this is not a corndog

Normal ask meme

Nothing odd here, just some normal asks.

1. Where did you hide the body?

2. Favorite rock?

3. Worst dream you ever had?

4. Answer this with a lyric from the first song that comes to your mind

5. Does blood make you uncomfortable?

6. Even numbers or Odd numbers?

7. Something you hate that you love?

8. The first initial of someone you hate?

9. Make up an Acrostic for the word “Exsanguinate”

10. Do you enjoy corndogs?

11. Favorite movie from the year 2005?

12. Least favorite music genre?

13. Have any terrible restaurant experiences?

14. Three things that you would never want to come near you?

15. What is the worst way for you to die? (In your opinion)

16. any unsual habits?

17. One emoji that you probably have never used?

18. Write a three sentence horror story about a gatorade bottle.

19. Do you know what old bay is?

20. Can you dance?

21. What first comes to mind when you see rope?

22. Make an obscure reference

23. What is your favorite color for a balloon?

24. If you were ever to got court, would you most likely be innocent or guilty?

25. Are you hungry?

26. Do you have an unlucky number?

27. What does “JMD” stand for?

28. Random Inside joke?

29. What sends chills up your spine?

30. How many questions are currently in your inbox?

31. Someone (real) who scares you? 

32. Run or Hide?

33. Who is the last person who made you angry?

34. What’s going on in your head?

35. One little thing that makes you smile?

36. Are you a decisive person?

37. Would people describe you as a paranoid person?

38. What store would you be the least likely to be found in?

39. Do you like hats? If so, what’s your favorite type?

40. Bowties or Ties?

41. Who?

42. What?

43. Where?

44. When?

45. Why?

46. How?

47. Do you collect anything?

48. What time is it?

49. Favorite mode of transportation?

50. Would you ever kill someone to save someone else?

51. Make a joke

52. .eserver ni gnihtemos etirW

53. Would your dash be considered SFW?

54. Do you like to cuddle?

55. What makes you angry?

56. How many voices are in your head?

57. Do you consider yourself mentally stable?

58. Are you easily offended?

59. What’s wrong with taking the backstreets?

60. Any questions you want people to ask you?


We did a palette challenge @iggycat95, @corndog-patrol, @aibart, @dogabone and I ! I dunno if they’re gonna post theirs but here are some of mine ! Some of them work, some don’t but whatcha gonna do ! 

Cotton Candy

Pairings: Peter Parker x Wilson!Reader

Request: Hi! A request where reader is Wade’s sister and it’s Peter x reader, includes all the avengers. Thank you!           

Vision has created a chatroom.

Vision has added Peter.

Vision: Thor is hogging the kiddies rides. I do not know where Rogers is and I can’t find you and Y/N to help me stop him.

Peter: Cap is with Mr. Stark winning prizes.

Peter: And Y/N is with me on the Ferris wheel but it got stuck, we can see everyone from up here.

Vision: I can fly the both of you down, if you’d like.

Peter: No!

Peter: The view from up here is beautiful.

Peter: But it’s not as beautiful as Y/N.

Vision has added Y/N.

Vision: Your first date with Peter seems to be going well, quite romantic. Being stuck on the Ferris wheel, alone.

Y/N: It would be romantic.

Y/N: If my brother wasn’t in the seat in front of us.

Keep reading

  • [EXO at a carnival]
  • Suho: So what ride do you want to ride?
  • Baekhyun, pointing to Chanyeol: I want to ride that.
  • Chanyeol: *chokes in his corndog*

Our group is at a festival as a sort of “intermission” between arcs, and one of the food stalls is selling fried food on a stick (which I cannot say is made of an entirely conventional foodstuff). My fighter, being the person with the highest constitution, decides to try it, and he finds he really likes it. Later, we see a demonic eye appear in the sky for a brief moment.

Me: I look at the “corndog” and immediately assume I ate some bad dragon dick.

Oy sorry I’m posting this a bit later. I was unexpectedly out all day :/ But hey @corndog-patrol here’s you a little fic for the woy gift exchange! Ah it can be perceived as a friendship or just normal ship, but I wrote wit with the intention of being skellydance. Hope you like it!

Hater woke in the middle of the night with all the usual aches forming in all the usual places. He rested with his eyes closed twisting his hips one way and feeling the bones along his spine pop pleasantly. He relaxed, arm curling around the body of a furry. He gave a small smile at the warmth of it, mind a deep haze.

When his pillow moved, and a small soft hand came to rest on his cheek, Hater tensed; he didn’t own any soft pillows, or movable ones, for that matter. He opened his eyes and saw orange.


All at once Lord Hater let out a roar, arms shoving the star nomad off his bed. Wander hit the floor with a hard sound that made him wince in sympathy, despite being upset. “What’re you DOING in here?!”

Wander looked up at him, blinking a bit blearily and eyes reflecting the blue light from the nightlight across the room. Hater felt an odd fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach at the sight. Wander just rubbed at his eye and stood, “You were having a bad dream earlier in the night.”

Hater frowned, briefly reflecting back and only getting a hazy memory of an unfamiliar planet engulfed neon colored flames. He shook it away, “It doesn’t matter, get out of my room! Get out, get out, get out!”

Wander pursed his lips, hesitating before a sly smile grew over his features, “Are you sure you want me to go? You seemed pretty cuddly a moment ago~” Hater’s response caught in his throat as an angry flush rose in his cheekbones. “Aww, you look cute when you blush.”

Hater fumed at him, blush worsening and briefly speechless.

Finally Wander sat on the bed, looking at Hater and eyes gently serious, “Hater. Do you want to talk about your dream? Having bad dreams is normal but… You’ve been having these for a while, haven’t you?”

“No!” He crossed his arms, narrowed eyes glaring at the other. He didn’t even want to begin on how Wander knew that.

Wander seemed to know he was lying, only giving him a long look before shrugging, “Okay.” He slid off the bed, “I’m sorry for startling you. I hope you sleep peacefully.” He started for the door, and Hater found himself pausing.

He wanted Wander to go, get out of his sight, and never come back to HIS bedroom again.


Wander paused in front of the door, looking back.

Hater looked away, fidgeting. For whatever reason, somehow, someway, Wander had kept his nightmares away, even if momentarily. Perhaps he was just that pure that even nightmares shied back at the sight of him. “I mean… This is MY bedroom, and you shouldn’t ever, ever, EVER come in here unless I SAY you can stay here. So you just should have my permission before you just waltz in and do whatever you want.” He paused, arms crossing again as his eyes followed the designs on his blankets. “I might need someone to go get me water if I wake up thirsty so… I guess you can stay.” His voice was an annoyed drawl, but Wander still lit up.

The sound of a kettle-squealing left him as he bounded over and tackled Hater with a big hug, “Good because you’re very nice to cuddle with, you know.”

Hater scoffed, “Of course, I’m the GREATEST cuddler!”

Wander wriggled himself back under the covers and up against Hater’s side, beaming up at him, “The best in the galaxy.”

“Right,” Hater laid back down, facing away from Wander and jerking the covers up over his shoulder.

The room became silent with the ticking of a clock becoming a roar, and the small lights from a game counsel and LED nightlight illuminating the room. Hater was stiff, and painfully aware how loud and heavy his breathing was, how his arm was uncomfortable smushed between his body and mattress.

Then a thin orange arm looped over his side and he felt innocent warmth press against his back, a head resting against his shoulder blade. Hater let out a deep breath, shifting a little to be more comfortable. He tapered off into peaceful, dreamless sleep at the sound of soft breathing behind him.