat poison into a fine paste and use it for icing without noticing.

After all, buttering up someone with praise just to stab them in the back? Sounds like something Nelson had done to them before… then there was the Lumpy incident they suspected he was behind… Fair’s fair.

      At this point, Nelson had been to focused on the pain rather than to what either one of the girls were spewing out. The burning, it hurt so badly! It was as if someone had shoved gasoline down his throat and lit it, and his entire insides on fire. His grip around his gut grew tighter as the pain grew larger. His voice sounded more and more gravely by the second. Nelson turned his back to the twins, dipping his head down to stare at the floor so he'd been able to focus on something, anything to get his mind off of this. Or at least so he could have better concentration. It was as if focusing on the floor would help in some sort of way, but - in this situation it was no use. Repetitively, Nelson inhaled and exhaled while in a panicked state. What did they just give him!? What did he just eat!?

     A forced heave left his mouth before he'd immediately collapsed to the floor. The pain was unreal. He'd felt pain, but not like this. Which said a lot since he'd even known the feeling of getting your teeth knocked out. Which, subsequently hurts like none other. This though. This was far worse. A million times worse! His breathing had begun to feel shaky, which each breath he took sending a jolt of pain through his nerves and body. He couldn't tell, but the color in his skin was also starting to change it's hue. Instead of the vibrant yellow it usually was, it'd begun to go pale and clammy. He tried to say something - but it was too much to speak. All he could really do was lay there, hold his stomach, and groan in pain. 

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{Sherriandterri:}

S - “We’re telling!”

also nice song btw

                              "Go ahead, I'd WANT them to hear this!" 

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{Sherriandterri;}

hefty-tyrant asked: {link}

T - “Why, of course it will be good! I want all out here, I made the base of the cake with an Earthy texture to highlight your rugged personality. And all this colourful icing is evocative of your colourful background!”

actually it’s mostly made of dirt and iced with ground up rat poison

“Be sure to eat it alllll up, or else it’s coming out of our lunch money! Or you could do bodyguard work for a month… eat up, now!”

      Nelson would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't surprised or caught off guard by the sudden praise he'd received from Terri...or...was that Sherri? He couldn't tell and honestly didn't care enough to figure it out either. It was so odd though. Especially coming from one of the girls. Though,  all he ever really did to either one of the two was threaten them, given wet willies to, the occasional swirly, and loads after loads of pranks. The hidden skunk in the cupcake box still topped the charts with pranks received. Least to date in the boy's opinion. 

   Base of the cake having a earth texture to highlight his -what? Nelson couldn't help but feel a odd pit form at the center of his stomach upon hearing this. The bully blinked, glancing away ever few often as the twin continued on with her speech. He didn't know quite why, but all this praise made him feel...funny. He got praise before, but this seemed much different. The usual praise given to the boy was when he was about to tussle with another student, thus forming a circle of people who'd chant for the two to fight. This was not like that at all. He knew, in the back of his head tho, this should raise suspicions. With how she spoke of him. But for some reason that he himself couldn't explain, Nelson gave her the benefit of the doubt. He probably had done this, and not thought much of it since she was running her own little business. Customer satisfaction is key! Maybe that's why he was beginning to let his guard more down. 

                                        "Uhhh....whatever."     

   As he ended his sentence, Nelson gave a half shrugged, looked away in a 'rolling of the eyes' formation, then hurried and took the sweet away from Terri; all while giving little to no eye contact with the girl whatsoever. Instead of checking or bothering to see what the cupcake really looked like, Nelson had took a great big chomp out of it. He chewed it, still looking away from the twin seeming to have something on his mind. But the thought was cut short when the obvious change in his face happened. Something...something wasn't right. He hurried to shallow it before looking down at the baked 'good'. If you could even call it that. Instantly, he felt a rather tingly sensation now fill his stomach. None of this though, unlike the other feeling, was brought by words spoken to him. Instead, it was from the fact that he'd unknowingly just consumed a mixture of toxic chemicals. This wasn't a little ol' bite either. His bite took more than half the cupcake out of size. 

                                                                                       "--OooOoOoohh..."

     Immediately, he dropped to cupcake, using both arms to clench onto his stomach.  The tingling soon became burning, making the child begin to groan in utter pain. 

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              “OooH, Jingle bells, Skinner smells                 Krabappel is a hag!!!                 They both suck, like some g u n k                 and their stench cant be contaaaained!”

[supermackleberrysisters-deactiv]

(( And another muse sketch, this time for @hefty-tyrant ‘s Nelson!

This muse actually done the impossible, softened my stance on a character that I… had a lot of negative feelings towards. Mostly for some of the horrible things he’s seen doing yet… still treated like a good guy an awful lot.

Buuuut Hefty mun takes us back to a time when Nelson was just a straight up asshole who’d belt you on the back of the head because… he had nothing better to do. Gotta hit something. That and the Dodgeball thread is kinda like something that I wish I’d thought of before, namely since it could probably be adapted into a fanfic or something.

But yeah, interesting example of how a character portrayal can really affect how you look at them! I’m hoping I’m doing the same thing for my lil’ shits over here. I’m not deluded, I know they’re unpopular.:P ))

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[whatsthesiitch-deactivated20151]

you are a battleground encased inside a girl. your wounds are gunfire, your scars, the aftershock—the bullet wound. this world was built on blood and wars (just like you). when it cuts you open, raw and bleeding and blind, all there is inside you is the remnants of a revolution. pretty girls aren’t meant for war—they told you this, long ago. but you, in your high heels, red lips, red hair, red scars—you will defy them all. a war rages inside you, and pretty girls don’t lose. (insp)