#detective sinclair

[reanimationstation]

SINCLAIR MY BELINCLAIR.... i cant believe it took me so long to draw the guy ever!!

[thelocalmoth]

Idk if it’s just me but I’m pretty sure if they just made the bendy movie a film-version of The Illusion of Living, I’d be happy. Like. Add a bit more storyline and some more recognizable characters and honestly, I would be set.

(Gotta keep the gay tension between every man Joey meets though, ofc)

[archer-kacey]

Joey Drew is Gay and there's no way around it (Pt 3)

Let's rewind a bit to when a young, 19-year old Joey Drew lived in Greenwich Village.

According to the Library of Congress,

"Greenwich Village was a refuge for undiscovered artists and free thinkers. The cheap quarters of the village allowed these bohemians to escape the dreary, industrial world and live a penniless, enlightened lifestyle."

It was also famously home to a lot of queer people.

This brings us to Detective Sinclair.

Sinclair shows up to Joey's place of residence out of the blue. They get to talking- he's investigating the murder of Walter Richmond, and Joey notes that Sinclair is taking inventory of the apartment. He suddenly becomes a shade more self-conscious, and after Sinclair later makes a dry comment about its barren appearance, Joey is noticeably very irked. He seems to care a lot about what this detective thinks of him already.

Cut to later on: Joey has now been tailing the detective for a while (per his own personal request.) We're supposed to infer that he's following Sinclair because he doesn't want to be unimportant to the detective's "story" (he even says as much.) But I'm going to be real, you're a 19 year old from Greenwich galavanting around with Detective Looker, this is not a straight endeavor.

Later on, Sinclair invites him to dinner on business terms.

It becomes increasingly obvious that Joey wants Sinclair to notice and appreciate the way he dresses. He not only fixates on this, but gets irritated with him when he doesn't seem to care.

When they arrive, the butler comments that dinner has just finished. Joey's reaction?

You could boil this all down to Joey being an attention whore, which I won't argue with. But he's an attention whore we see making a valiant effort to present himself in the best possible light to this detective that won't remember him by Saturday, specifically wanting him to notice and appreciate the way he dresses, AND he gets huffy when he's not actually going to dinner with him.

However, Sinclair is only our second stop. Let's jump forward in time to a freshly 30 year old Joey, who seems to have his affections directed towards...a more familiar face.

PART 4>>

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Another day another scumbag stealing someone else’s art. Apparently freespiritfusionblog thinks it’s okay to steal Karen Acob’s work and throw it in an ai generator and call it theirs. And of course Tumblr doesn’t care - can only report it as spam.

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

Handsy studies.

Just that. Handy hands.🤡

I would like to thank @icarussmicarus for making me discover how a nice pairing Sarah HawkinsxJohn Silver can be. The ultimate softy warm joy inducing OTP.

[freespiritfusionblog]

[shinehalley]

I'm a very simple person, I see two girls being incredubly codependent and protective of each other in a kind of cute, kind of tragic, kind of "I wold kill and die for you" way and I just can't help but think they should kiss

[frozenfrogz]

Some of my favorite ships atm for u all….

[caitlynskitten]

Detective Wenclair AU

Enid staring outside the window dramatically with Wednesday at her typewriter. As per usual.

Enid sighs: This city.

Wednesday: It’s a small town, Sinclair.

Enid: So much corruption.

Wednesday: Nothing has happened here in years.

Enid: It makes me sick. *pulls out a cigarette pack*

Wednesday: Enid, don’t you have asthma?

Enid: I do. *Takes the candy cigarette out of the pack and eats it*

[achromatophoric]

Day just got better. Metal prints of art by @thatwomanlovingpotatofromtwitter have arrived and they are breathtaking. Ordered from her INPRNT store.

Pictured: Raven and the Wolf 2.0 and Blood Moon

[lewyhellark]

couple of sketches (with couples, and a spoiler warning for last pic)

[klovercrown]

(18+) Bo Sinclair x AFAB reader x Mark Hoffman smut

Warnings: Reverse bear trap, spit kink, face slapping, tears, oral fixation

(This is my first time writing something on here, especially smut. There might be some grammatical errors and I'm not good with laying out text. It's also pretty long 🥲)

You're thrashing around with your legs kicking as Bo has you slung over his shoulder, making his way down into the basement. He ran his other hand up the back of your thigh to firmly squeeze your buttock, causing you to yell. The stairs disappear from view as he makes his way down into his lair, settling your body onto the surgical chair.

In front of you stood your two favorite men. Mark looked at you like he was thinking of a thousand different ways to torment you, and Bo with his signature smug smirk you always wanted to smack off his face. 

"Careful with her." Mark said, emitting a huff from the other man. "She can handle it." Bo casually says as he steps closer to you, kneeling down to lean in close to grab your chin and make you look at him. 

"Right, darlin'?" He whispered, causing shivers to run up your spine and a wave of arousal to hit you. Smirking at your reaction, he releases your chin and moves down to unbutton your pants, while Mark leans in to press his soft lips against yours. You softly moan as he devours your mouth with his, feeling Bo slip your bottoms off your legs.

A muffled moan came from you as Bo ran a finger along your covered pussy, teasing you and smirking to himself as he could feel how drenched you were. "What a slut," Bo muttered, grabbing a hold of the waistband and ripping your panties off of you. You immediately close your legs as you feel the cool air, only for Bo to roughly grab your legs and spread them.

You were so overwhelmed by Mark's rough mouth against yours and Bo massaging your wet folds that you didn't notice one of their hands grab the neckline of your camisole and rip it off like it was nothing, leaving you completely naked on the chair.

Mark moved his lips away before pressing a kiss to your cheek and moving down to your neck, causing you to arch your back from the feeling of his warm breath against your skin.

"I have something in store for you…" Mark says this against your skin, reaching to fondle one of your breasts. You cried out as he pinched and pulled on your nipple, feeling Bo slip one of his fingers inside of you. "I'm getting hard just thinking about it." Bo gruffly said as he slipped another finger inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out. You let out a string of moans, whimpering as you could feel his fingers stretch your wet core.

Bo kept his fingers deep inside of you as he moved to your side, glancing down at you with a hint of disgust. "Great. He slobbered all over your mouth, and I gotta clean it out." Bo complained, which earned an eye roll from Mark. "Shut up and hurry so we can get it ready." Mark said to Bo as he massaged one of your breasts.

As you were about to ask what they were talking about, Bo grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled it back to where you were staring straight at the ceiling. Your eyes widened in fear as he leaned in, staring down at you as if you were a fresh piece of meat. "Open your mouth, sweetheart." You obeyed, watching him move his lips to gather a glob of spit.

Bo gripped your cheeks, making you whimper in pain due to how hard his fingers dug into the fat of your cheeks, and he spat into your mouth. You moaned as it landed on your tongue, tasting the nicotine from the cigarette he had while hunting for you. He let out a low groan at the sight of you, lightly smacking you on the cheek. "Little slut." Mark lowly said as he moved his hand down to your pussy, running his thick fingers along your wet folds. You gasped and were about to swallow the saliva in your mouth before Bo glared down at you. "Don't swallow yet, bitch." He commanded through gritted teeth before he moved his hand to your jaw, his middle and index fingers sliding to both sides of your bottom row of teeth.

You felt yourself gag a bit as he toyed around with your mouth more, feeling his saliva threaten to run down your throat. He used your jaw to pull you closer, using his fingers to jack your mouth open. With another glob of spit hitting your tongue, he gently pushed his fingers onto your tongue to push the saliva closer to the back of your throat. As Bo played with your mouth, you felt Mark's warm tongue lick around your clit as he fingerfucked you. Your moans were muffled, and you gagged around his fingers. He looked down at you with satisfaction, then back at Mark. He watched as Mark started to quicken his pace as his fingers repeatedly pushed deep inside of you. Your legs squirmed before he pinned them with his elbows, holding your thighs down.

His tongue and fingers drove you crazy; you could feel your arousal grow more and more as your body was lavished by the two men. Bo moved to kiss you hard, accidentally making you bleed from biting your bottom lip. He ran one of his hands to your face again, pushing his index finger into your mouth for you to suck on before smearing the blood-mixed, saliva-coated digit across your cheeks and lips.

Your moans become louder as you can feel your orgasm come closer and closer. It didn't help that Bo moved to torture your nipple with his fingers as well. Your stomach tightened up as your orgasm was about to wash over you before Mark cruelly pulled away, looking at you with a smirk. You whined at the loss, looking at the two men in confusion.

Nothing but pleads and whimpers left your mouth; pure desperation was in your voice. Bo caressed your hair as Mark went to one of Bo's work desks, bringing back a reverse bear trap in his hand. You knew about this contraption he's used before and how it usually ends. Mark could see the panic in your expression before leaning in to press a kiss to your hairline.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. This one is different." He calms you down as he lifts it to your view, turning it to the side to where you can see a small button next to the timer. He was about to explain before Bo interrupted. "You're gonna do the scary voice?" Bo said, clearly trying to piss Mark off. Mark side-eyed Bo, huffing through his nose in frustration. "I'm not doing that, asshole." Bo held up a hand to brush it off and played with your hair as Mark explained the functionality of the jaw-breaking trap.

Mark looked at the side of the head gear, pointing at the button. "This was specifically made for you. In case you want to stop whenever you want." He explains as he pulls a small black toy bullet from his pocket. "It's connected to this." You were still confused; most likely, your frustration from the stolen orgasm was making you dizzy.

Bo leans into your ear. "He's going to stick that into your tight pussy. Right when it slides in, the trap will lock in place and the timer will go off..." He says, clear excitement in his rough voice, as he takes pleasure in your scared expression. "…you have two minutes to cum, or it'll rip your fucking jaw open." The way he threatened you, even in this controlled scenario, made you even wetter. You nod in understanding, looking at the two men with half-lidded eyes.

Mark settles the head gear around your head, adjusting the metal piece to be inserted into your mouth. Bo bit his bottom lip at the sight of you; only your watery eyes were visible, and they stared at him and Mark like a pathetic dog waiting for its treat. He unzipped his pants, pulling his thick, hard cock out and grabbing your hand. You knew what he wanted—grabbing his shaft into your hand and stroking him. He quietly groaned as you teased the tip with your thumb, smearing his precum around the head.

Mark teased your pussy more, making sure you were wet and prepped. He looked up at you, the bullet in view in his hand. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" He asked, which earned an eager nod from you and a low groan from Bo as you squeezed his cock more. Pleased with your response, Mark quickly inserted the bullet into your hole and teased your clit. As you felt your walls tighten around the object, you felt pressure from the headgear as it tightened around your head, and the timer started to tick.

Tick…

The adrenaline hit you like a pile of bricks; it made your heart race, your breathing became more panicked, and your hands started to shake, which all made your pussy throb. This terrifying situation was so hot for you. Knowing that, even if it really wasn't life or death, your life was at stake for you to cum or not. Your whorish self would be the thing that could save you.

Tick…

Mark teased your clit with two fingers, making circular motions and slipping two fingers inside you with his other hand. Your hips lifted from the seat as you were getting overstimulated by his touch, whimpering with the metal piece muffling your mouth.

Tick…

Bo groaned and removed his cock from your hand, stroking it with his fist. "You like being tested for being a little fucking slut?" He asked harshly, rubbing the tip of his cock against the soft area around your nipple and muttering more obscenities toward you.

You let out a string of whimpered moans, keeping your hands at your sides to not risk angering either of them. As Mark kept fingering you, you felt your orgasm near once more. Throwing your head, you let the pleasure build up more and more to achieve your freedom. Until Mark slowed down his movements, making you practically scream underneath the headgear in desperation.

As the generous man that he is, he resumed his quick pace, fingering you and rubbing your clit. Bo beat his cock into his fist, aiming at your breasts. Your moans increased as your peak raced against the fast ticking, and you felt your thigh muscles tense as your orgasm washed over you. The ticking from the timer immediately stopped, and the pressure from the headgear loosened back up.

Mark continued pumping his thick fingers into you through it, quietly praising you. Bo let out a low groan as he released spurts of cum onto your breasts and chest, decorating your torso in pearls. As your body calmed down, Mark withdrew his fingers from you and smeared his wet-coated fingers on your inner thigh.

You weakly lifted your hands to remove the trap from your head, only for both men to grab your wrists. This was far from over.

(I might write full on sex for a next part, depends on how this one goes 🩷)

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

If we can't get another season of dbd, at least we're getting another season of Wednesday. Wednesday and Enid are highkey the sapphic version of Edwin and Charles

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

Quite the sad times for me now. Tearful blorbos for a slight catharsis.

[variouspolltournaments]

[caitlynscat]

Detective Wenclair AU 8

Somber music playing in the background

Enid internally: This investigation is taking a toll on me. I haven’t been able to sleep in days. Or has it been months? I have no clue. I think I’m slowly losing it. Bianca was right. I think I should’ve stopped long ago.

Somber music playing louder

Continuing: But I cannot stop. This killer is out there somewhere. Somewhere in Jericho. Or maybe even in Nevermore? Maybe one of the students? Or the faculty? It doesn’t make sense….

Somber music playing even louder

Continuing: I don’t know who they are… or why they’re doing this. But so help me when I find this killer I will-

Enid out loud: WEDNESDAY! STOP PLAYING I CAN’T THINK!

Wednesday puts down the cello bow: My apologies my love.