#THAT GOES SO FUCKING HARD LIKE *GRRRR*

[itz-pandora]

Forever salty that one of the hardest images in Sonic Adventure 2 isn't raw symbolism but instead s reference to a monkey driving a car

[chisungie]

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[apheliia]

READ THIS EARLIER WHILE I WAS STANDING IN LINE AT A PHARMACY AND. OUGH. AVERY. AVERY. YOU.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ FLESH AND BLOOD — platonic douma & reader !

synopsis. douma’s child knows there is only one way to truly escape: killing their father. warnings. kny-typical blood, death & yknow... eating people. knives, threats of violence. unhealthy family dynamics. douma is his own warning tbh. notes. PLATONIC. (terrible) father figure!douma. gn!reader. they/them used. angst. 3.6k words. read warnings pls! @romaritimeharbor you were right, i couldn't write a happy ending. this man was made for horror, not fluff.

Every step [Name] takes is heavy.

There’s a knife strapped to their belt, hidden under several layers of clothing. They swiped in from the kitchens one night on a whim, sneaking behind two chefs who were too engrossed in an argument about spices to notice them. Once they left—with neither chef noticing them at all—they took to work fashioning a strap to attach it to their belt, and tucked it under their clothes. When they were finished, it swung on their hip, occasionally bumping against their thigh if they ran too quickly. Secure, but still accessible; exactly how they wanted it.

It isn’t the most ideal weapon. They haven’t had enough experience wielding it to even know what to do with it if their situation called for a fight, but it hangs by their side like an anchor. The slight pressure, with the glint of metal separated from their skin by a single layer of fabric, grounds them.

Every night, they make sure the edge is sharpened, before tucking it under their pillow with one hand slotted underneath. Idly, their fingers trace the edge of the handle, prepared to close around it should they wake up to an attack.

And yet, even with the care they have to make sure the knife is always close to their side, they have never once used it. It’s a safeguard more than anything else; a reminder that no matter what happens in the lion’s den they call a home, they are ready and prepared to fight their way out to safety. It didn’t need to be withdrawn; a simple pat to their side to make sure the weapon was still safely attached to their belt was enough to steady their nerves.

As they walk through the halls with feather-light footsteps, their heartbeat pounds with the wings of a hummingbird. They force their breath to even out into a steady pattern, squeezing their hands into fists to stop them from shaking. They were not the apex predator in this place, but they’d be damned if they were reduced to mere prey.

Through the halls of their home, they pass countless faces that greet them with big smiles and waves. They don’t stop for a single one, only nodding slightly and murmuring a greeting for each. One woman in particular gasps as she sees them, peeling away from her group to catch their arm as they walk by.

“Ah, [Name]! I was speaking with Lord Douma earlier, and he requested that you join him for dinner tonight!” The woman smiles brightly at them. They bite back a sharp retort, instead forcing a smile.

“If you see him again, tell my father that I might be late,” they say smoothly. The words feel like poison on their tongue, but they spit them out anyway.

Father was once a word they used with pride. It was babbled through lips that barely knew the sounds they were making, but the title was met with a blinding smile. Douma seemed to take pride in the word as well, if the way he scooped them into his arms every time they called him it was any indication. He’d press his cheek to their hair, squeezing them against his chest like they were a stuffed toy. A laugh, brimming with almost childlike glee, and an excited, “Yes, yes, that’s it! I’m your father, and you’re my darling little child.”

They were happy as his child, for a long time. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t their family by blood; he was the one to take them in when they were only a baby, giving them all they could ever want or need and spoiling them beyond comprehension. He adored them, more than anything. That was what he promised, at least.

Their childhood was happy, as happy one can be when raised in a cult. The followers loved them as much as they loved Douma himself, showering them with attention and gifts when he wasn’t there to give them it instead. [Name] learned to look past the smiles, to not get attached to the voices that spoke their name with reverence, because it was almost never the same face that greeted them twice. It didn’t matter too much, because Douma was always there to fill the gaps with his warm embraces.

But they grew older, as children do, and the haze of paradise slowly cleared. The mysteries of their youth that once felt like exciting secrets to unearth began to weigh on them, and they found themself pestering Douma with endless questions. Questions like ‘Why do people keep disappearing?’ and ‘What’s beyond the Eternal Paradise?’

To their frustration, his responses were vague and dismissive, never leaving them satisfied. The only answers they received were ‘They’ve achieved Paradise.’ and ‘Nothing. There is nothing worth seeing beyond here.’

Douma always said they were naturally inquisitive, but that burning desire for answers only brewed a frustration in their chest that never seemed to be quelled by his distant answers. He was hiding things, they could see it on his face. There were too many things that he kept secret to be coincidence, too many details that didn’t add up.

Their fervent pursuit of answers led to one place: the door at the end of main hall. It was locked at all times, the only place they were forbidden from entering. Douma was especially serious when he informed them the room was off limits, his eyes turning sharp when he questioned him about it.

“This is my home and yours, and you are free to roam everywhere else, but that place isn’t for you, little one.”

The words might have deterred them as a child, but they couldn’t let their curiosity fester any longer.

There was one key that opened every lock in the cult, hidden in a secret compartment in the main room that Douma didn’t think they knew about. One night as slipped through the door and locked it behind him, they stole the key, slipping it in the lock and turning the handle.

The first thing they noticed was red. It covered the room, spilling across his table, dripping steadily on his tiled floors and splattering across the walls in an angry scarlet. The second thing they noticed was that their father was covered in it. The colour was smeared across his face, trickling from his lips and down his chin. It stained his robes and coated his hands, but he barely noticed; he was too busy swiping his tongue across his lips to soak up the excess droplets.

Among the carnage was the lifeless figure of a woman, her body mangled and thrown carelessly at his feet. Douma himself was lounging on a chair, his legs crossed, unbothered by the nightmarish scene surrounding him. One of his hands clasped a severed arm, bringing it to his teeth and tearing off a chunk of flesh. He hummed as he ate, licking his lips like he was savouring the taste.

In all their years of growing up by his side, they’d watched as Douma had ignored the gifts of food his followers brought him, yet now, now he seemed to find his appetite. Their skin crawled, memories of rejected meals and his claims of already eating echoing in their ears. When he locked himself in the room, was this what he was doing? Was this where their missing followers ended up?

They clutched their arm, pressing their nails hard enough to leave marks against their skin. The sight was something out of their worst nightmares, yet the sting of pain was a sharp reminder that it was reality. Nausea bubbled up in their stomach, but they forced it down long enough to close the door with a quiet click and lock it again.

They never confronted him after that day. They could barely look him in the eye long enough to do so. But one thing was clear: as long as he lived, they and all of the followers of the Eternal Paradise faith were in danger.

Their hand brushed against their hip. The cold press of metal through their clothes eased their nerves.

A proper fighter would have a sword, and use it to slice his head clean off, but they would have to make do with a simple kitchen knife. Eventually the moment would present itself, eventually he would be off his guard, and they would have the chance to ambush him. The edge of the blade was sharp, all it would take is one slice across his throat and his life would be snuffed out.

They ignored the nagging part of them that told them it wouldn’t be enough, that Douma had to be something inhuman, something powerful, something that took more than a slit throat to kill. It whispered that a creature so heartless that it would slaughter and consume innocent humans couldn’t possibly be an ordinary mortal being.

They especially ignored the part of them that blanched at even the thought of harming him, the man that brought them in and doted on them every day of their life. That was the part that wished they could go back and never look through the door, maintaining a fragile bliss that wasn’t wrought with fear and uncertainty; the part that urged them to forget, to close their eyes and let him be their adoring father again.

Their footsteps haltered as they approached the open doorway that led to the main room of the building. Even the entrance was ornately decorated, with delicately painted screens separating it from the rest of the rooms.

“Is someone there?” A voice called out sharply. Their breath caught in their throat, and they patted their side instinctively. With a careful glance around the door, they saw him, sitting in the centre of the elaborate room on his usual cushioned seat.

“Are you hiding?” Douma asks, his eyes glinting with something dark and unreadable. He leans his head on his hand, smiling at where they are half-concealed behind the doorway. “My child, is that you? Come on out, don’t be shy.”

There was no point trying to pretend they weren’t there. With a deep breath, they step into the light.

“It is my child!” He laughs, in a voice that could be mistaken for delight. If they were a little younger they would have beamed at the sound, but their maturity had earned them the skill of seeing right through his cheery demeanour. “[Name], have you come to visit me?”

“Yes.” They say stiffly, forcing a neutral expression. They ignored the way his smile softened; it was a lie, it had to be.

“Aren’t I a lucky father?” Douma pauses to wipe away a fake tear, the sight making something curl uncomfortably in their gut. He pats the area beside his chair. “Come, sit down.”

When they were a baby—back when the brightness of his smile felt genuine—he would sit them on his lap, letting them play with his fans while he spoke to his followers. They were too old for that now, so instead they tiptoe inside and settle beside the chair, sitting with their knees tucked to their chest.

“How are you today, [Name]? It feels like forever since we’ve caught up.” Douma asks them as they sit, smiling over at them. They pick at the edge of their clothing, not meeting his eye.

“What does the writing in your eyes mean?” They suddenly ask, instead of answering.

“Curious today, are we?” Douma chuckles. He taps his nail just below his right eye. “I’m sure you know what this one is.”

They nod, recognizing the numeral. “It’s… two, right?”

“Yes, it is! Such a smart child I have.” Douma’s grin widens, and he points the other one. “What about this one?”

They squint at his eye, observing the thin brushstrokes over the rainbow-coloured iris. It wasn’t a character they recognized, even after their studies. “I don’t know.”

“This one—” Douma tapped his nail against his skin. “Is a combination of two characters. Together it means Upper Rank.”

“Upper Rank…?” They echo. “Upper Rank Two? What does that mean?”

“It’s my ranking.” Douma hums, not bothering to explain further. “Is it my turn to ask a question now?”

Their posture stiffens. “If you want.”

Douma clapped his hands together. “Oh, how fun! What to ask… what to ask…”

He pauses to think, tapping his finger on his chin. “Oh, I have one! What have you been doing with your days?” Douma leans his head on his hand with a smile. “I’ve barely seen you recently. You used to spend so much time with me.”

They swallow down the anxiety that bubbled up at his question. The truthful answer was that they had been carefully avoiding his room, not bothering to stop by unless they were called specifically. The rest of their days were spent sneaking around, scoping out potential escape routes, or making sure their knife was sharp and ready to kill.

“Just… things.” They say vaguely.

Douma stares at them with a pleasantly puzzled expression. “Things…?”

“Yes.”

“How fascinatingly mundane!”

“I guess I’m just a boring person.” They shrug.

“And what about that knife you’ve been carrying around, hm?” Douma asks, his smile not faltering, even as their heart stopped. “I would love to know what you’re planning with that one!”

His eyes are crinkling with the force of his smile, but there is no warmth behind it. They narrow their own eyes, quickly rising to their feet and taking a step backwards. His gaze tracks their every movement, following their hand as they fumble at their belt to pull out the knife from their makeshift sheath.

“Guess.” Their hands shake, but the ready the weapon anyway. “Take a guess as to what I’m planning with it.”

One slice at his throat. One slit, and he’s dead. One cut, and this whole nightmare will end, and he will never be able to hurt anyone again. This was what they'd been preparing for.

“Are you going to kill me?” Douma coos, standing from his chair and grinning. “How adorable!”

“Sh-Shut up!” They hiss, gripping the handle tighter. “I know what you did! I know about that poor woman, the one you murdered and devoured! How many followers have you killed, huh? Was I next? Have you just been raising me like a pig for slaughter?”

“Oh.” A tilt of his head, and a saddened expression that looked… almost real. Almost. They tighten their grip on the blade, reprimanding themself for nearly falling for his act. It wasn’t real, none of it was. They couldn’t forget that, no matter how hurt his expression looked. “I don’t want to kill you, my child.”

“I don’t believe you!” They yell back.

Douma tilts his head to look at them, his face still twisted in that same mask of pity. He took one step towards them, then another, until they were face to face. Before they could blink, his hand was gripping their wrist tight enough to bruise.

“I’m not going to kill you, [Name].” He says sadly, twisting their wrist to seize the knife and holding it up out of their reach. “I am not going to hurt you, nor am I going to let anything else hurt you. It makes me sad that you can’t see that.”

“You’re a monster.” They hiss, their eyes filled with tears. They stumble a few steps back, putting some semblance of distance between them.

Douma chuckles slightly. “And you’re my child. What does that make you?”

They flinch as if he had struck them, stumbling back even further at his words. “I am nothing like you!”

“Aren’t you?” Douma says, his voice thick and sweet like honey. “Oh, we aren’t related by blood but I raised you from birth. Why do you think I would spare such a frail creature like yourself, if I didn’t see a part of myself in you? We’re cut from the same cloth, you and I. You’re my child, through and through.”

“I’m nothing like you!” They cry out. “You’re a murderer!”

“Yet you’re the one who was plotting my death.” He waves the kitchen knife in front of their face with amusement dancing on his lips. “That sounds an awful lot like the work of a murderer to me.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it though? It’s still homicide.”

“It was self-defence!”

Douma chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “Killing me isn’t self-defence if I haven’t laid a hand on you. I’m afraid that’s just called murder.”

“You’re—” Their words died in their throat. No matter how cruel he sounded saying them, he was right. They were planning to kill him. Maybe they were no better than him after all. “You’re… you’re a monster… I had to kill you. Before… you killed me. That was why I had the knife.”

“Oh, I’m afraid this little thing wouldn’t do much,” Douma laughs as he waves the weapon. With a smile, he drew back the sleeve of his robe and pressed the edge of the knife to the back of his arm. He drags the blade across it, smiling serenely as a line of bright red blood drips down his skin. In seconds the cut is knitting itself back together, leaving only a stain of scarlet over his fully healed skin. “It’s adorable that you thought you could hurt me, but simple weapons like these don’t leave a scratch on me.”

Their heart stopped, watching the mark smooth out and fade into nothing.

It… didn’t matter. All the nights of cutting their fingers of the edge in their haste to make sure it was still under their pillow didn’t matter. The comforting weight at their side wasn't worth anything; it never would have achieved a thing in the first place.

They were a sheep wandering around the den of a wolf, confidently thinking their blunt hooves would be enough to pierce its hide. A painful feeling washed over them—powerlessness.

Their eyes began to burn, along with their chest. As quickly as the rush of adrenaline filled their body, it left, knocking all the air out of their lungs. Tears slowly started dripping down their cheeks, quietly at first, before they were followed by heaving sobs.

“I do love you, my child.” Douma sighs. Lie, it was a lie. “I wish you wouldn’t have done something like this. I was so happy to watch you grow up, content keeping you alive and human. Now what am I to do?”

Their shoulders hitch, hands scrubbing desperately at their eyes. There was a calculating glint in his eyes, before Douma stepped forward again and pulled them into a cold embrace.

“What am I to do with you…” Douma muses, holding them against his chest as they sobbed. The front of his robes were covered in tears and snot but he paid it no mind, just sighing softly and running his fingers through their hair. “My poor child…”

The feeling of his fingers through their hair made them shiver. Were his nails always so sharp, or was his touch just soft enough to hide it?

“What was your plan?” Douma pulls them away to look at their face properly, a sparkle of amusement in his eye. “Where were you going to go, after you killed me, hm? You know there’s nothing out there for you. No one would want to take in a murderer, especially one who killed their own father in cold blood.”

“I would have found somewhere.” They mumble, slowing their sobs to quiet sniffles.

Douma shook his head fondly, like they were discussing something trivial. “Oh, my sweet child, who put such an idea in your head? There is nowhere you can go. Here, it is safe. Here is happy. Why would you ever leave?”

They wanted to scream their anguish, kicking and clawing at him until his face was red and bloody. This man—no, this monster masqueraded as a loving father for years, all while blood spilled behind his gilded doors. But the saccharine sweetness that his voice carried wormed its way into their ears, poisoning their thoughts and—

Such a disappointing, ungrateful child they must be. He welcomed them into his arms, and they were planning to—

Their mind was split. All of their instincts screamed at them to run, run until their lungs burned and their feet bled, but there was a gnawing part of them that clung to his honeyed words. At least when they were in his favour they were safe; they could turn away from the truth and cling to their fractured picture of family. Maybe if they fell to their knees and begged him for forgiveness, he would forget all about their betrayal and welcome them as his child again.

They weren’t anywhere near strong enough to kill him. The least they could do was survive.

“What do you have to say for yourself, [Name]?” Douma asks gently, and something in them snaps.

They fall forward, burying their face in his chest and clutching onto the back of his robes with a wail. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“That’s what I thought…” Douma sighs in almost amusement. He places his hand on the top of their head, ruffling their hair gently.

“I’m sorry… I’ll never do it again, I promise. Please… please don’t leave me! I don’t know what I would be without you,” they cry, the words spilling out so easily they can’t tell if they’re a lie or not.

It wasn’t the end. One day his guard would drop and they would seize the chance, taking everything they own and running away into the night. They will run, not knowing where they will end up but knowing they need to be anywhere but there. Even if it means spending the rest of their life shying away from dark corners and patting their side to check on their weapon, they will escape.

For now, they weep in the arms of their father.

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai.

[yolyoola]

WHOA MAMA! HUMMINA HUMMINA HUMMINA! BAZOOOOOOIING *eyes bulge out of head and shoot forward at 120 mph* AROOOOOOOOOOOOGA *jaw drops to the floor, tongue rolls out a foot forward* MAMA! *punches self in face with boxing glove five times* HOOLEY DOOLEY *pulls on train whistle that has appeared beside head as steam blows out* EEE-AW EEE-AW *pulls out comically large carton of milk, drinks all of it spilling it everywhere* GUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUH *wolf whistle* AROOOOOOOOOOO AROOOOOOOO *tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart* WOZARADOO!!! YEEEEHHHAAAAWWWW LADYYY *eyes turn into slot machine slots* WOWZAAAAA! *tapdancing sounds, running in a circle* JEEPERS HEEPERS *heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt* BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM *slams fists on table rattling any silverware or plates* DUUUUUUHHHH *bashes own head with hammer 5 times* BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK *slams chair on table* BWOOOAAGHHHH *old-timey car horn sound, tongue straightens out like wooden board, eyes go out of skull and back in like paddleballs* CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA *fireworks shoot from top of head* PHWOAARRR *sniffs air loudly, nostrils become comically large* HONKA HONKA HONKA HONKA *sound of mouth harp as body is straightened out, floating a foot above the ground* JEEZ LOUISE *propeller spins on hat comically* WOWEEE OINKA OINKA *pulls out massive drum, starts beating it excessively* HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA *jumps on table, smashes through table and ground, springs back upward at an incredible velocity* HOOOLY MOOOOLY *pupils fly away from eyes, eyes snap forward towards them* OOOOOOH I'M DYYYYYYYYYYIIN' *fucking dies, ghost goes out of corpse with a lyre, body pulls ghost back into body* WHADDA DAAAAME *starts foaming at the mouth* HUUUUUUUURRRRRR *furiously turns crank on machine that hits hands on table* GRRRR BARK BARK BARK *head unscrews and starts rotating* BUH-DOOIIOIOIOING *starts rattling like a jar of coins, suspended half a metre in the air* DING DING DING DING DING DING *starts bouncing up and down at a high speed, starts boiling like tea kettle and turning red* HAAAHEEEEEEEEEEE

[beloxiia]

WHOA MAMA! HUMMINA HUMMINA HUMMINA! BAZOOOOOOIING eyes bulge out of head and shoot forward at 120 mph AROOOOOOOOOOOOGA jaw drops to the floor, tongue rolls out a foot forward HAWT MAMA! punches self in face with boxing glove five times HOOLEY DOOLEY pulls on train whistle that has appeared beside head as steam blows out EEE-AW EEE-AW pulls out comically large carton of milk, drinks all of it spilling it everywhere GUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUH wolf whistle AROOOOOOOOOOO AROOOOOOOO tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart ARF ARF ARF ARF rubs ass on ground like dog WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF eyes turn into slot machine slots WOWZA! tapdancing sounds, running in a circle JEEPERS HEEPERS pants like dog, rips off pants, heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM slams fists on table rattling any silverware or plates DUUUUUUHHHH bashes own head with hammer 5 times BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK slams chair on table BWOOOAAGHHHH old-timey car horn sound, tongue straightens out like wooden board, eyes go out of skull and back in like paddleballs CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA fireworks shoot from top of head PHWOAARRR sniffs air loudly, nostrils become comically large HONKA HONKA HONKA HONKA sound of mouth harp as body is straightened out, floating a foot above the ground JEEZ LOUISE propeller spins on hat comically WOWEEE gets massive erection, tries to aggressively push it back down into pants OINKA OINKA pulls out massive drum, starts beating it excessively HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA jumps on table, smashes through table and ground, springs back upward at an incredible velocity HOOOLY MOOOOLY pupils fly away from eyes, eyes snap forward towards them OOOOOOH I'M DYYYYYYYYYYIIN' fucking dies, ghost goes out of corpse with a lyre, body pulls ghost back into body WHADDA DAAAAME starts foaming at the mouth HUUUUUUUURRRRRR furiously turns crank on machine that hits hands on table GRRRR BARK BARK BARK head unscrews and starts rotating BUH-DOOIIOIOIOING starts rattling like a jar of coins, suspended half a metre in the air DING DING DING DING DING DING starts bouncing up and down at a high speed, starts boiling like tea kettle and turning red HAAAHEEEEEE

[xamaxenta]

Ace goes from just delivering Sabo’s little love notes and valentines to now doubling down and sending his own, he’s gotta properly court Marco now that he’s decided he’s in love with him y’know Sabo get a head start Ace has to catch up. Marco gets a package on his doorstep, two more birds, and one is a familiar clean butchering; the dove has been cleanly and neatly dissected and all it’s organs have been removed and preserved and pinned down into a pretty little shadow box, there’s a blue ribbon tied around the package, it’s so clearly Sabo’s work, but the other one…

The other one is a hawk, and it isn’t clean at all. It wasn’t shot, no, it wasn’t killed in any kind of traditional way. It looks like whoever did it caught it with their Teeth, snatched it off a branch like an animal would, bit clean through hollow bird-bones. There’s a card with it that’s just an imprint of this person’s teeth, showing that the bites match, they line up perfectly.

Sabo uploads a new video. “Serial Killers Talking About You NSFW ASMR 😘👅” and it’s clearly scripted, things are kept vague enough that anybody who doesn’t Know would easily just assume this is more of his usual dark RP stuff, but Marco Does know. This is a conversation about him. Only Sabo’s half of the conversation — his accomplice isn’t actually in the video — but Marco can guess what was said based on Sabo’s replies, and maybe Sabo is embellishing or editing for the camera but the gist of the conversation must of been the same. They talked about Marco, about falling for him, about the accomplice specifically falling for him. Sabo is smug and amused and turned on, he knew it was only a matter of time until they were both on the same page.

Marco gets another package in the mail. A necklace — red coral beads, worn-smooth and slightly faded, clearly something old and well-loved. This one has a photograph too. It’s a picture of the necklace Marco was wearing that night he walked home from the bar, the one he’d barely noticed getting snatched off his neck during the thrill of the chase. It’s wrapped around a fist — tanned skin, scarred knuckles, calloused fingers, little freckles dotting the back of the hand — and that fist in turn is wrapped around a cock, fully hard and beading precum at the tip and jutting up from a thatch of dark hair. Marco can just barely see the edge of a toned stomach, muscled thighs. A little note in scratchy hand-writing. “Trade you.”

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY got lost in the sauce

I love delivery boy Ace hes such a good boy BUT ONLY for Sabo and Sabo alone however Marco may be changing him slowly and soon. Perhaps. He can he at Marcos beck and call too :3

The beautifully butchered creatures Sabo takes apart just to present their bones as trinkets, morbid little gifts to showcase just how much he loves and thinks of Marco all hand crafted its so intimate and they all take so much personal time to put together that theres no chance Marco cant not see the depth of Sabos obsessive love for him

And the hawk!!! Ace captured it and snapped its neck between his teeth, the hard card stock provided with the INPRINT OF HIS OWN TEETH TO SHOW A PERFECT MATCH HIS LARGE CANINES!!! Genrvahdhishs fucking henious creature he just wants to show off to Marco, hes big hes bad grrrr r r. R r r r r

The newest upload pings Marcos notifs and he knows from the get go that the subject matter involves him which should be the greatest red flag of all time that only makes him feel so much hotter, dimming the lights shutting the door but leaving his blinds unshuttered listens to the audio because the whisper of Sabos voice is molten heat and softest velvet and Marco shouldn’t want him or his accomplice but here he is stroking himself lazily to the voice of a man who eagerly wants to disembowel him, because he is the focal subject of this particular upload

I wanna say thank you for this part the trade of the necklaces Ace giving up something so personal to himself as a sign of his courtship and as a visual claim on Marco…. Fucking sexy

The addition of the photo with the stolen necklace around his dick is also absolutely insane because its so visceral theyre functioning as one unit yet the way they want to show their feelings towards Marco is so different Sabos slowburn, coy gifts and layered innuendo via the media Marco initially found him through and Aces direct contact approach..

Marco how does he feel receiving such a highly sexual image along with what should be a pretty normal gift, if not a little intimate due to the wear and tear on the beads, thrilled probably that he has made such a profound impact on these two men, the tension between all three of them stretches gossamer thin!!!

[dakotac0le]

Should I start listening to jrwi?/gen if so where should I start ?

OH YOOO !!!! I mean yes absoutlyllly jrwi r the silliests ever absoulslty. i started watching and now my brain hurts forever an di have been cursed. Join me dear mutual . Where to start uHHH perosnally id recomend blood in the bayou (bitb) cause rhats the shortest campaign (4 eps) and easily digestable. thr first ep is up on thier yourube and the rest is paywalled by patreon for 5 bucks a month but . Theres always other options . Wink wink nudge nudge to be noted abt bitb tho : Deffo got a lot of horror gore fuckery and drug usage jsut ^^ heads up and whatnot

annother one that exists is the sucking and i have no feelings abt it whatsoever. Or about aurthur bennet resident loser or about shilo residnt loser or about emizel resisdnt badass losser. I love them all so bad and the npcs r . Iconic. So iconic. This is the vampire campaign !!!!! Its peak sillysims ( and also quite a lot of horror esque elements here its the vampire campaign so also blood and gore and whatnot ykyk) The first 5 eps r up on yt for free and the rest r on patreon and theres no other way to watch it at all whatsoverr

BUT !!! If u dont vibe w wiether of those or horror is not ur speed theres a v swag campaign currently running (3 eps in and next ep come sout this sayurday !!) called Wonderlust highly recomend theres a gay frat boy , weird autistic rat and Blink (loser) (affectionite) . Its up on youthbe on thier chanel for free and its very funky fresh UHHHH theres also riptide !! The big one . tbh i havent ever watched it all the way thro cause theres sm eps and its veyr intimidating bUT i hear great things and ep 114 is sick as fuck to watch even w out the larger campign (same w ep 52 and 53) basiscally weird found family pirates love whatver theyve got going on AND that campaign is compeltly free up on thier yoruube

and the one u have probaly seen rbed the most by me is apothieosis aka weird gods lore . religion . canon gay sex . miserable robots. Like . Neon evangelion but WORSE !! (Patreon exclusive but not nessaraly :3) this is proably my favorite campaign its jsut. Brain altered .

AND THE OTHER one that i am normal abt and doesnt . Kill u . Dead. is prime defenders !!! Akaa !!! The one im veye nromal abt !!!!! normalll !!!!! This ones . Ahhhhhh uh hard to get into potentially erm . Theyre quite cringe but take my hand dearest mutual thecringe is apart of it they r cringe loser teenage superheros trying thier best. It also goes from cringe lighthearted cartoon physics to AH FUCK verrry fast and suddenly everything is . Bad. IF u like superheros or discussions on morality of kilkign people or father figures or being . Very . Very sad. I cant recomend enough !!!!!!! I mean i dont and dont watch this this one hurts physically and mentally and spirtually and bibblically and. GRRRR (this ones also technically patreon exclusive)

If u enjoy absousllty any of this i do recomend joining patreon if u have the ablity cause theres a loot of sick stuff up there including a mini campaign called tmk im v obbsesed w . And unforutnalty idk how to pirate thta uhhHh the world of tmk is slowly worming its way up to being one my faves tho and the story is great so !! Yk !!!

[ausern4me]

I LOVED THAT EPISODE IT WAS HYSTERICAL

this is gunna be a longggg post

this scene made me question things. WHOS GUNNA BE HOST NEXT SEASON?! AND LIKE I FEAR AFTER THIS SEASON WE WILL SEE NO MORE TREVOR OR DEREK!!?!?! I NEED TREVOR AND DEREK IDC. JUST DEREK STOP BEING AN ASS AND MAKE IT UP TO YOUR BESTIE.

I feel like Krystal and oliver might be a better match than derek and krystal???? (mainly cuz trevek LMFAO)

SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP

BESTIES FOR LIFE

JKDJSHAKFJWEWUHEWIFUKJF THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD WTF ALEC YOUR SO FUNNY I DONT HATE YOU ANYMORE

(i changed the last bit at the top) I DONT HATE YOU. JUST LOOK AT HIS LIL BOWTIE LMFAOOO

EVEN MY LIL POOKS LOVES IT

#LOVESICK

AH YES THE JELOUSY

HE CANT COPE </3

THATS RIGHT, SNAP AT THAT BITCH

YOU SHOULD KNOW YOU FUCKED UP

TREVEK CLIP AYYYY

just yeah... ALEC I CAN SEE YOU CARE ABOUT HIM

THE HURT IN THIS MANS EYES

WOW

I HATE YOU RYIA GRRRR

I never liked you but now I HATE YOU

HOW FUCKING DARE YOU DO THAT TO JAKE

bros just passed out on the floor

old man yaoi

eh dont really like either/ have no strong feelings towards

Dont really like gabby tbh, never have done (idk why)

SORRY IM GLAD SHES GONE

RAKAKAKAKAKAAKAKAK ALEC YOUR SO FUNNY

the way his face drops after he sees connor isnt happy HE CARES ABOUT THIS MAN

IDGAF WHAT ANYONE SAYS JAKE IN HIS LIL SLEEPING BAG IS CUTE AF

HE WILL ALWAYS BE MY NUMBER 1 ALONGSIDE TREVOR

awh connor <3

Anywayyy i need ally out next episode. I NEED HER GONE. I NEED HER GONZO

if i could have it my way, ally goes, riya goes, then idc maybe like alec?

BUT IF ANY OF THESE WIN ILL BE OK: jake, alec, aiden, connor, grett

ryia dosent diserve the win, shes a bitch.

IF ALLY OR RYIA WIN IM GUNNA RUN.

thank you and goodbye

LMFAO

[lokislytherin]

gun x reader drabble?

you are the new manager at his fav restaurant, he thinks you’re cute and goo’s laughing his ass off at gun being whipped for this person who’s the human personification of Girlboss (gender neutral)

it goes like this

gun: im gonna order the food u hate just bc i hate u

goo: bro we’re roomies u can’t do this to me

gun: i can. and i will

gun: yah, jagiya~

goo: *laughing so hard he falls off his seat bc it’s jeogiyo, gdi, gun ur so fucking bad at languages! what a dumbhead!*

you, making contact with gun: is the yakuza-looking ass making eye contact with me...?

anyway goo flirts with you on gun’s behalf and gun’s just like GRRRR. you’re like huh. he may be a dumbhead but he’s kinda endearingly stupid. cute

[meleanorsslave]

there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for this woman. i would even take off my clothes and give her a private show to the tunes of her soul cause she’s all that i need and more. i would give birth to ten of her children without using any drugs to ease the pain, and then i would give her one more just because our love is that insane. there is not one thing that I would not do for my lover my best friend my honey my boo my mosh mosh my babygirl my pookie bear my discord mod my master my mommy my queen my princess. i can’t wait to meet her. there is no way levan pulled this queen, she's just everything the way i would bow down and kneel many times just for her is insane. hey, sorry i saw her profile and i just thought she looked cute in her picture. i really wanted to tell her that)) It's really rare to see girls dominating their loser husbands haha! I don't know why it's a lesbian thing honestly im like really against misogyny and like ill be the one in the kitchen making sandwiches. We should really play l4d2 sometime its a really cool zombie game with a lot of scary moments, but don't worry ill be there to protect her ;) sorry that wasnt flirtring i swear im just trying to be friendly i really like her profile picture sorry was that too far? Really sorry i'm really shy i don't go out much haha add me on skype we should talk she looks really nice and fun xxx *jaw drops tongue rolls out* WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF *tongue bursts out of the mouth uncontrollably leaking face and everything in reach* WURBLWUBRLBWURblrwurblwurlbrwubrlwburlwbruwrlblwublr *tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart* Ahhhhhhhhhhh me lady... *heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt* ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum *milk truck crashes into a bakery store in the background spiling white liquid and dough on the streets* BABY WANTS TO FUCK *inhales from the gas tank* honka honka honka honka WHOA MAMA! HUMMINA HUMMINA HUMMINA! BAZOOOOOOIING eyes bulge out of head and shoot forward at 120 mph AROOOOOOOOOOOOGA jaw drops to the floor, tongue rolls out a foot forward HAWT MAMA! punches self in face with boxing glove five times HOOLEY DOOLEY pulls on train whistle that has appeared beside head as steam blows out EEE-AW EEE-AW pulls out comically large carton of milk, drinks all of it spilling it everywhere GUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUH wolf whistle AROOOOOOOOOOO AROOOOOOOO tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart ARF ARF ARF ARF rubs ass on ground like dog WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF eyes turn into slot machine slots WOWZA! tapdancing sounds, running in a circle JEEPERS HEEPERS pants like dog, rips off pants, heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM slams fists on table rattling any silverware or plates DUUUUUUHHHH bashes own head with hammer 5 times BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK slams chair on table BWOOOAAGHHHH old-timey car horn sound, tongue straightens out like wooden board, eyes go out of skull and back in like paddleballs CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA fireworks shoot from top of head PHWOAARRR sniffs air loudly, nostrils become comically large HONKA HONKA HONKA HONKA sound of mouth harp as body is straightened out, floating a foot above the ground JEEZ LOUISE propeller spins on hat comically WOWEEE gets massive erection, tries to aggressively push it back down into pants OINKA OINKA pulls out massive drum, starts beating it excessively HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA jumps on table, smashes through table and ground, springs back upward at an incredible velocity HOOOLY MOOOOLY pupils fly away from eyes, eyes snap forward towards them OOOOOOH I'M DYYYYYYYYYYIIN' fucking dies, ghost goes out of corpse with a lyre, body pulls ghost back into body WHADDA DAAAAME starts foaming at the mouth HUUUUUUUURRRRRR furiously turns crank on machine that hits hands on table GRRRR BARK BARK BARK head unscrews and starts rotating BUH-DOOIIOIOIOING starts rattling like a jar of coins, suspended half a metre in the air

dragon princess of my heart

[tillknown]

i do not apologize for the way i am behaving after those two screenshots of phainon were sent to the server. please know i have been starving months and this gave me my will to live back ( incredibly down bad begore utc )

WHOA MAMA! HUMMINA HUMMINA HUMMINA! BAZOOOOOOIING eyes bulge out of head and shoot forward at 120 mph AROOOOOOOOOOOOGA jaw drops to the floor, tongue rolls out a foot forward HAWT MAMA! punches self in face with boxing glove five times HOOLEY DOOLEY pulls on train whistle that has appeared beside head as steam blows out EEE-AW EEE-AW pulls out comically large carton of milk, drinks all of it spilling it everywhere GUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUH wolf whistle AROOOOOOOOOOO AROOOOOOOO tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart ARF ARF ARF ARF rubs ass on ground like dog WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF eyes turn into slot machine slots WOWZA! tapdancing sounds, running in a circle JEEPERS HEEPERS pants like dog, rips off pants, heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM slams fists on table rattling any silverware or plates DUUUUUUHHHH bashes own head with hammer 5 times BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK slams chair on table BWOOOAAGHHHH old-timey car horn sound, tongue straightens out like wooden board, eyes go out of skull and back in like paddleballs CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA fireworks shoot from top of head PHWOAARRR sniffs air loudly, nostrils become comically large HONKA HONKA HONKA HONKA sound of mouth harp as body is straightened out, floating a foot above the ground JEEZ LOUISE propeller spins on hat comically WOWEEE gets massive erection, tries to aggressively push it back down into pants OINKA OINKA pulls out massive drum, starts beating it excessively HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA jumps on table, smashes through table and ground, springs back upward at an incredible velocity HOOOLY MOOOOLY pupils fly away from eyes, eyes snap forward towards them OOOOOOH I'M DYYYYYYYYYYIIN' fucking dies, ghost goes out of corpse with a lyre, body pulls ghost back into body WHADDA DAAAAME starts foaming at the mouth HUUUUUUUURRRRRR furiously turns crank on machine that hits hands on table GRRRR BARK BARK BARK head unscrews and starts rotating BUH-DOOIIOIOIOING starts rattling like a jar of coins, suspended half a metre in the air DING DING DING DING DING DING starts bouncing up and down at a high speed, starts boiling like tea kettle and turning red HAAAHEEEEEE

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

So has anything happened between officer Bakugo and inmate ink yet?

@demon-blood-youths

He said nothing hearing this from the anon but he glares to try not thinking about it. "Nothing happened between us. I just do my job as the other guys know. So why are you fucking asking!?" he said mad even if he was looking away, he was also hiding something.

A new hickey was seen on his neck. Now where could he have gotten that from I wonder?

"Bakugo? You got night shift again?" Officer Deku said but he sighed annoyed again. It was his turn to watch the inmate this night but he would be up for that time. The other six claws looks to him and wonders if he was going to be able to do it.

"Why? You guys know I can! I'm not that fucking weak." he said.

"We didn't say that Bakugo. You know you been acting weird for the last few days. After taking charge of Van ink or watching her, you been...thinking about something. Is their a problem?" Ren asked.

"No no nothings wrong. Just trying to be sure she behaves herself. It's like she's just messing with me." he said.

"Messing with you?" Officer Rin asked.

"You know it's like...." Ughh how can he explain this? It's hard to knowing Ink is..Ink. You can never tell what is on her mind most times.

"It's like even if she acts like a dummy at times or something like a bored child..she's...not what she seems to be." he said as the other officers blink.

"Explain??"

"It's like..she's pretending to act like that just to have someone play with her. You know, like luring your prey into a trap. I don't why but that's what it feels like to me. Like she's trying to do something to make others be nothing but toys to her." he said as the others were quiet. While it was true about that, no one can prove that.

"Hmmm...you do have a point but we don't know for sure. For now, we'll just be careful from now on. Even so, we have work to do. We'll see you later Bakugo okay but if anything goes wrong radio us." Ren said seeing him nod.

~~~~~~~~~

"Though, she is a sneaky one..or at least tricky." he said gripping the sleeves of his uniform.

~~~~~~~~

"I don't get you....even if you act like a child at times like she's bored and just wants to 'play' you are not that convincing." Bakugo sees Ink sitting in her cell but he was outside of it while she was resting against the wall.

"I didn't say I would be..I do get bored in here from time to time because no one wants to...you understand don't you?" she simply said happy.

"...Not really. Your just really confusing.....even with your childish personality."

"Awwww you are so mean..but you never really complained to when we play together officer Bakugo. Besides, didn't you only come here because of my offer to you?" she smiled that he tenses to hear some shift in the cell that he knew Ink walks over to the doors just to carefully touch his back as he turns to move away but she was there. Standing up to look at him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ohh come on. Isn't that the only reason you offered to take the night shift at times? To come see me? I did say I wouldn't mind us hanging out. It's so lonely here most times and I do tend to get bored a lot." she said with arms crossed over her chest. "Though, I know I love playing with you and I can't wait to play with the others too. The other claws as you call it."

"Ohhh no. The others are not going to let you do anything to them. Their not that weak to." he said that Ink only looks to him but a small smile shows upon her lips with grey eyes looking right into his own.

"Is that so?" she said with her eyes hidden again that she leans against the cell door to look at him.

"Not even if you had so much fun the last time we played together? Didn't you remember that at all?" she asked but he remain quiet to blush again. No no no no! He looks away not trying to remember but Ink smiles a bit more.

"Grrrr stop that! You know it's against the rules to-"

"Rules are shit you know Bakugo." Inks said quickly in a serious tone while looking at him. "Their so annoying and I already hate it. You can never have real fun when you have to follow them out there. Why else do you think most of us got arrested? We were breaking the law/rules...but in here.." she slowly reaches to hold the cell bar door but looks to him.

"We don't have to follow the rules like out there. We can do whatever we like...as long as we listen to our officers...but..." she slowly shifts that he could see that the inmate uniform was showing off a lot of her curses now for someone like that. What the hell?

"We can also do what we like. The strongest of the group always has order here...no matter what. And if you remember...I'm one of the strongest...unless you wanna have a say in this?" she asked that Bakugo growls to glare. How the hell would she know!?

Walking over, he grips her shirt to look at her as Ink looks back. "Your not the strongest in this damn max prison you know....I don't see that." he said but she only looks silent only to laughs.

"I'm just saying but...can you blame me?" She whines to pout at him that he blushes worse, his left eye twitching. Damn it, she seriously was cute.

"You also said you were one the strongest too! I remember our fight we had a few times and it was fun!" she said giggling with a cute smile even if Bakugo remembers it.

"...You still remember that?"

"Of course! I never had the pleasure of fighting one strong officer! I got so excited I wanted to have more fun!" she said with grey eyes sparkling even with Bakugo showing a sweatdrop on the side of his head.

"Though, it was fun and exciting..." that's when she leans in close to him as best as she could against the cell door. "I got excited too. I don't know why but..I felt all excited and tingly I wanted to have more fun with you..and then see how the others tick." she said.

"Hey, I told you I'm not-" that's when she lowers her hand that he shook feeling her fingers near his belt that he grips her wrist to stop her. "Don't try it..I don't know what game your planning here.."

"Not a game...just a offer. I noticed you do have fun too...but I'm just a little dragon..You can't stay mad at me forever." she said pouting at him but a smile shows to look at him. "Or would you like to spend time with me alone?...I can find a way to ask you to forgive me...." she said.

"......."

"So....did you wanna spend time with me?"

"..It's..against the rules Vanguard. You know I can't-"

"That never stopped you the first time, officer......besides, you let all hell lose when you snapped seeing me that weak and heated..remember?" she said but her grey eyes glowed looking at him. However, his own eyes widen remembering that night. Damn it, he didn't need her to remind him.

"I....You were-"

"I did nothing..you let your own hunger grow for it...I simply helped bring it out......You never stopped...even you said the first time...It's against the rules....it's a violation......but you didn't stop...you just held me down....did what you want..and you loved it." she said.

"......."

"You loved hearing my voice..my moans....you were a beast in heat claiming the dragon as your own....or am I wrong?" she said.

"Y..You..I...damn you! That was a..." as he tried to explain, she grips his shirt thinking she was going to hit him but instead she pulls him down to sneak a heated kiss to him once more. His eyes widen to pull back but she keeps him there while slipping her tongue past his lips. He and her were kissing slowly in the area of her cell till she slowly breaks the kiss hearing him panting.

"....Again, rules don't work here.....come on officer Katsuki..lets have some fun together..." she said softly looking at him. "I'll let you do whatever....you....like to me just like before. I won't fight back..I'll accept like a good dragon. Remember the last time we played? I still even got your bites on my shoulder and arm." she said against his lips but he only her wrist that he was fighting it but she was about to kiss him again only for him to do it. He held her against the cell door making out with her that he feels her skin from the warmth and gentle caress. Before long, he feels her break the kiss to move back a little.

"Hey...what are you-"

"If you wanna hang out...then come inside.." she said but he only remains quiet to sigh, reaching with his key to unlock her cell door. He opens it seeing Ink look at him but he walks inside, closes the door to relock it, walks over, and grab her wrists.

Ink then felt him pin her down on the cell bed, only to get kissed again. She returns the kiss deeply but she only feels him lower his hands down her arms while they were kissing one another to hold her hips against his own. When he breaks the kiss he looks down seeing Ink looking up at him to smile.

What was with the smile? He got his answer when Ink flips them so she's on top now while looking down at him. She only laughed to reach down resting a hand on his shirt.

"You really a..are tricky.." Bakugo said.

"I know..but lets not focus on that right now....after all.." she slowly moves her hand to grip her shirt and pull it up and over her head as her hair falls back down to show the bra she had on. He blushed red getting excited but keeps his composure or stern face only to see her look at him.

"Were busy 'hanging out' so lets hang out.." she said softly only for him to sit up wrapping his arms around her waist before she kissed him again while he returns it. In that moment, his hands were reaching up to undo the bra and throw on on the floor while they were making out heavily in that dark cell.

~~~~~~~~

"So no..nothing happened between us..Nothing at all. So fuck off anon!" he said mad. Though, that was a crazy night he would remember but thanks to that, he got a taste of corruption.....

And he wanted more of it. One down, 5 more to go.

[samuraijeffy]

real situation

me: men: me:WHOA MAMA! HUMMINA HUMMINA HUMMINA! BAZOOOOOOIING eyes bulge out of head and shoot forward at 120 mph AROOOOOOOOOOOOGA jaw drops to the floor, tongue rolls out a foot forward HAWT MAMA! punches self in face with boxing glove five times HOOLEY DOOLEY pulls on train whistle that has appeared beside head as steam blows out EEE-AW EEE-AW pulls out comically large carton of milk, drinks all of it spilling it everywhere GUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUH wolf whistle AROOOOOOOOOOO AROOOOOOOO tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart ARF ARF ARF ARF rubs ass on ground like dog WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF eyes turn into slot machine slots WOWZA! tapdancing sounds, running in a circle JEEPERS HEEPERS pants like dog, rips off pants, heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM slams fists on table rattling any silverware or plates DUUUUUUHHHH bashes own head with hammer 5 times BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK slams chair on table BWOOOAAGHHHH old-timey car horn sound, tongue straightens out like wooden board, eyes go out of skull and back in like paddleballs CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA fireworks shoot from top of head PHWOAARRR sniffs air loudly, nostrils become comically large HONKA HONKA HONKA HONKA sound of mouth harp as body is straightened out, floating a foot above the ground JEEZ LOUISE propeller spins on hat comically WOWEEE gets massive erection, tries to aggressively push it back down into pants OINKA OINKA pulls out massive drum, starts beating it excessively HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA jumps on table, smashes through table and ground, springs back upward at an incredible velocity HOOOLY MOOOOLY pupils fly away from eyes, eyes snap forward towards them OOOOOOH I'M DYYYYYYYYYYIIN' fucking dies, ghost goes out of corpse with a lyre, body pulls ghost back into body WHADDA DAAAAME starts foaming at the mouth HUUUUUUUURRRRRR furiously turns crank on machine that hits hands on table GRRRR BARK BARK BARK head unscrews and starts rotating BUH-DOOIIOIOIOING starts rattling like a jar of coins, suspended half a metre in the air DING DING DING DING DING DING starts bouncing up and down at a high speed, starts boiling like tea kettle and turning red HAAAHEEEEEE

[spunkytomboybeat]

This is such a good understanding of these characters!!!! I'm giddy and so happy someone sees the two like this so much!!

Yun is a jerk, but at least can notice when he goes to far, he knows he's strong and acts accordingly but he does need someone to put him down once in a while (Sean, Chun-li, Hoimei, Fei Long) Because he can be a little stupid when it comes to taking the strong fighter title. He's so cocky but should remind himself why he's fighting in the first place, to protect the streets and put shit in order (Looking at Jamie and the twins interacting). And then start going on conversations and say things that are correct but always have one little misinformation to piss the other person off, as a treat. Sean too he's sort of this "weak" guy in fighting but let him go for anything else he might as well be the most cracked guy you know at everything else, be it socializing, playing sports, encouraging you, be just a general good friend, you name it. Sean's a good kid and more people should think about him more than just "Weakest fighter". he's so much more than fighting, he has a whole family and likes what he does for fun and works hard for what he likes!!!! He's weak at fighting but his heart is goddamn huge!!

I think that's what makes their dynamic in theory so good, these guys are just two jocks who each have what the other doesn't: Yun is a very strong fighter, pretty much a natural born fighter but too cocky for his own good with poor decision making when talking. Sean is very weak as a fighter but has a heart of gold and doesn't really let words get to him too much, because he will STILL try the stuff he loves and even talk shit back very easily (Do NOT shittalk a brazillian guy from Rio de Janeiro who really fucks with basketball or sports, they WILL know how to talk shit back and joke very easily). They fill each other missing parts to much it's so nice to see!!!!

Your interpretations of these characters is so gooooood it's also what i think about these goobers, and the internalized misogyny feel so correct it's insane, he totally has that, he's so awkward with feelings and doesn't know how to deal with his own thoughts properly.

I wanna make those two interact more too, grrrr. I'm so close to just start making 3rd strike comics so i can see these characters interacting more, maybe even like 4komas or a full blown out story to see what i would do with these characters that have made me explode for like what 3 years in a row now, I love em all so dearly. Capcom hire me please. I need to see more characters paired together to see what their interactions would be like, i should contribute….

Also, WOOOO YEAHHHH YAOIIII YEAHHHH YEAHHHH LETS GOOOOOO

if sean and yun met would they explode i neeed to know

TLDR; i think they meet, maybe get into a fight, realize their mental illnesses are compatible, and then explode into a fire of pure bromance.

i really don’t know how i’d describe their dynamic the moment they meet—yun, for one, is waaaaaaaaaay stronger than sean, considering that everyone kind of is. yun’s kind of a huge narcissistic asshole sometimes, so if they had met through a fight (perhaps gill’s tournament or just being like ‘yo are those the twin dragons? let’s fight!’), then he’d probably just clown on and torment sean with taunts. or, based on yun’s win quotes, pity him and not try at all in the fight and still win. not a great start (i have my own headcanons about that tournament, and i like to think sean faced alex).

either way, it’d be interesting to explore on sean’s part: how do you forgive/bear with someone like that? how can you consolidate being friends having also been hurt quite deeply with regards to something you’ve tried so hard with? it would be interesting for yun, who’s used to being superior and holding it over people’s head, to try and not be an asshole, be a good friend that recognizes sean’s worth. i think this goes for sean’s relationships in general, and part of why i include him in my art is to show that he has other elements and skills that are valuable.

like, sure i think the 3rd strike kiddos all fight each other and spar for fun, but most people aren’t friends with each other to do one thing. elena and yun complain about shitty customers at their part time jobs over ice cream, makoto and sean ramble about their respective masters and martial arts movies they’ve watched, and ibuki and yang (i’ve already drawn) swap daydreams and go to pet cafés. there is more to sean than being ass at fighting—he is worth more than that, and though the series itself can’t explore that by the nature of being “street fighter,” guess what, i’m a fan artist, and i can explore that.

i like to think they either met through elena, but they probably jsut met at gill’s tournament or the classic “yo you’re that guy? let’s fight” plot. when they first meet though, they definitely click personality-wise, and yes, they explode.

what’s important about sean is that he’s the one who doesn’t just tolerate yun’s mischievous bullshit, he fully understands and bounces it back. it’s like, jock-to-jock communication (yang’s tired of living with his brother’s bullshit for the entirety of his existence, makoto gets pissed and kicks the shit outta him, ibuki tolerates it to an extent when their goals match up but also jsut punches him when she gets annoyed, and elena’s autism isn’t on the same wavelength and yun feels bad teasing her).

yun says something weird and sean just nods and it becomes a whole bit between them, growing more and more absurd that the others are like “we don’t know these people.” pure bro-i-ness, and i’m sure it’s nice for sean to be involved in things, and yun enjoys a willing accomplice in his bullshit.

that being said, they balance each other out really nicely. sean’s a loser younger sibling, neglected by a shitty mentor, and what skills he does have are understated and belittled. he’s trying to carve out his own path, but despite trying so hard, it isn’t enough to impress anyone much less win.

yun’s an older sibling, and i’m sure he’s handled yang and jamie’s feelings of inadequacy quite well (yang hasn’t dumped yun onto the street yet, and jamie’s…like that now). hence, i think he’s really good at boosting sean’s confidence when they’re not fighting, and he has the balls to be like “ken masters is a bitch for doing that to you, man.”

meanwhile, yun’s never taken seriously, so he doesn’t try at anything. at the same time, he’s the eldest sibling in an asian “family,” and though they don’t have parents, there’s still that expectation that he is the best, that he is the role model his brothers should look up to and try to become. not to mention, he’s the beloved protector/peacekeeper of hong kong—that’s a lot of pressure, but he’s the chill, swag party boy he always is anyway.

i think yun would have a hard time talking about anything emotional—he’s the role model to yang and jamie, so he can’t falter there. hoimei is seemingly hostile to him, and though i could see ibuki and elena lending a helpful ear, i don’t think yun would be comfortable talking to them (partly due to internalized misogyny, but also he’s not as close with them) beyond everyday issues. sean’s just a good friend for him in this regard, and they could learn a lot from each other by sharing their upbringings and experiences.

it’s a comfortable role/dynamic they’re accustomed to—teasing, older brother and teased, younger sibling—but because they’re not actually siblings, the “sibling dynamic” and the expectations that come with isnt so rigid. sean can tell yun when his teasing gets too harsh without fear of being electrocuted, and yun can seem “weak” without the fear that he’s not living up to the expectations of his brothers. additionally, yun build’s sean’s confidence while sean keeps yun grounded, not becoming too cocky.

but of course, that’s later into their friendship! i think they meet, maybe get into a fight, realize their mental illnesses are compatible, and then become close friends. close bros, even.

early in their friendship, i think both kind of “test the waters” with jokes, saying something weird and then seeing if the other will continue the joke. when it becomes clear they’re on the same wavelength all the time somehow, yun starts hanging out with sean without yang (very significant), and keeps doing that. it helps they have similar interests—the skate park is pretty close to the basketball court, infinite—the guy who does the third strike opening and select—is the greatest rapper of all time, the arcade’s the absolute shit, and a quick spar’s always welcome.

you probably did notice that i “paired up” the third strike kiddos, but i hope to mix and match them more! i kinda didn’t have much yun and sean drawn, mostly because their dynamic feels very obvious to me, and i usually draw to “make a statement.”

thanks for reading, if you got this far! here’s some seanyun yaoi as a reward.

maybe i’ll write a bit about that; haven’t thought about it very much

[arc-misadventures]

FMK Nora. Jaune/Ren/Oscar... Good luck

Nora II: FMK

Nora: Hmm… Well this is tricky…

Jaune: Well, I’m worried now…

Ren: You’re worried now?

Jaune: I’ve grown accustomed to, Nora’s antics. So, I don’t get as easily worried as I did before.

Ren: That makes sense. So, what’s so worry about her this time though?

Jaune: She’s thinking… About what I do not know, but that scares me. Nora, usually acts, and doesn’t overly plan out her actions. Sure there is some planning to her madness. But, nonetheless, when she puts her mind to it, she can create great things…

Ren: Or, destroy them with reckless abandon with ease…

Jaune: Precisely…

Oscar: …

Oscar: I-Is it always like this with, Nora…?

Ren: Yes, but you’ll get used to it eventually.

Oscar: Oh… Oh no…

Nora: Okay! I’ve got it!

Jaune: Yay! Now we can all die together!

Oscar: Haha! Very funny, Jaune.

JR: …

Oscar: V-Very funny, Jaune…?

Nora: Okay! First things first; I kill, Ren…

Jaune: What did you do?

Ren: Nothing, I didn’t do anything!

Jaune: Which is precisely what you did wrong!

Ren: There’s no way that’s why she’s so upset!

Nora: That’s exactly why I’m so upset you jerk!

Ren: Oh… Uhhh…?!

Oscar: Is this what you meant by fearing, Nora, Jaune?

Jaune: Oh, you’ll know when to fear, Nora boy. Oh you’ll know…

Oscar: O-Okay…

Nora: Okay… After that, I would fuck cute boy, Oz!

Oscar: W-W-WHAT?!

Nora: I’m gonna fuck him so hard, and rough he’ll be begging for more from his new, Mommy. I’ll ruin him for any other girl! So he’ll only be mine!!!

JR: …

Nora: When he’s legal.

Jaune: Oh, okay.

Ren: Seems reasonable.

Oscar: Are you kidding me?! She’s threatening to break me?!

Jaune: So you’d die death by snu snu. What’s not to like about that?

Oscar: Say what?!

Ren: Tis there not a more nobler way to go~?

Oscar: Are you guys planning my funeral?!

JR: Yes.

Ren: Joking aside, do you think, Nora, would break, Oscar if they did it?

Jaune: You were joking around? I was being serious: Of course she would break him like a twig of twigs!

Ren: Oh…

Oscar: I need an adult…

Ren: So, since, I get killed, for some reason… I guess that means you’re going to marry, Jaune?

Nora: Yes! I get to marry, Jaune, and I finally get to live out my life long dream!

Jaune: I thought her life long dream was dying under a tower of pancakes?

Ren: I thought so too, but this whole thing with, Oscar has thrown a grenade into that.

Oscar: So… Uhhh… what’s this dream y-you were talking about?

Nora: Well, if I marry, Jaune I get a new mom, and that that actually love me! And, I get a whole bunch of sisters in my life as well!

Ren: Oh, so she’s marrying you for your family.

Jaune: If that’s it, then I don’t mind. My family already loves her to bits. Hell if we didn’t go this route my mom would probably adopted her, you too if you want.

Ren: R-Really…?

Nora: Then, we would have loads of sex, and make a really, really big family! One that would rival, no surpass, Mom’s family size! And we would eat loads of pancakes, and live happily ever after!

Oscar: Oh, that sounds… nice?

Ren: I think you better go, and do that.

Jaune: Why: Because that sounds like a lovely idea, or because it would save, Oscar’s pelvis?

Oscar: My what?!

Ren: Mmmm… Both…?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Sure, why not. A moment, Nora?

Nora: Hmm? Need something, Fearless Lea… Whoa?! Hey, why are you picking me up?! Put me down!

Jaune: Nope.

Nora: Grrrr! Where are you taking me?!

Jaune: The bedroom.

Nora: What, why?!

Jaune: To consummate the marriage.

Nora: …

Nora: FUCK YEA!!!

Ren: (Sniff) There goes a real hero…

Oscar: Is it always like this with you guys?!

Ren: Yes, get used to it, or go mad from the insanity of it all.

Oscar: Oh…

Oscar: …

Oscar: Shit…

[suhmayzooka]

i’m like one of the people i know who actively reads precrisis age batman comics, so i’m going to try to convince the rest of you to join me. i wholeheartedly believe 90% of the batfandom will like precrisis batdad. 

“i wish WFA was canon” i wish golden age batdad was canon.

anyway. let’s talk about the story “bruce wayne loses guardianship of dick grayson” from batman #20.

dick’s “””aunt””” and “”“uncle””” (spoiler: they’re actually evil) show up and take bruce wayne to court over guardianship of dick grayson. of course, dick does not want to be taken from bruce, with whom “mutual affection between this man and boy has been as strong as that between father and son!” 

on the cover, we can see robin’s teary face as he’s dragged away from batman in court. very dramatic. 

we open to this lovely scene between said “father and son”, only to be interrupted by alfred alerting them that they have visitors. fuck visitors, alfred! bruce and dick are in their pajamas in the middle of a pillow fight! i hope dick’s winning.

[the wayne home is a happy home, for in it lives a happy trio! one day...]

A: mornin’, mawster dick! beg pardon, mr. wayne... but a gentleman and a lady are waitin’ downstairs!

D: haw! haw! you missed by a mile! hi, alfred!

B: visitors? okay, alfred, we’ll be down as soon as we haul on some clothes!

FYI this is how alfred’s dialogue is always written in these comics. british.

also. just. “the wayne home is a happy home, for in it lives a happy trio!” okay! okkayy!

.... not all is happy in the wayne home, though. “uncle george” and “aunt clara” are here and ready to take dick away! but bruce won’t let them go so easily!

D: no! i won’t go with you! bruce... don’t let them take me! 

B: you can’t take dick away now! not after all these years! he’s like a son! i won’t let you!

just look how protective bruce is. that’s his boy!! that’s his son!!! 

they go to court, and bruce pleads not to lose dick. dick is similarly upset. look how dark and edgy batman is grrrr i am the night vengeance grrrrr

[in a strained voice, bruce adds his testimony...]

B: dick is like my own son! i’ve even changed my will so that in the case of my death, dick will get my entire fortune! your honor, I... I love that boy! please don’t take him from me!

[dick is called...]

D: and when mom and pop died in the circus, I was all alone! then bruce... mr. wayne took me in! a fella couldn’t want a better friend!

okay: 1. bruce says “I LOVE THAT BOY.” 

2. what’re the chances bruce is including the batman mantle in his will? also, dick is like... 10? he’s already left everything to dick? why not alfred, who’s, y’know, an adult?

unfortunately for our caped crusaders, the court rules that bruce must give up guardianship since he’s an irresponsible playboy. fortunately for us batfamily angst enjoyers, this means we get to see bruce absolutely DESTROYED over the loss of dick

*bruce and dick tearfully hugging*

D: golly, bruce... it’s no use pretending! i don’t know how i’m going to stand it!

B: easy, dick... be a good soldier!

uh.. gee, bruce, what a normal thing to say to your kid! “good soldier” i sure hope those words never come back to bite you in the ass! 

*bruce watching dick walk off with his “aunt” and “uncle”

B: goodbye, kid, goodbye...

B: it’s going to be hard, alfred! 

A: yes, sir! this house won’t be the same without him!

B: in order to cover up my batman work, I had to pretend to be a playboy. And now it’s made me lose the person I love the most! it isn’t fair! it isn’t fair!

anyone else feel your heart ripped out rn? bruce admitting dick is the person he loves the most? also, those panels remind me of when dick goes off to college in batman #217 

[and so it is that the batman, who started his career alone, once hunts down crime—alone!

B: i certainly am going to miss robin... and those corny puns he’d yell whenever he’d wallop a thug!

aww he misses robin’s puns :( he’s so sad guys 

thankfully, robin isn’t gone! he swoops in and helps batman get the bad guys.

D: looks like my footprint is “lion” on your chin... and I’m not “lion”! Oh! corny puns, eh, batman?

B: corny? maybe to you, but to me—they’re beautiful!!

he’s so proud of his boy

uh blah blah the aunt and uncle are actually evil, batman find himself in dire peril, dick and alfred team up to save the day, etc etc

*alfred holds the villain as robin punches him*

A: neatly done, mawster robin!

[and in a wooden shack on an empty lot...]

D: where did fatso take the batman? talk!

bad guy: i don’t know nothin’!

A: he seems a bit stubborn, sir! might i suggest a method of loosening his tongue? we might just leave him here in the dark, sir! there’s nothing around to harm him—just some, er, big rats!

D: splendid! maybe they’ll gnaw at his conscience!

bad guy: hey! wait a minute! i’ll talk! i’ll talk!

christ, alfred! don’t mess with the butler. he could’ve killed bane with that attitude.

thankfully, all goes well, the bad guys are defeated with the power of the Batfamily, and bruce regains guardianship of dick... because batman convinced the judge. gotham has a great fair justice system. someone get harvey dent here

judge: mr wayne, dick is yours again! incidentally, i’m inclined to agree with the batman! he visited me before and said that in spite of your playboy activities, you were really a good man!

B: well... of all people, he should know... eh, dick?

D: and how!

a happy ending for our little family <3