Made An Impulsive Decision In Jan To Buy Good Kid Gig Ticket, Now I'm In Amsterdam!

made an impulsive decision in jan to buy good kid gig ticket, now i'm in amsterdam!

does anyone know if there will be a new wonderlust episode today or if they're still uploading it every 2 weeks?

sincerely, someone who wants to know exactly how much more problems troy can cause, how exasperated blink can be, and how many insane inventions runt can make

i don't know how you managed to nail the energy of chat but it's actually so accurate. this made me cackle

when i tell you i have been WAITINGGGG for someone that writes for charlie. my saviour omg ANYWAYS WE’RE GOINF OFF TRACK

could you write something about charlie with a partner (who isn’t relatively famous) and he teaches them how to play minecraft on stream?? tysm ‼️‼️☹️

i love feeding the masses with my charlie content >:33 and this is the CUTEST idea omg!!

enjoyyy :)))))))

˚ ༘ ೀ charlie slimecicle: learning curve ⋆｡˚

- insisted on you doing a bit for the stream intro (disgustingly teary puppy eyes until you caved in)

- and so he buries you under a pile of plushies in a corner of the room moments before the stream starts, the two of you cackling as you descend further into the fluff dimension, drowning in fuzz

- he plays his best cool as the stream starts up, idly chatting as he flicks through tabs, distracting chat from the lack of actual content so far (the title being ‘I AM STREAMING. I AM LIVE.’ under the ‘just chatting’ category)

- the build-up soon begins; “actually, chat, i just wanted to tell you guys about the brand new slime story plush coming out, pretty soon..”

- you do your best to contain your giggles, as stoic as possible for someone hidden under a mountain of stuffing.

- squealing as he digs you back out, swiftly taking you in his arms and proudly presenting you to the camera, his arms pulled tight around your middle as you attempt to wriggle from his relentless grasp, wildly (and futilely) kicking your legs

- settling into the desk chair he’s placed beside his for you, watching with a shy smile as chat explodes; ↳ maeronpa_: STRANGER gem2day: CHARLES THAT IS NOT A MARKETABLE PLUSHIE luca_on_mars: STRANGER DANGER WHO IS THIS

- “stop- chat, it’s not stranger danger!” he laughs out, turning your chair to face his as he fits a headset over your head, thumb lingering reassuringly against your cheek for a second as he brushes loose strands of hair back

- charlie’s audience knows you, but not as you - as more of a cryptid, than anything; a muffled voice from behind the door of his office, mid-stream, or as a loud bubble of laughter behind the camera of his instagram stories, maybe even a flash of hair in the background of a picture every once in a blue moon.

- the decision to actually show your face, you in your entirety, was one you agonised over for a long time. on one hand, you wanted to make yourself actually known to the world - a person, rather than a poltergeist.

- on the other, you worried about the consequences of putting your face on such a large platform as charlie’s.

- ultimately, you decided to go through with it

- something charlie was very much ecstatic about

- like leaping and bounding around the house when you asked him to teach you minecraft - on stream

- half due to the fact he could finally show you off, let everyone know he managed to bag someone like you, and half so he could prove you actually existed in the first place ↳ (the matter of your existence being brought up on an episode chuckle sandwich, schlatt’s remark of “if they even exist..” being met with charlie’s exasperated yell of “YOU’VE LITERALLY MET THEM”)

- the steady realisation from chat that you’re you, screen lighting up with thousands spamming your name, alongside sentiments such as “FINALLY” and “WAIT THEY WERENT A BIT???”, then devolving into hostage situation accusations; ↳ scslimed: ARE YOU DOING THIS WILLINGLY dishevelledavocado: kidnapping someone for the bit is crazy taypotts: WAIT WAIT BLINK TWICE

- you simply giggle as he scrambles to defend himself, promising chat he found you “organically” (”char, what does that even mean?” “like, in the wild!” “are you saying i’m an animal?”)

- finally delving into the game - him more or less perched on your shoulder the entire time, as he peers at the screen from beside you, out of frame hand splayed on your thigh to hold himself up

- having to move said hand to frantically take control of your mouse most times

- you failing almost exactly 1 minute in when, instead of sticks, you simply start crafting shit tons of buttons

- ignoring charlie’s desparate pleas for you to stop, instead grinning wickedly as you watch your stock of oak planks deplete

- “do not dig straight down,” he warns, tone grave as anything. “okay!” you chirp, digging straight up instead, karma hitting you in the form of a steady stream of gravel piling down on you

- shrieking as he intervenes just in time, lunging for the mouse and dragging you away from immediate death

- throwing a minor (major) fit the first time you do die, the only sounds you can hear being the quiet crackling of the virtual lava you walked straight into, and charlie’s hysterics, his hiccuping laughter as he sympathetically pats your head, which you’ve placed on the desk in a moment of true defeat.

- “can we not just call phil? mr minecraft?” you whine, lifting your head just to throw it into your hands. "WE DON’T NEED HIM!” charlie exclaims, reaching over you to hit ‘respawn’.

- desparately trying to tame every animal you come across - spending up every single bone on every single wolf, spending your time in villages fishing so you can get yourself a cat

- soon becomes one of charlie’s longest streams, him knowing the two of you were in the deep end the moment you declared you were going to ‘beat that damn lizard’

- several hours (and deaths) later; you finally step into the end

- so blinded by your satisfied excitement, you don’t even register that you’ve stepped a block too far on the tiny island you loaded onto

- face dropping instantly, watching in stunned silence as you simply just fall into the void, exchanging pained glances with charlie as the death screen fades in, the tauntingly tempting dilemma of ‘respawn’ or ‘title screen’ glaring right back at you

- streamendsabruptly.gif

milomumbles in wonderlust AND condi's upcoming campaign??? WINNN

charlie slimecicle who will kiss and latch onto you until he gets whatever it is he wants 😭😭 backs away for a second when you use his full name in that firm tone hates, but not for long UGERHRJTGM I LOVE HJM

- QUICK everyone pretend it didn't take me almost 2 weeks to get around to this req

- the wip name for this was just 'whiny bitch charlie'

- oh reader is like. a cc editing a video or smth btw i forgot to actually make that clear (trinity include context challenge: FAILED MISERABLY!)

- gn reader :)

✧₊⁺ charlie slimecicle: persuasion ⭒˚.⋆

“char,” you sigh through an exasperated laugh, as charlie decides the best time to come up behind you and take your chin between his fingers is right here, right now - just as you’re this close to finishing up your work.

“five more minutes?” you bargain. wordlessly, he replies, hands running over your shoulders, tracing the contours of your collarbones, fingertips dipping into the negative space - essentially, a ‘no’.

“seriously, i’ve just got these last few minu-” “come onn, come to bed,” his voice pleads out, soft - impossible to not give in to.

nonetheless, you put up your best fight, moving your hand up to his wrist, hoping the touch is enough to distract him for the next fifteen minutes or so (you absolutely lied when you asked for just five more minutes - he knows this, too, of course, but fooling yourself’s just part of the fun now).

slow fingers ghost from your collarbones down to your forearm, touch dragging over your wrist, drawing tiny patterns before he moves to snatch your hand from its grip on your mouse. he pulls it up to his lips, delivering tiny kisses to each knuckle.

“charlie,” you warn, tone harsher than you really intended, more biting than you really meant - it works, though, his hands skulking away, him resorting to just placing his head on your shoulder, lips pressed to the soft skin as he hums his disappointment.

that resolve only lasts a few moments, however, before he starts pawing at your chair, swaying it side to side on its wheels, laughing to himself as he watches you try to pretend you’re ignoring him - he knows he’s winning this battle, as slow as his victory may be.

you tap away at your keyboard, façade of ignorance faltering everytime he swings your chair around, having to dip your head to let your hair fall over your twitching lips. he notices, of course, eyes glued to the side of your face during his teasing.

“you’ll give in eventually,” he sings, jabbing a finger into your cheek, running it over the ridges of your teeth, that are biting at the flesh inside. “soon enough, you’ll break.”

you push yourself to prove him wrong; lips firmly pressed together as you swallow your smile, eyes fixed on your monitor, flitting across the screen, as nonchalant about it all as possible. you try to convince yourself you can hold out, not let yourself get derailed by warm hands and soft touches.

..but it’s entirely unfair, the way he now stands over you, silently begging - you can practically feel his pouting, buzzing at you from over your shoulder, where his grasping hands rest, desparate as they knead into you.

he dips down, nose brushing your neck as he lays a kiss to every square inch he can access, low hums droning against your throat. a featherlight finger tugs at the neckline of your shirt, trimmed nails digging into the now exposed flesh, leaving tiny crescents in their wake.

your typing is half-hearted, if anything, by now, fingers faltering over the keys, entirely unfocused on the work at hand - impossible to concentrate for even a second as his humming continues to vibrate against your skin.

eventually, your body begins to betray your mind, logic giving way to desire as your head slowly tips to one side, offering up more of your neck to his needy mouth, hold loosening on your mouse as his hands slide down your arms, clutching your wrist.

“char,” you breathe, swallowing, still trying to act as if you’re buried in your work. the soft tone of your voice says otherwise, though, laced with the sound of your surrender.

he catches on, smiling against you, “yes, angel?”

the act is painful to keep up now; every tiny touch, skittering skin against your’s, the sickeningly sweet, comforting warmth in every move he makes, is all too much, your ability not to cave in crumbling entirely.

“you win.”

you let your head fall back against his chest, eyes trailing up to his grinning face, hungry eyes staring right back down at you; “knew i could do it,” he boasts, swivelling your chair around, taking your hands in his as he coaxes you to stand, lips crashing into your’s the moment your feet hit the ground, victorious as his touch roams to your waist, hips bumping as he pulls you in.

The Ultimade Question.

[Asker]: Let's say you have— you could either get Unlimited Bacon—

[Slimecicle]: Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

[Asker]: But No Games. Or Unlimited Games, But No Games.

[FULL TRANSCIPT UNDER CUT]

William: Thank you for the question! Probably one more really quick.

Asker: Um, hey. Uh, this is a bit of a silly question, so um. Let's say all of you, except the baby, of course, are like all trapped in a mine, and you're given like two options. Sorry, I came up with this on the spot.

Asker: Let's say you have— you could either get Unlimited Bacon—

Slimecicle: Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

Asker: But No Games. Or Unlimited Games, But No Games.

Slimecicle: I'm watching the clock, we have two seconds left. And it's over—

William: Oh noo, it's overrrr, we ran out of timeee.

[Everyone laughs]

Slimecicle: This, actually— I'm—

All: Bacon

Slimecicle: Really?! But No Games?!

Colin: yeah but you've got— how can you have Unlimited Games but No Games?

Slimecicle: Can we hear the question again? No one has anywhere to be , right?

Skip: I think you have a few autographs to sign

Asker: Unlimited Bacon, all the bacon, unlimited, but no games. Or Unlimited Games, all the games, every single game, but no Games.

Slimecicle: Take it away.

[Baby makes noises]

GhostTownLiving: I don't understand—

Slimecicle: Just like incubate it, really let it incubate.

Colin: Bacon consumption levels are way off the chart, (????) Years of just physical bacon.

William: Thank you guys so much, miners.

Slimecicle: I would take the games.

[Video over]