#TRULY MADE MYSELF SAD

[seiwas]

home by daughtry reminds me of deku in the most he-wouldn't-do-this-but-it's-the-life-i'd-want-for-him kinda way 🥲😭

[riddlerosehearts]

i feel like a lot of people seem to forget that during idia's overblot flashback scene he says his life has been set in stone since he was born, and that it hurt how other kids would get asked what they want to be when they grow up but nobody would ever ask him that. and he says he always just wanted to be a normal kid, he just wanted to be a hero and go on adventures, he essentially just wanted to be free to be like everyone else. his trauma doesn't only come from ortho's death, it also comes from feeling completely and utterly trapped by STYX and the expectations his family's curse has placed on him for all of his life. from feeling like the things that he enjoys, the things he dreams of for his future, do not matter and never have. like he's all but completely alone in the world and the fictional media he loves is his only escape from it all. he literally wanted to go with the original ortho, to die, and his response upon being told that he loves the world too much to give up on it was along the lines of "who would ever love this rotten world?". ortho had to tell him that he still had a future ahead of him, because a very significant part of his issue is that he feels like he doesn't, or at least like he doesn't have the freedom to choose a future that he'll enjoy. with or without ortho, he's spent his whole life just feeling hopeless.

[shinybulbasaur]

Rules: Make a poll with five of your all-time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite!

I was tagged by @suddenrundown, thanks for the tag! I was so tempted to put "eliot's baseball hair" but I resisted (also polls don't allow strikethroughs. sad). tagging @michinaranja, @vero-niche, @acidmatze and anyone else who wants to play!

[mythtakens]

Firefly 1x12 The Message

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Well, at least Fukuzawa got his wish granted, I guess.... he's finally inside Fukuchi <3

[chloecherrysip]

"I hope you told your brother how much you loved him, because you're probably never gonna see him again."

"..."

"Was that too dark?"

"YES!"

"Sorry."

[deathbyclown]

Expectation Pairing: Buggy/Crocodile(trans) Rating: Explicit Words: 4400

Summary: Crocodile has discreetly invited Buggy to his home once again. Buggy is unsure what to do when he arrives as requested and Crocodile is fast asleep.

(Crocodile has accidentally put himself to sleep but he told Buggy to come over for sex. So, Buggy eats Crocodile out while he's fast asleep).

Notes: This is an established (unhealthy) 'relationship.' Crocodile is trans in this fic and I use the terms clit, cunt, folds, and hole to refer to his genitals. There is dubious consent since Crocodile is not awake for the oral sex, if that's not ur thing. The relationship and ending are angsty.

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Buggy quietly snuck into Crocodile’s home, doing his best not to be seen by any passersby. It was still, quiet in the small home Crocodile built for himself. Buggy did his best not to bump into the expensive looking objects lining the walls, cursing Crocodile for making him navigate this maze in the dark. He was sure the sandman did it on purpose, as an excuse to bully him and increase his debt if (when ) he broke something. He sighed in relief as he made it through, knocking lightly on Crocodile’s bedroom door, just as he was told to do.  

He and Crocodile had a sort of…understanding. Buggy can’t really recall when it started, probably when he was begging and pleading on his knees for his life, as he often did with Crocodile. But one day he had been bold. Too forward, as Crocodile would say. Buggy had been running his mouth, frustrated with his mistreatment, and he put his hands on Crocodile. One thing led to another and Buggy found himself on his knees in front of Crocodile, trying to prove himself in a different way. 

And he must’ve made quite the impression because Crocodile had him do it again, discreetly pulling him aside, into supply tents or the Buggy torture chamber ‘private meeting room’ just to use Buggy to get off. 

Crocodile was insistent that they act professional in public despite their strictly physical relationship. And Crocodile often reminded Buggy of that, especially when Buggy wanted to stick around afterward to cuddle or hug or kiss. None of that was ever well received. Despite all his flirting and compliments and the handful of times he made Crocodile smile, it was like he wanted nothing to do with Buggy. And the sex was good, worth the extra effort of sneaking around, but the lack of physical affection, of romance and intimacy was starting to weigh on him.  

No matter how well Buggy behaved, no matter how well he obeyed, Crocodile would push him away as soon as they were done having sex. Buggy ached for him, craved him, even though it felt like Crocodile wanted nothing to do with him. But still Buggy returned; the sex kept Crocodile from beating him up as often as before, so he couldn’t complain. He’d rather be dragged off for an aggressive fuck than have his head used as a punching bag. 

Tonight Crocodile sent him a discreet message, one that Buggy knew well at this point. Crocodile wanted sex and Buggy was expected to show up. 

Buggy slipped into the room when Crocodile didn’t acknowledge him. He was surprised to see Crocodile fast asleep. Normally he’d be sitting on the bed, open and ready for him, acting like Buggy getting undressed was a nuisance. But tonight Crocodile was laid out on top of his comforter, bare except for his dark boxers, arms folded behind his head, as if he was simply relaxing. But he didn’t move as Buggy approached, just kept breathing slow and even. Buggy even sent over a hand to hesitantly poke his thigh. But nothing happened… 

Buggy crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees, just watching Crocodile for a few breaths. He never got to see him like this, soft, relaxed, at peace. He was so handsome, Buggy reached out a tentative hand and brushed a stray hair back. No response. 

Buggy started to worry. He didn’t recall Crocodile being such a deep sleeper. Surely he would’ve woken up just by Buggy crawling onto the bed. What if something bad happened to Crocodile? He looked peacefully asleep, but what if it was an attack from a devil fruit user?! Buggy looked around, panicked for a moment, as if some giant beast would lunge at him from the shadows. Buggy flicked on the lights, looked timidly behind closed doors, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Just an organized closet and a spotless bathroom. 

Well, almost spotless, two pill bottles and a half empty glass of something that smelled like alcohol stood out on the granite counter like a sore thumb. Buggy grabbed the bottles and turned them over in his hand, looking at the labels; An allergy medicine and a pain reliever, specifically for migraines.  

Buggy glanced back at Crocodile and then back at the bottles. He turned them over in his hands, reading the side effects. Drowsiness was the main for both. Well… that explained why Crocodile was fast asleep. 

Now Buggy was in a bit of a predicament. He was summoned here by Crocodile, and he was expected to show, but what did it mean if Crocodile was asleep despite requesting Buggy for sex? He couldn’t lie to himself, he was horny, ready to do whatever Crocodile pleased. But he wasn’t awake.  

Crocodile was the one who told him to come here. What if he woke up, expecting Buggy to be there and he wasn’t? Crocodile would punish him!! And he did not want that! Besides…when would Buggy ever get an opportunity like this? To kiss and touch Crocodile as much as he wanted, without being pushed away, or forced to do what Crocodile wanted. 

Buggy put back the pills and decided to wait it out, feeling a little guilty at his thoughts. Maybe he would wake up soon! And then all of this worrying would be for nothing! Buggy returned to the bed and undressed, staying nearby in his underwear. He sat there on the bed for maybe a minute before he started to feel chilly. Surely Crocodile wouldn’t mind if he stole some of his body heat?  

He crawled over to Crocodile’s sleeping form and laid down next to him. He stayed still, stiff as a board, his whole body covered in goosebumps. He’d thought about this a lot, about laying in bed with Crocodile. He was so large, always felt so warm, smelled like cologne and cigars and heat. Buggy scooted closer, until their skin touched and Buggy melted at the gentle casual press of Crocodile against him. It was like they were just laying in bed together. Like lovers. 

Crocodile remained asleep. 

Buggy felt bolder. He turned on his side toward Crocodile and threw an arm and a leg over his body, cuddling him. Buggy sighed in pleasure, nuzzling his cheek into Crocodile’s chest. He felt warm, smelled so familiar; arousing, comforting, and terrifying all in one. His chest was fuzzy, dark hair in a patch just on his chest and hairy on his belly, with a trail leading down beneath his boxers. Buggy traced over the hair with his finger, his face tilting up to look at Crocodile, who did not react. 

Buggy worried at his lip, a thought flashing in his mind, but unsure if he should pursue it. He stared at Crocodile’s sleeping face, his fingers mindlessly tracing over his chest. His curiosity, his need, got the better of him. He scooted up along Crocodile’s body until their heads were next to one another. His eyes traced over his features; the long puckered scar, his pointed nose, plush parted lips, dark facial hair just under the surface of his skin. Crocodile would never let him do this if he was awake…but Buggy wanted this, craved it. 

He eased forward and pursed his lips, trembling as he pressed the lightest kiss to Crocodile’s cheek. He sat back quickly, as if Crocodile would suddenly sit up and strangle him. But he continued to sleep. 

Buggy sat up a little and kissed his cheek again, this time letting his lips linger a little longer. Crocodile didn’t move, so Buggy felt braver. He cupped Crocodile’s cheek and kissed it, slowly trailing kisses until he reached the corner of his mouth. 

A thrill went through Buggy at the idea of kissing Crocodile on the lips. They rarely ever kissed, and it was usually rough: teeth and tongue. It was never soft or loving, no kiss in greeting or kiss goodnight. Buggy leaned forward and pressed his lips to Crocodile’s. He pulled back, glancing up to to see his still shut. Buggy kissed him again, soft and slow, long presses. 

“You’re so handsome, Croccy~” Buggy whispered, his thumb stroking Crocodile’s cheek, tracing the line of his scar, kissing him on the lips. Buggy held onto him tighter, dipping his tongue between Crocodile’s lips, tasting him. Buggy moaned softly as his tongue brushed against Crocodile’s, kissing him deeply, exploring his mouth. He rubbed himself against Crocodile, his cock hardening as he kissed him without restraint. 

Crocodile breathed out sharply and Buggy shot back, nearly falling off the bed. He stayed still, watching Crocodile, apologies on his tongue, but Crocodile just sighed and turned his head. 

Buggy put a hand to his heart, willing it to calm down. He took a deep breath and hesitantly crawled back over to Crocodile. He looked over his body, eyes lingering on his underwear. 

Buggy wanted to have sex, that’s why he was here in the first place, after all. But would Crocodile be mad at him for fucking him while he was asleep, or would he be angrier if he woke up and Buggy wasn’t there like he told him to be? 

Buggy scooted forward, his hands going to Crocodile’s waistband, his eyes locked onto Crocodile’s face for any sign of discomfort or movement. He tugged them down, his eyes following the trail of hair, becoming darker and thicker as he exposed more of his body. Buggy swallowed, eyes flicking up to Crocodile’s face before watching his hands pull Crocodile’s boxers all the way off. He’d seen this sight many times before, but usually before getting his face shoved into it. 

Now he could take his time. Buggy dragged his fingers over Crocodile’s hips, down to his thighs. He traced the triangle of dark curly hair outlining Crocodile’s cunt. He slipped a finger between his folds, circling his large clit, then travelled further down and pushed into his entrance. It felt warm, moist, but not yet slick enough. Buggy knew he’d need a little preparation before he could properly fuck him. 

Crocodile almost always made him perform oral, which Buggy enjoyed immensely. The only thing Buggy didn’t like was making Crocodile cum on his tongue, only to kick Buggy out as soon as he finished, leaving him hard and needy. So sometimes he wouldn’t perform oral to the best of his ability… sometimes he’d make it just frustrating enough that Crocodile would yank his head away and sit on his cock instead. It was a win-win, really. 

But now he could, hopefully, spend as much time between Crocodile’s legs as he wanted. Buggy lifted one of his legs, (which was insanely heavy!!), and bent it at the knee, making Crocodile open up to him. Buggy’s cock twitched at the sight of him, practically salivating, eager to be inside of him. Crocodile’s thick clit protruded slightly from the tuft of hair, still soft, but Buggy would change that soon enough. 

He got on his belly and put his face between Crocodile’s legs, glancing up to make sure he was still asleep before dragging his tongue over his clit. Buggy enjoyed this, and he thought he was pretty good at it too! He loved the feeling of his clit on his tongue, loved the tensing of Crocodile’s thighs, the tightening of his grip in Buggy’s hair, loved the heavy breaths and the suppressed moans. Buggy enjoyed taking his time, lapping languidly, tasting him, breathing him in. But it always ended the same way; Crocodile telling him to quit teasing and get on with it. But Buggy wasn’t teasing (at first!), he was genuinely savoring him, taking his time! But no matter how many times he explained it, Crocodile never wanted to hear it, he just wanted Buggy to get him off, and quickly. 

Now, however, Buggy could lick Crocodile at whatever pace he liked, without getting yelled at or bullied. He lapped at Crocodile, flicking his clit with his tongue, enjoying the weight of it. Crocodile’s his thighs twitched and he let out a loud sigh. That startled Buggy enough to make him shove himself away and down the bed. He looked up at Crocodile. Still sleeping. But obviously not unaffected. Now there was a crease between Crocodile’s brows, and his breathing was heavier, but otherwise, he remained still. 

Buggy returned to Crocodile’s clit, now stiffer against Buggy’s tongue. He moaned as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked lightly, tongue rubbing over him. Crocodile’s breath hitched becoming a little louder. Even his subtle signs of arousal made Buggy’s heart thump harder in his chest. He started rutting into the bed, humping the covers as his tongue worked over Crocodile. He’d be able to cum like this, just from eating him out.  

Buggy missed the feeling of Crocodile’s heavy hand on the back of his head, urging him, guiding him. He glanced up at Crocodile, wondering if he could grab his hand and move it down when he saw Crocodile blearily looking at him, his eyes squinting and unfocused. 

Buggy froze, tongue sticking out, pressed against Crocodile’s clit like he’d gotten it stuck to an icy pole. They stared at each other for a beat, Buggy breaking out into a sweat, his whole body on edge, surging with adrenaline. 

“Get on with it…clown.” Crocodile said lowly, his words surprisingly clear despite the fact that his eyes slipped back closed and he appeared to fall back asleep…if he was even really awake to begin with. 

Buggy breathed a sigh of relief, resting his head against Crocodile’s thigh to catch his breath, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. That was close. Although…it didn’t exactly deter Buggy, quite the opposite. His cock surged, his skin felt hot and electric, suddenly the idea of being caught by Crocodile was very hot. What would he do if he woke up and realized Buggy was between his legs, eating him out? Would he stop him? Make him continue? Hold him there and ride his face until he felt like he would suffocate and then punish him? 

Buggy whimpered and grabbed his cock, squeezing and stroking himself. Maybe getting caught by Crocodile wouldn’t be so bad. Buggy brought his face back to Crocodile’s folds, licking long stripes. He felt emboldened, not nearly afraid as before despite nearly being caught, and now he wanted to try and make Crocodile cum. He sent his hands up to Crocodile’s chest, toying with his nipples as he pushed his tongue into Crocodile’s entrance. His nose bumped into Crocodile’s clit as he wriggled his tongue as deep as he could inside of him, his fingers pinching and tugging at Crocodile’s nipples. 

A soft moan came from Crocodile and Buggy moaned in return, detaching his tongue, letting it curl deeper inside. Buggy moved his face up, mouthing at Crocodile’s clit, kissing and rubbing him with his lips as his tongue writhed inside of him. 

Crocodile’s chest heaved and he made soft sounds in his throat with every heavy pant. Buggy brought one of his hands down to grab at himself, trying to ease the pressure in his cock. He was so hard it was starting to ache, he needed to be inside of Crocodile, but it was like he couldn’t stop himself, he didn’t want to stop himself. Buggy felt a large hand clumsily slide onto his head and he stilled for a moment, his heart jumping into his throat, a cold chill of terror and excitement made his skin feel tight. But he continued on. He wanted to be so good for Crocodile, wanted to impress him, wanted to make him feel amazing. 

Buggy slid his tongue in and out, curling and writhing against his sensitive walls. He used his lips to suck at his clit, bobbing his head. Crocodile groaned, low in his throat, his legs twitching, attempting to close, but not making it all the way, falling back down with a thump. Buggy could feel his cunt pulsing around his tongue, the tight muscles fluttering an unmistakable sign of Crocodile’s orgasm. Buggy kept at it, licking and sucking and rubbing him through it. His hand gripped Buggy’s hair, tugging it to make him stop, but not with nearly the same amount of force as normal.  

Buggy obeyed the silent order and pulled back, reattaching his tongue and hands, sitting on his knees, eagerly awaiting Crocodile’s response, whether it be praise or punishment. 

Crocodile blinked slowly, sitting up on his elbows. Buggy sat perfectly still, watching Crocodile attentively, as if he was a dog waiting for his owner’s next command. Crocodile sat up a little more, rubbing his eyes, dragging his hand down his face. He reached over to his nightstand, swearing as he lost balance and ended up on his side, stretching to reach his cigar and lighter. He laid on his back and put the cigar in his mouth, lighting it, letting his hand fall to the bed, the lighter bouncing out of his hand. 

Crocodile puffed at his cigar and lifted his head to look up at Buggy, his eyes a little sharper. 

“You’re here.” Crocodile rumbled, not moving the cigar from his teeth as he spoke.  

“Y-you told me to come. So I did.” Buggy answered quietly, starting to lose his confidence. 

Crocodile let out a little huff of amusement, letting his head fall back to the bed and took another pull on his cigar, breathing it out slowly. 

“You really are obedient, aren’t you?” Crocodile chuckled and sighed. “Good boy.” 

Buggy’s face felt hot, the praise from Crocodile was rare, and almost never so direct. It made Buggy feel warm all over, made his heart swell, made him want to chase this high for the rest of his life. 

“I’m too tired to return the favor. So do what you like, as a reward.” He adjusted himself on the bed, sitting up enough to properly smoke his cigar without dropping ashes back into his face. 

Whatever he liked? Really? Buggy’s eyes went wide, unsure what to do with this golden opportunity. He watched Crocodile’s lips wrap around his cigar and he knew what he wanted. Buggy scrambled forward, straddling Crocodile and leaning over him, his eyes locked onto Crocodile’s mouth. 

“What?” Crocodile gruffed out, “you wanna fuck my mouth?” He looked annoyed but that’s not what Buggy wanted! Buggy leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“I want to kiss while I fuck you.” He admitted quietly into Crocodile’s neck. Buggy could practically feel Crocodile rolling his eyes.  

“Of course you do.” Crocodile mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. He let out an annoyed sigh and said, “Fine. But I’m finishing this cigar first.”  

Buggy gave Crocodile a squeeze and kissed his neck, nuzzling his face into his sensitive skin. Crocodile pushed at the top of his head, trying to get him to stop. 

“Go do your business down there and let me finish smoking.” Crocodile grunted, clearly at his limit for Buggy’s physical affection. 

“Yes sir.” Buggy said quickly, pulling away and moving down Crocodile’s body. Ah he was getting a reward for a job well done! He really couldn’t complain, even if he couldn’t snuggle Crocodile anymore. Getting free rein of Crocodile’s body while he slept was the highlight of his sexual experiences. He wondered if Crocodile would be open to doing something like this again? 

Crocodile spread his legs, unashamed, almost taunting, his folds glistening with arousal and Buggy’s spit. The sight stole Buggy’s breath away and he pressed his lips together, his hand slipping beneath his waistband to stroke himself. He really wasn’t going to last long, just the feeling of his hand had his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. He had to calm down, he wanted to savor this, because he doubted Crocodile would let him kiss and use him like this again anytime soon. 

Buggy removed his underwear, splitting apart to let them fall from his body, and he  tossed them to the side. He positioned himself between Crocodile’s legs, dragging his cock through his folds, rubbing his glistening head against his entrance and easily pushed in. 

Buggy moaned and panted as he slid in, getting louder as he bottomed out. He dipped his chin to center himself, his hands gripping Crocodile’s hips hard enough to bruise. It felt amazing, so warm and wet, ready to swallow him whole, ready to be filled. Crocodile just continued to smoke, eyes dark as he watched Buggy. 

“C-croccy,” Buggy whined, splitting in half so his top-half could float up to Crocodile’s face, “Can we kiss now?” Buggy begged. 

“No. I’m not done.” He leisurely sucked in a mouthful of smoke and blew it into Buggy’s face. “Keep going, clown.” 

Buggy pouted, not really meaning to, but he had a feeling Crocodile was taking his time just to spite him. He pressed his face against Crocodile’s chest and slowly thrust into him. He needed to pace this out. He wanted to kiss Crocodile as he came, damnit! 

But try as he might, he got lost in the motions, his hips progressively moving faster as he held onto Crocodile, hugging his chest, planting wet open-mouthed kisses over his hairy pecs. He couldn’t help it, Crocodile felt so good, his lower half was moving of its own volition and Buggy was steadily approaching his climax. 

Buggy looked up at Crocodile, doing a double take when he realized Crocodile no longer had the cigar in his mouth. He stopped and lifted himself up, his mouth dropping open in disbelief. This asshole finished smoking and didn’t say a word!! He was just leaning back on the pillows with his arms behind his head again, eyes closed like he didn’t have a care in the world!

“Hey!” Buggy yelled suddenly, making Crocodile wince. He opened his eyes, glaring at Buggy, a scowl forming. 

Buggy recoiled slightly but was more motivated by his outrage and moved up to hover above Crocodile. 

“You finished smoking!” He accused petulantly. 

 “So? What are you gonna do about it?” He challenged, giving him a taunting grin. 

Buggy opened his mouth to argue with him but snapped it shut. He knew what he’d do. 

He lunged forward, crashing their lips together, making Crocodile grunt, his lips pulling into a snarl before relaxing, letting Buggy have his way. Buggy moaned into Crocodile’s mouth, dipping his tongue in and immediately tasting smoke. The fact that Crocodile was letting him do as he pleased was unbelievably arousing. He started thrusting wildly, slick sounds filling the room with his fast intense pace. 

Crocodile breathed out sharply through his nose, making a soft sound in the back of his throat, cutting it off quickly. Buggy whined and moaned, his hands grabbing the sides of Crocodile’s face, kissing him as deeply as possible. Crocodile’s tongue swiped against his: pushing, curling, bullying him. Buggy panted into his mouth, trying to maintain control, but it was slipping through his fingers. 

He slammed into Crocodile; he felt so hot and slick. Buggy couldn’t help all the little sounds he made as he kissed Crocodile, the combined pleasure of being inside of him and having Crocodile kiss him back brought him closer and closer to the edge. 

Buggy felt Crocodile put his hand on the back of his head and he pushed his large tongue into Buggy’s mouth, overwhelming him, dominating him. A full body shiver went through him and he whined loudly into Crocodile’s mouth, hips stuttering before he pushed in deeply, cumming inside of Crocodile. He let out little high-pitched moans with each pulse of his cock, his mouth still latched onto him. 

He broke away from Crocodile, panting, strings of saliva connecting them and then snapping. He tucked his face into Crocodile’s neck, hugging him, catching his breath. Crocodile didn’t say anything, just laid there with Buggy for a few quiet moments. Buggy sighed contentedly, rubbing his cheek against Crocodile’s skin. This was the best sex he’s shared with Crocodile so far. He hoped he would let him do this again. Maybe if Buggy could earn more rewards? 

“Alright Buggy, that’s enough. We should get some sleep.” Crocodile pulled at Buggy’s shoulder. With a reluctant sigh he pulled away, re-attaching himself. He ease out of Crocodile and his eyes were drawn to the white oozing out of Crocodile’s pink hole. His cum. His. 

He glanced up at Crocodile, who just raised an eyebrow. Buggy felt a longing so deep, so gnawing that he couldn’t help himself. He threw himself at Crocodile’s chest and held on tight. 

“I love you! I love you so much, Crocodile.” He said fervently into his skin, kissing his chest, making his way up his neck before Crocodile grabbed him roughly, yanking him away. 

“See, this is exactly why I don’t let you do shit like this.” Crocodile threw him off the bed, and Buggy hit the ground, hard, unable to catch himself. “You’re a fuck toy to me, clown. Nothing more. Now get out.” 

Buggy scrambled to his feet, willing the tears welling in his eyes not to fall. That fall stung more than normal, his words too sharp, sticking into him like thorns. Desperately he tried to pluck them out. Crocodile kissed him back! He liked Buggy’s touch, liked his body, he invited him into his home, spent so much time alone with him! So why didn’t he like him ? 

“I’m sorry! Please, I won’t do it again! Please don’t stop using me.” Buggy begged, his voice strained, desperate to hold back his tears, which began to fall against his will. The words came out as an immediate panicked response. He needed to fix this, needed to right his wrong. 

“I said get out!” Crocodile snapped with finality. 

Buggy grit his teeth and nodded, fully crying now, tears and snot streaming down his face as he put on his clothes. He was furious at himself, at Crocodile, heartbroken, and he burned with shame. He loved him. He hated him. He wanted him, needed him. Feared him. 

Buggy hesitated at the door, glancing back at Crocodile who slipped on his own underwear and began smoking another cigar, totally ignoring him. Buggy’s heart thudded in his chest, his throat aching with words he couldn’t say. Buggy loved him so much . He’d do anything for him. Even if it meant just being a sex toy. 

“Good night, Croccy.” Buggy whispered, slipping out of his room and quietly closed the door behind him. 

[w1tchybusiness]

i could write a 100 page essay about what a fucking masterpiece warframe is. i will write many words in the tags. please readem if you want my 'tism.

[panthermouthh]

creecher my beloved <3

(or in other words, very cool and awsome art, and i am loving the frankenstein stuff)

He’s just a lil guy <333 so what about the atrocities <333

[crazynerdandproud]

Alright that’s it, Gerry Keay is my favorite character in tma. Just listened to episode 111 and I am emotionally devestated. Also glad he gets to rest. Also I love him. I refuse to call him Gerard (cause apparently it’s that and not Jared Jon why have you been saying it like that) from now on I’m just calling him Gerry. That or goth king.

[imminent-danger-came]

I WAS LOOKING THROUGH PINTEREST AND I HSD TO START FUCKIMG PACING AROUKD THE ROOM

MK ANS MEI MK AND MEI A HERO AND A WARRIOR?????? WHEN DOES THE PAIN END GAAAAAAAAWD WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

The grind doesn't end when you're in this deep with the legos.

This is a very specific Mei and MK dynamic that I kinda adore

[lunarharp]

lazy scribbling of my baldur's gate 3 characters

[yikes-ajax-thats-sad]

I feel like I'm drowning all the time, and not the quiet cinematic way. No, fighting to break water when the surface only gets further, panic becoming numbness as acceptance seeps into your bone, the dread of knowing that the longer you struggle the worse it'll get, the inevitability. I know I'm only getting deeper, I know there's only one way out.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

the incredibly delicate tension between: we need art to feed us and connect us and make us feel like things have a purpose, and: art is slowly but surely making us more complacent and cowardly

[ecoustsaintmein]

Also: watching 'Spiel auf Zeit' and seeing Thorsten do 'old man parkour', i.e properly running and jumping and rolling and chasing perps on rooftops...

then fast forward to Zerrissen and he doesn't even bother because of his...'Knie'

was meant to be funny, but also sad at the same time.

[acheemient]

Oh my god.

I don't know why I didn't realize it before or why this stuck me so suddenly, but:

Aziraphale is not on Earth anymore.

For the first time (for any large amount of time) in the Earth's 6000 years of existence, Aziraphale is not on Earth.

With Crowley.

Think of how Lonely that must be.