handcuffed and i thought of you [♧] o, come kinkshame these sinners

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]"once upon a time, there were three, sad weirdos in a place called 'the rebellion of damnation'. no, no, 'the rebellion of terminus'. yeah, thats right. somehow, these sorry frigging idiots thought it was a good idea to pull out some handcuffs while they were drinking away their sorrows. nothing could go wrong!"


    "but then everything went wrong, and then the three stinking idiots were handcuffed to each other forever! the. freaking. end." you finish your story on a dark note before giving the handcuff in question a harsh tug. it bites into your skin, which allows that storm of anxiety in your chest to start up again. if it hasnt been made known, you dont like being restrained in any way or form, and you definitely dont like this, and you definitely dont want this. you arent entirely sure how you, victoria, and chara wound up in this situation to begin with. you've got victoria chained to your hindleg, and you've got chara chained to your right wrist, and chara is chained to victoria and.. stars, where did all these handcuffs come from, anyways? ah, hell, who cares? the only thing you should care about is finding the key.. er, keys. "HELP, WE'RE STUUUCK." you yell as you drag the two phobias into the main camp, huffing in annoyance whenever a chain briefly restricts you from going faster than you'd like, "WE LOST THE KEYYYYS."


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    THE SKY'S OVERCAST — victoria — traveler — genderfluid — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The situation was far from pleasant, however it was amusing to see the small feline drag your ass back to camp. They could have helped, but being the sick fuck they were, Victoria in no way in hell was gonna help the feline. It was low key all their fault this had happened. First, they had gotten the kids drunk, one more than the other. COUGH, Chara. Oops. Second, they were the one's who had put the handcuffs on them. Third, they "lost" the key. Last but not least, they acted like they had no idea what had occurred.


    Victoria was currently being dragged, while hearing Chara rambling about something. Hell they were pretty sure that Chara was beyond gone. The kid was high, and the other went on singing off pitch about pink elephants. The question what the other was thinking. Were they even thinking? For now, the feline remained mute, as they were supposed to be. Part of the reason was that they were trying not to laugh their ass off, while the other was that they didn't want to speak to others. Especially Bill, that motherfucker would laugh at their faces. Maybe record the whole shit. Ok, but this was their fault so..


    Well, for now, they'll just act drunk.


    // Y'all sinners

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    I'LL BELIEVE IT ALL — chara — traveler — nonbinary — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Chara was well, how do you say? Wired. The kid was talking about elephants for crying out loud. “PINK ELEPHANTS, PINK ELEPHANTS! Pink elephants in a parade!” Oh man were they annoying. Couldn't blame them, they were drunk as hell. The poor canine was being dragged along by Frisk, their significantly less drunk soul mate. Holy shit, Frisk is smoking hot. Sadly when drunk thought could never be controlled, as one's desires could not be hidden when intoxicated. The canine turned their head to sloppily smile at the other, "Frisk, did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you ever looked?" Smooth talker wow, am I right? Although it sounded more like some one had sinned in order to make that happen. Obviously the canine meant it, as they were smiling gently at the other. An action that was very unchara like.


    The moment was ruined however, when Frisk cut abruptly causing the other to hit their head on a rock. Life was sin.


    // HALP ME

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]you're significantly less drunk then chara, yes, but still drunk all the same. you arent a stuttering, stumbling fool reeking of booze like them, but you've got a nice buzz going on, and that makes you feel all warm and tingly inside. your mouth is cotton, your tongue thick, and to top it off you've got no filter. so if you think it, you say it and boy, the world isnt ready for that kind of honesty. tori is pretty much deadweight, and you seem to be locked in a shouting match with chara-- or atleast, they're yelling in your ear and you're trying to yell over them, "WHERE ARE THE KEYYYYYS?!?" you find yourself repeating once again, a faint drunken lisp hanging onto the words, "FIND THE KEYS.. HH.. HELP, WE'RE STUUUUUUUUUUCK. WE'RE STUCK, WE'RE-- CHARA, SHUT UP." you snap suddenly and very loudly, spinning around to face your partner, who keeps screaming about pink elephants and how beautiful you are. stars, they're hammered. victoria seems to be that quiet drunk type, and you're thankful for that much. you shift your right paw and try to run it over charas face, pushing it harshly against their lips, "JUST- JUST SHUT UP, CHARA, WE'LL GET THROUGH THIS. SO JUST, JUST.. SHHHH." you try to sag against them then, attempting to push at their face with both of your paws in a rather clumsy, pitiful manner. you try to remember who else lives in the rebellion, and one name in particular surfaces, "AHHH, BILL. BILL, BILL, WHERE IN THE EFFIN "H" IS BILL? BIIIIIIIIIILL CIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPHERRRR, HELP WE'RE STUCK." now, if you weren't under the influence of alcohol, they're name never would have slipped off of your tongue. but you're not sober tonight, dammit. "STEAM- STEAMPOT, CROCKPOT." god, what was the other leaders name?"SOMEONE, HELP WE'RE STUCK."
    wheeze im sorry[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS


    — ☆*:・☽ I'LL HAVE YOU BEAR EVERYTHING FOR ME.


    Stripe covered paws were plastered over his muzzle to restrain the fiendish chuckle that their predicament had inspired. Their struggling was what made it a definite hoot and Frisk's drunken caterwaul sent him into spasms. They sure were in a jam! Luckily, their friend Popee knew a way out of it. False kindness sprung onto his face as he strutted right on up, a chainsaw's blade shining directly at them. One could say he had his bag of tricks and this chainsaw just so happened to be a favorite. "This won't hurt too much.", he cackled, revving it up and raising it manically over his rabbit eared cap.


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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]if you were sober, this sight would have concerned you. in fact, you'd have freaked. now, you simply cant seem to take popee seriously, your only complaint being a slurred, "bullcrap! LOSING A LIMB HURTS A LOT! 'specially if its your head. i know from experience, ha!" a head isnt a limb, but oh well. you squint up at the boy, trying to reach up and take the chainsaw he holds away, possibly pulling cbara along with you since they're chained to your wrist and all, "here, let me have it and i'll show you how much it hurts! "
    /rushedd omg c':[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS