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Spamton G. Spamton and Anthony Tenna want to seal the deal. Becoming the co-star of TV Time wasn’t exactly in his plans, but with Tenna’s insistence he just couldn’t say no, despite the ominous warnings he’d received from his benefactor. Whatever happens, happens.
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somewhere, somehow, you understood by Zelkumy
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
19 Jan 2025
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The first thing he noticed was the smell of sulfur and rot, gas leaks tinted with mercaptan, air dense, thick and hard to digest, worsening his nausea.
The second thing he noticed was the floor he was sprawled onto, cobblestone filled with holes that gathered puddles, the stone was slimy under his fingers, and his attire was stained by mud—over other things.
The third thing he noticed was a crushing hand to his neck and a punishing choke to his wind pipe.
or: Jayce meets the Machine Herald, and he makes him remember what loves feels like.
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- Part 1 of Communication is a skill we don't have
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“Yeah, it’s going really well with Abigail. We’re probably going to get married. But uhh, she’s a pretty assertive lady. And she wasn’t super impressed with how I did when we... Got it on.” Nathan flushed. “So I was wondering if you had any tips, or something?"
Pickles looked up at Nathan surly, not that the guy would actually notice. Wouldn’t even look him in the eye, that goddamn coward. He took a long, hard swig of his drink while he weighed his words.
“You should try blowing on it. Chicks love it when you blow on it.”
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When Nathan comes looking for advice of a certain nature, an embittered Pickles decides to take revenge. It all comes back to bite him eventually.
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“Does this happen to you a lot, dear?”
“Eh, you know. Not usually shackled to prissy dicks, though.”
He ignored my comment, continuing as cheery as ever. “Well, I certainly won’t be the one chopping off my hand. I’ve seen others do that before, and it does not look fun.”
“You got a knife?”
His surprise and curiosity seemed genuine, enough to make me let out a dry laugh. It took an extra moment for him to decipher my expression. “Ah. Sarcasm. So, I’ll take it that neither one of us is willing to do the deed. Then, I guess we better get moving.”