[Image Description: A color redrawing of a Four Swords Adventures Manga panel, in which Shadow hooks an arm around Violet Link's shoulder, shaded darkly while Vio looks down, brows furrowed and wide-eyed. The redrawn Shadow and Vio are fatter, with larger ears and they are leaning closer to each other. End ID]
Shadow: hi, you need so many more cuddles than the idiots give you, be evil with me
Viola: ah shoot I'm touch starved this is gonna be hard to ignore
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insane that kristen and david had been fighting leland's free rein in the church since the beginning only for it to finally end when her daughters fucking doxx him in a kids game, that's SO fucking funny oh my god
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Vox has a horde of yes men, a legion of yes men, a cadre of the damn jerks.
Yet all he wants is one single yes from the man who means the most to him.
Unfortunately, all Alastor knows how to do is say no.
I should go ahead and make a formal post about this one, especially since I posted it so late last night. I gotta stop doing that.
A little return to radiostatic, my beloved. With a shockingly soft ending, if you know my usual writing. Sometimes I truly do just want them to be happy.
New installment of We Should've Been Enemies coming soon, I promise...
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thinking a lot about the twins hiring a stripper (you) for azul’s birthday. maybe he’s turning 30 or something and they want to celebrate the ever-approaching midlife crisis before it eventually happens at 40 or so. or maybe he’s still young and dumb and they say you ought to live your twenties (and the many years that follow) with passion! either way, they don’t tell him they’ve hired you and neither twin knows that you’re actually the one azul has been obsessively stalking for so long now. but when you show up to his party and everyone’s either enjoying the amusements brought on by your sudden arrival, or they’re thinking of ways to use this opportunity to their advantage (i.e. if azul doesn’t want you they’ll have you).
it’s a birthday miracle azul manages to remain so calm and composed even when he politely drags you into a more secluded environment (i.e. his bedroom), ignoring the cheers and stupid innuendos that follow him all the way up the stairs. you’re all smiles and laughter, teasingly flirting with him and sweetly asking him to promise to treat you with care and to be oh-so-gentle. and god if azul doesn’t want to just push you onto his mattress and make a mess out of you. of course he knew of your profession. he’s known about it ever since he laid eyes on you and started delving into your life, unearthing every bit of information he could in the form of very lengthy background checks. he’s even visited the underground club you work at on occasion, if only to be closer to you, to toe the line between curiosity and invasive obsession.
it’s in your nature to charm, to have a tongue adorned with the purest silver, to be sugary-sweet with your clients. but when you shove him onto his bed and climb on top of him, fingers curling into the lapels of his suit jacket, you’re uncharacteristically rough. he’s observed you long enough to know you’re a kind soul. he always falls for that type, after all.
you lean in, lips ghosting his, and he almost seals what’s left of the distance. but your next words are just as sharp and poisonous as your smile, and they snuff the electric tension in the room, quickly filling it with a raw, sticky dread instead. any lustful thoughts he might have harbored in that moment tumble from his skull when your whispered threat knocks him upside the head, sudden and painfully direct.
“when we leave this room, i never want to see you again.” azul almost protests—what in the world are you going on about?—but he knows. and so do you when you add, “i don’t have relations with stalkers, work-related or not. so unless the birthday boy wants me to treat him so good it ends with his little friend in a tub of ice—” to make your point maliciously clear you trace a manicured fingernail along his crotch— “i’d suggest leaving me the fuck alone from now on.”
and when you pull away, climb off of him, and smooth the nonexistent wrinkles in your skimpy outfit, you have the gall to smile so brightly, your voice a delightful sing-song. “by the way, have a very happy birthday, mr. ashengrotto.”
perhaps merfolk and humans are not so different after all: they’re both ruthless when they need to be.
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zam, hannah, and bacon immediately went to hide planet the second he logged in lmao
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It really should be said that Studio Triggers desire to only do what they want has always led them down the right path
no I don't care about Franxx it's not real it can't hurt me
But now, I'm really surprised. From their string of shows based on their own ideas since K.L.K exploded the internet...to their second every full adaptation (the first one being pretty unmentionable, they did it pre- KLK for money) they've ever done...and as far as I can tell, it's exclusively because they just love Dungeon Meshi
You should love Dungeon Meshi too.
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got my fucking P license btw. going to the graveyard now. gonna play my KMFDM cd down the highway
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