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Cantim’s weakness: Big trolls that could bench press him.
Someone come love this boy
I have decided that this is basically Cantim’s Lusus.
And this big, fluffy dummy can often be seen dancing and grooving in the background of his charge’s videos and livestreams.
A quarter of his subscribers follow him just for that.
> Glance down during your livestream to notice someone is contacting you through Trollian. >Growl and pause the livestream with apologies to the watchers. "If this is another crazy fan, I swear to god--!" > Answer them.
IrritableGamer [IG]: (What?)
Let's Play
"Shit shit shit shit!" why was he playing this-- oh right, because his watchers practically begged him for weeks to do so. Horror games was a staple of his gaming rotation but this was insane. He couldn't even fight! He had to run and hide, how weak was that shit?! "No no no--AAH!! Don't get stuck on that! Fuck!" curse these game mechanics! Ok so that was actually his fault but whatever!
The brown blood in no way tried to keep himself quiet or muffle his swears or screams. It was just his usual recording night and he needed to get at least twenty minutes of video this time before actually stopping. This was insane. Who ever thought this game up was a fucking sadist! Ok, no, he could do this. This would be fine-- Jump scare!
"FUCK!!"
'Beep beep beep!!' "Shit!" a scramble of clothes, a trip or two which results in a loud curse and further scrambling. Crap crap crap, please don't let that shit burn! It'd be the third one this month if he allowed it to burn again. Grabbing the nearest oven mitt, Cantim quickly slips the things on and pries the oven door open, hastily retrieving the pan inside in order to set it on the stove top.
Oh thank god, the biscuits weren't burned.
"Thank you God....Ugh, don't need this crap," the hell was wrong with him lately? It was rare for him to burn even one meal, two was unheard of! Almost burning three? Ugh.
Hm....
sirboastalotsstories started following you
Hm? ... a human? ... Hell(), I guess.
