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[sakura-code]

Brainrot 3

What if the Book of Death didn’t disappear when Yuma signed the contract, and multiple people were able to sign a contract with Shinigami overtime along with Yuma?

[4pfsukuna]

Hunch Punch T. Fushiguro

Sneak peak of the Enemies to lovers series and inspired by that tik tok trending sound “come here bae come sit next to me, DAMN YOU ON THE EDGE OF THE BED YOU BOUT TO FALL OFF”

Toji had promised Shiu that he’d be on his best behavior and that he wouldnt bother you. He promised no more witty remarks, no shit talking, no more of him being— him. All because little megumi loved spending time with you and avoiding Toji meant every extension of him unfortunately for little megs too. And the little brat had his death stare down to perfection it was why he had two killer dogs.

You weren't oblivious at all to Tojis stares though, specifically to the way his eyes would roam your curves or even your ass when he thought you werent looking. the floor to ceiling window of the one way hotel window had perfectly outlined his wide muscular frame and the minute you turn around his eyes avert from your frame sk quickly you almost thought you imagined it.

Lets see how well tamed he actually is?

“Hows megs?”you ask and his brows furrow for a second and he almost ask whos that because his only thoughts was that thin tiny piece of fabric that was backless showing your spine tattoo, tiny enough for you to bend over and fry his brain and thin enough to where he could see your nipples— were those nipple piercings?

Oh fuck.

“Good. Hes soo goo—“ and he stops himself in his tracks no he wasnt. “No. hes… he misses you” he shakes his head running a hand through his jet black silky hair before dragging a hand down his face.

You pout sitting down on the bed the scent of your perfume overwhelming and he has to bite his tongue to hold back one of his sly comments thats just on the tip of his lips. He clears his throat at the way you lean forward your breast pressing further into the fabric and he feels his hand grip the soft sheets tighter.

“You okay Toji?” You ask softly but your voice sounds like a goddamn siren calling out her prey he’d never heard that tone and the way you said his name has his knuckles aching from the grip.

“Your ears are red” you giggle and this man was so down bad for you so when your hand reaches out to trail from the top of the shell of his ear to the bottom he shivers grabbing your hand in a tight grip.

When his eyes look over at you your licking your lips the shiny gloss never moving from your pink thick lips.

“Are you?” His voice rasp you acted like you hated him any other time but right now it felt like he was being seduced and damn did he want to fold… and then fold you. There was only one way youd act like this.

“What were you drinking?” He ask arching a brow before you giggle again pulling your hand from his wrist.

“I had two shots… Don Julio act a foolio.” You smile and he sees the way your tongue runs over your sharp teeth. Not enough to have you drunk or even tipsy but enough for him to move further from you on the bed to the edge.

“Mmcht why you all the way over there” you suck your teeth, But its the low lided look in your eyes that has him stuck. You had mentioned something before about scorpios having a certain look they give you that locks you in a trance and he thought it was some stupid zodiac thing until he fealt nearly paralized.

“You on the edge of the bed you ‘bout to fall off” you smirk watching the wheels in his head completely stop turning and fall off track his pupils blown wide as you crawl over to him straddling his lap.

Oh, fuck megumi! the little brat hated him anyways the minute your hand touches his chest, behaving so you could come back over for megumi was over. And fuck Shiu too.

“Having fun mama?” He ask spreading his legs wider, hands coming to stabilize you quickly by your hips but fingers tips grazing the top of your ass. He doesn’t even flinch when you pull the gun from his hip dismantling all 6 pieces. The bullets clinking as they fall onto the hardwood floor.

“Keep letting your hands wander might find something else” he leans forward slightly until your hand presses into his throat making the air thicken more. His eyes wander down between the two of you drinking in every inch of you perched perfectly in his lap and he really wasn’t sure who trapped who.

“I thought you Told Shiu you were going To behave?” You tease this time using your opposite hand to caress his face slowly pulling it up to you.

“Sweetheart, this is me behaving” he chuckles his hand reciprocating yours on your neck pulling you down so his lips are against your ear your eyes fluttering shut.

“If i wasnt…” his thumb presses gently against your pressure point in your neck “id have you ride my tongue until the only thing you can remember is my fucking name.”

And your spun around so your back is up against his firm chest, buldge noticeable against your ass legs dangling on the outside of his. His hand holds your neck in place to make sure youre watching him in the reflection in the window.

“If i wasnt i wouldve ripped this slutty little dress off you and had you pinned to that window fucking so deep inside of you until theres tears” his fingers start to slide under your dress.

“ until youre begging and dont know what youre begging me for: to cum, to go faster to stop or let you breathe” his hands squeezes Around your throat tighter tongue against your ear with a soft groan that you almost miss.

“Until those pretty eyes roll back so far you cant give me the look you’ve been giving me all night” he smirks against your neck pulling your gun and knife both from under your dress dismantling it the same way you did his before returning back to your thighs thumb curling against your black lace thong. He doesnt comment on the wetness just tightens his grip on your neck.

“If youre going to try and kill me be less obvious” he snaps the lace against your clit loving the way you flunch back onto his hard on. He knew you were dangerous but fuck this was the sexiest way anybodys ever tried to kill him. He knew youd never drink on a job nor wear something that revealing but he loved being seduced by you he couldn't lie.

The way you were glairing at him had him smirking because you still looked so fucking sexy and your eyes still had that slightly seductive yet hypnotizing look. 

“Get off me” you hiss though your body shows no fight or signs of wanting to get off him. You werent in distress in the slightest. Not a drop of fear in you when your neck was in the hands of a man who could literally snap it easily if he wanted.

“I can feel how wet you are f’ me mama. You dont want me to ‘get of you’ you want me to get you off” he chuckles cupping your pussy smirking at you through your reflections watching your eyes flutter when his thumb brushes against your clit.

“You comin’ home with me after this… the brat misses you” he purrs in your ear making you nod when he pushes a thick finger inbetween your wet folds soaking his finger up with a squish. 

“Okay baby?” He needs confirmation before loosing his mind in between your legs.

“Not your b-baby” you stutter at the thrust. “But ill come—“ and he thrust further this time cutting your words off.

See megs, you can have your cake and eat it too

“I know you will mama, imma make sure you cum for me” he laughs biting on your neck listening to your soft moan and instantly knowing he’d be down bad for you, how hooked he’d be to hear that sound again.

Shit if he was going to be down bad so were you.

“Let me taste you”

[csbnova]

Rhinestone Eyes ft. Meguru Bachira

synopsis: two famous streamers cross paths one day and suddenly the world ends. it doesn’t actually, but it feels like that sometimes. shits bound to get chaotic. (it definitely already was)

content/warnings(?): a meguru bachira fic, streamer au, fluff, sensual jokes, kys jokes, sensitive language used constantly, mutual pining, does NOT follow the canon plot and is probably ooc for some chars, will probably have slow updates, please ignore timestamps unless specifically stated not to!

a/n: first smau series…lmk if there are things to improve/stuff i can work on! tysm cuties <33

taglist: open!! please submit a form here. any comments, asks, or reblogs will not be answered! (this way is easier for me :])

status: ongoing

cast: the idiots | taki munchers

prologue

i. le clean

ii. sneak diss

iii. coolio foolio

iv. total loser

v.

vi.

viii.

tba…

dividers by: @/cafekitsune, @/enchanthings, & @/undead-valentine

[loremaster]

so @yakool-foolio's new fic Solar Eclipse is pretty great, and reminded me of some more art i have had stored in my vault of "stuff to post eventually"

...the whole 'pinning yakou up against the wall and taking away his cigarette' thing?

i had drawn this before the dlc came out and i imagined vivia a bit more forward in expressing his feelings (back when i had to imagine this whole relationship dynamic for myself because they put it all in the extra paid content U_U) ...which is why i haven't posted it, bc now i feel like this is ooc. oh well.

"Last night, in my Rain Code server, the notion arose that Vivia could be possessed by another spirit when he's spiritually projecting, since his body is now without a soul and is essentially a vessel. It originally started out as just a fun idea of 'what if Melami could possess Vivia to allow her to speak through him since they're both in touch with spiritualism, kinda like a Mia Fey type deal?' And then I had to make the concept of possession oh-so much worse."

...yeah i drew that too. i remember back in december, neo said this same thing on tumblr and i immediately had to stop everything and draw this. (and this time i didn't post it bc i didn't have a scanner over winter holidays rip) ...yeah. anyway this one's just an ace attorney joke, enjoy

[renavi0]

Do ya have any Rain Code headcanons of your own or that ya like? I hope your day gets better, and if not today, tomorrow and the days after that. (@yakool-foolio)

Aww, thank you for the kind words

Oh yes, I have quite a few Rain Code headcanons, some of which I shared here too. For example, not long ago thoughts began to arise in my head about the eating habits and cooking skills of nda detectives, and I would like to share my headcanons about that

Yuma: We all know that Yuma is terrible in cooking. However, speaking about his taste preferences, since he doesn't remember the taste of food that he ate in the past, for him every dish is a new discovery. He may not express it strongly, but he likes to try new things and is in search of his favorite taste

Yakou: He isn't the most professional cook, but among the detectives he is the best. However, he rarely cooks, preferring ready-to-eat food from the store, coffee and meat buns, of course. In general, Yakou has a very chaotic diet. He sometimes skips some of the food rations and in general his diet cannot be called healthy

Halara: They never cook because they don't find the time to do so, but if they wanted, Halara could easily and quickly learn to cook. They mostly eat in cafes/restaurants and believe me, there always delicious food of excellent quality on their plate. I think Halara spare no expense for quality food

Desuhiko: He has basic cooking skills and can easily cook himself something like grilled cheese or scrambled eggs. Although Desuhiko often eats fast food and drinks sugary soda, he really enjoys home-cooked food. Desuhiko also often eats something popular because it is fashionable or to attract attention to himself

Fubuki: On the one hand, Fubuki prefers healthy and light foods that are easy to eat. On the other hand, she is always ready for discoveries and loves to try street food. Fubuki has never cooked, but she would love to try. But it will be better if she cooks with someone....

Vivia: He rarely eats and mostly eats something like a piece of bread or anything that is easy to get, doesn't require cooking and is easy to eat. I think Vivia ate little since childhood (when there are many kids in a family, it's difficult to feed them all), and he got used to feeling hunger and ignoring it. But he will not refuse the food that was cooked and brought to him. In fact, Vivia doesn’t really care what food he eats. In his heart, it will be more important to him that he eats food with someone

[kcyars99]

Oh brother here go that Misogynoir peaking yet again. Nobody gives a fuck about what yall think about “Queens” pussy poppin has never killed a soul. Why don’t you focus on drillers and the young men finding praise in the young man Foolio’s death. HOW MANY MORE RAPPERS GOTTA DIE BEFORE YALL LEAVE THE WOMEN ALONE?! Go the fuck to hell with all disrespect you must have hate your mom that’s why you hate black women tooo how dare you I hate you too just burn this is why some black girls don’t efff with black men like you

Idk what Black man needs to read this today but I promise we don’t give a flying fuck about what yall view as immoral when damn near a whole generation of young Black men are no longer on this earth because yall refuse to curtail the gun violence I promise we don’t give ANY fuck about your opinions on women in Hip Hop. And Once you began to cock worship the women beaters and killers you lost the right to debate on the women standing in hip hop dude How many more Black men in rap gotta die before yall take your own lives seriously? And how many times does a black woman have too suffer from your actions because you let the yes men raise you up knowing that you are not the greatest thing as slice bread and social media isn’t the real world and you can’t get away with things yt folks get offf easy with black men Go to HELL I don’t care how you go as long as you are burning

If sexuality is more offensive then gun violence then let me be offensive with my harlotry

Besides the gun violence is why many legends are dead before they become icons

If you can’t condemn gun violence then I don’t gaf your feelings about a woman being sexually confident in the hip hop industry and if you don’t like it we’ll welcome to HELLL POPULATION YOU!

For every complaint about pussy rap is a young Black boy somewhere in America lost without mentorship and guidance ready to pick up a gun and kill one of his peers because he lacks emotional regulation ENOUGH of the policing of grown ass women’s bodies GO father your fucking sons!!!!! We already lost a generation of Black men how many more rappers gotta die G? Stop being a Brian McKnight and raise your Motherfucking sons to save us from another tragic violent story

I’m laughing my ass off right now. Those corny ass Baptist church raps aren’t gonna get him anywhere and he’s SEETHING.

Go make some “turn up” music! LMAOOO!

But seriously 😭😭😭😭 like dawg nobody gives a fuck go mentor some young boys NOW

RIP Trouble

RIP Nip

RIP Takeoff

RIP DolphRIP PnB Rock

RIP King Von

RIP Foolio

RIP Fredo Santana

RIP….RIP……….RIP………

PUSSY RAP HAS NEVER KILLED ANYONE GO FATHER YOUR FUCKING SONS LEAVE US GIRLS THE FUCK ALONE

[thugguzzler]

What feels better than a Fresh Out Fuck on a bed made of Fried Chicken and Porn?

The 'HOMEBOY HAPPY MEAL'

Build one of your own today and give it to a Sign Flyer or Rando at a Camp. ASK if He would like a care package, (if yes) Hand it to Him with both hands and say 'enjoy Homie' (or similar short greeting) and then - this is the best part - LEAVE. Don't try to get some, don't be doochy, don't trade it for nuthin. Just give Him the fucking box NO STRINGS ATTACHED.

IF He wants to say thank you or wants to visit, chop it up Homeboy. But don't be a douche about this one thing. I promise you'll get off way more by just leaving your dick at the door.

Build your box. Give what you can but don't be a lame. Homeboy don't want any fucking more MacDonalds, honest. Think socks, wifebeaters, fresh white XL tees, a teener, 1/4 Zip of Sour Diesel, Five Crisp 20's (they the new $10's now) and/or easily carried things that fucktards who give gifts with strings won't give. Throw in some Red Ball and watch a Karen bunch herself and utter a prayer.

Do More Dude. Help a Brother Out. Homeboy Happy Meal.

Merry Muffukkin Christmas Foolio.

[vicstwashington]

Okay Well... Spoilers ahead.

Wow Okay... So no Doctor Strange or any Avengers! Although the second end credit scene will most likely have something do with DRS2.

Why is Wanda reading that book?! Clearly Agatha's Evil ass was using it! So it ain't good foolio!! Lol

Oh & Wanda's new outfit is EVERTHING!!!! I love it!!

Fietro is just Ralph Bohner. Smh Lol I rather have had the name been just Evan peters. Lol What a waste!! But how did Agatha give him powers? I really hope that isn't the last time we see Peters.

Agatha isn't dead. But just stuck as the noisy neighbor. Either someone will help her escape... Or she'll just stay trapped? She did tell Wanda the spell she did can't be unbroken.

From the second end credit scene... The boys are still around. But where? What is Wanda going to do?

Where did White Vision go after he got the real vision's memories back? He knows everything now. Will he be the one to stop Wanda in Doctor Strange 2? Cause again... from that last scene. She's going to do something Strange will have to fix.

Monica saving the boys was a great scene. Also the first end credit scene... Monica is meeting Nick Fury soon. I'm guessing she'll be in that the Secret Invasion show. that show will most likely lead into Caption Marvel 2. I just can't wait to see Monica really use her powers.

The battle between Wanda & Agatha was great. It was awesome to see Wanda out smart her. I have a feeling this won't be the last time we see them fight.

This show was more of a origin story than anything else. I'm not mad at it... But I still have a lot of unanswered questions.

Over all I enjoyed this show so much!!! Now bring on The Falcon and the Winter Soldier!!

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Bullets Only Buy Time

Loud rap music thumped from the radio inside the car. Some old stuff from the ‘90s, but it all blended together. The smell of weed smoke hung heavy in the thick clouds, billowing out of the cracks framing the vehicle’s windows. The dead of night made way to the deep blue twilight of dawn.

Still, that uneasy feeling weighed down his gut. Tension in his torso, like every muscle was so taut, steeling itself like tissue constantly only seconds away from cramping up. He did not quite feel sick to his stomach, but even his insides felt weird, tingly. D-Baser took a long drag from the blunt and passed it over to the younger man beside him, on the driver’s seat: Kid Lizard.

No matter how many times he had staged these takeovers, it never got easier. D-Baser had checked his guns more than once. Nothing ever took off the edge. Drive-bys were usually easier to keep some mental distance to.

Knowing you were gearing up to kill some people? Up close and personal? Always the tougher deal.

He checked his sub-machine guns again.

Lizard arched a brow and let his disdainful look sweep up and down the guns resting in D-Baser’s lap and hands.

“You keep checkin’ that shit like that, it’s gonna fall apart from wear 'fore we even walk in that sorry-ass joint,” he told D-Baser. “'Sides, we’re gonna need some special toys for this crazy mothafucka.”

D-Baser clicked his tongue, shook his head.

Lizard’s nostrils flared and smoke shot out of them like jets, like a dragon’s breath. He held the blunt back out to D-Baser.

“I got some tequila in the back if this ain’t enough to calm yo nerves,” Lizard told him.

D-Baser clicked his tongue and shook his head again. He rolled down his window, letting some of the heavy cloud of smoke escape. Cooler morning air poured inside, carrying the salty smell of the sea. Almost soothing. He had come to love that smell and had even missed it a bit.

“A'ight, suit yourself,” Lizard said in a high-pitched tone, smirking. He took another long drag from the blunt and placed it in the ashtray. “Might change yo mind later.”

D-Baser was doing his damnedest to zone out. He could not stand this sort of casual talk. Never liked the way some of the other muscle in their crew—especially younger ones like Lizard—did all their little rituals of chest-pounding and braggadocio to get themselves in the right mindset to walk into a place, guns blazing, and waste some sorry motherfuckers.

Unlike them, he fancied himself more Zen. Turning inward, almost like meditating. Not that he cared to learn anything so spiritual—out of respect towards ancient traditions—but just because it worked better for him. Accordingly, D-Baser’s focus blurred as he stared blankly ahead of himself.

“Shit, man, I need you on top of yo game tonight,” Lizard said. He slapped D-Baser on the chest with the back of his hand to tear him out of his trance, earning himself a glare of contempt from his homie. “I’m tellin’ ya, this one’s gonna be a weird one.”

He pointed at the five-story apartment building they had parked outside of, across the road. The silver rings on Lizard’s hands glinted in the dim light from the rising sun.

“Why the fuck are we waiting till it’s light out, anyway?” D-Baser asked him with a sneer. “The heat’s response is faster like this. What the fuck is the boss thinkin’?”

Lizard stopped pointing. His attempts at acting cool melted away and he had likely forgotten whatever he wanted to say. A lop-sided smirk stayed plastered to his face, revealing gold-plated front teeth that sparkled in the rays of morning sunlight.

The fiery ball rose across the horizon, blood-red and slicing through distant clouds.

“He didn’t tell ya nothin’, huh?” Lizard said. It did not sound like a question.

D-Baser averted his gaze and stared at the horizon. Seeing it always gave him a weird sense of nostalgia—marveling at that same vista of the morning sun as it bathed the silvery skyline of all the towering high-rises in all manner of beautiful colors, and the broken dreams it painted in his memories—mixed with the misery and death he had seen ever since and authored with his own two hands.

Those hands looked clean right now. Scrubbed them clean plenty of times before. Palms marked with wrinkles and lines, some scars from knife cuts and other scratches. How long had he been in the game already?

Another backhanded slap to his chest from Lizard brought him back. He glared at his homie again, and the tension started making way for anger. The red heat welling up in his belly rose and almost reached his hands, almost made them curl up to strike back as a little lesson.

But he appreciated it—the anger was good now. It balanced out the tension somehow.

Lizard still grinned at him like an asshole and opened the driver’s door, getting out.

“C'mon, lemme show you the toys. Yo peashooters only gonna help you so much today,” Lizard repeated.

He rounded the car to approach the trunk. The sigh that escaped D-Baser rattled out into a groan and he followed suit. The hip hop track thundering away inside their car resonated outside of it, and only know did he really consider that their targets in the block across the street might be aware that they were there.

Thick, heavy curtains masked the insides of the building. In the small cracks between them, only darkness lurked behind grimy windowpanes in desperate need of proper cleaning. That darkness stared back at D-Baser. Like something or someone in there watched.

Watched him.

He tore his gaze off the windows and the eerie absence of anybody behind them and looked at the contents of the open trunk. Lizard had already popped the lid and made a sweeping gesture with his hand, like some sort of goofy stage musician presenting his main act.

D-Baser had to look twice. He did not quite believe what he was seeing. He had expected an overkill of guns and ammo back here.

Not this.

Arrays of pointy silver rods, wooden stakes, diamond-encrusted and gilded crucifixes, mean-looking machetes, and small plastic vials with cheap stickers depicting the Holy Mother Mary.

“Yo, what the fuck is this?” he asked Lizard.

D-Baser picked up one of the sharp-tipped silver rods and weighed it, surprised by how heavy it was.

“Yo, put that shit down,” Lizard cautioned him, shoving his hand and the stake back down towards the trunk and looking around to see if anybody had seen it.

D-Baser glared at him and resisted, shaking the silver stake at him.

“What’s this Dracula shit? You fuckin’ kidding me here? Y'outta your fuckin’ mind?”

Lizard’s grin widened, so much so that it had to hurt. His gold-plated teeth drew D-Baser’s attention again, the engravings of the letters forming “LOVE” upon them on full display. D-Baser hated Lizard’s look so much. Such pretentious, flashy bullshit.

“Boss said we’d be needin’ this. That’s why we’re waiting for sun-up, yo. I’m baffled he didn’t tell you nothin’,” Lizard said, the pitch in his voice rising with each sentence.

D-Baser rolled his head, letting his neck emit some cracks. Lizard patiently awaited his response.

“I just got back from a gig outta town, haven’t met up with the boss since I got back. You seriously tellin’ me the boss thinks that Marv and his boys are fucking Draculas or somethin’?”

Lizard cackled, asking, “You been seein’ that pretty piece o’ meat on the other side o’ town? I get it.”

“Whatever—get off my ass. Answer my fuckin’ question, foolio.”

Lizard’s wide, shit-eating grin slowly crumpled, reverting to the former lop-sided smirk until it fully faded from his face. Something dark flashed in his eyes.

“Yeah, boss said this, all serious-like. Like, he slapped the shit outta OGC when he started ripping into him with jokes about his Nosferatu rant.”

Lizard was dead serious. D-Baser read it clear as day, mirroring how the warmth from the morning sun was spreading throughout his limbs as it hit upon his skin. You could not make this crap up.

Now the nausea set in.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” D-Baser muttered.

No reply from Lizard. D-Baser took a deep breath and weighed the metal stake in his hand again.

“Well, fuck. Is this like the movies? Bats, stake through the heart, heads off, garlic, and all that shit?”

Lizard grabbed a stake, some holy water, a cross, and one of the machetes, sticking the objects into his belt and pockets.

“Not gonna lie, homie. I don’t think the boss really knows himself. He sent me and Noize around town to round all this shit up and he didn’t seem to really have a specific plan.”

D-Baser stared at Lizard. The anger dissipated. He was not mad at this kid anymore.

“Shit. Boss finally fried his brain with some of the hard shit? I saw some shit outta town, but this is the whackest shit I’ve heard or seen all my fuckin’ life,” D-Baser said.

He felt like he was standing beside himself, like he was listening to himself speak. All of this was surreal in so many ways. So unsettling that, rather than sinking in, he was slipping out of his own body for a spell. Whatever he was preaching to Lizard right now, it reached his own ears with delay, like it had to pierce through a fog in his mind first. Everything he said, he said it more for himself than anything else.

Kid Lizard was still just a kid, as far as D-Baser was concerned. Sending them in broad daylight, armed with vampire hunting “toys"—as Lizard had aptly put it—to make a hit on some lowlife punks trying to muscle in on their turf?

Whatever unhinged crap the boss was sending them to do, doing it like this was bound to get the kid killed.

Then D-Baser looked up. That darkness behind the windows of that apartment building, it still loomed. Looked back at him, like something there stared at him with burning malice. The heavy bass continued to thump from inside their car, the blunt smoke had all escaped from it, his vision of the block unobscured.

The darkness, it leered. Lusted.

Lizard stayed silent.

D-Baser wondered right then and there if he was not losing his own mind. The tension was fully back, and he stuck one of the silver stakes into his belt. Crammed two of those ridiculously cheap-looking plastic holy water vials into his pocket and snatched one of the machetes, cradling its grip in his palm for a moment.

"Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” D-Baser repeated, muttering again. “Need to have some serious words with the boss after this shit.”

Lizard slammed the trunk shut and made his way back to the driver seat where he grabbed his guns.

“Sun’s up, my man,” Lizard remarked.

D-Baser returned to the car’s front as well but pushed past Lizard and grabbed the blunt from the ashtray, firing it up with his lighter again in one fluid motion, and taking a deep, long drag.

Blowing the smoke back out sounded like a hurricane to him, drowning out the thunder of his own heartbeat in his ears, the blood pumping furiously in it, carrying an appetizer of adrenaline to come. He felt it in his bones. The music still droned, though the rapping rhymes barely got through to him in any comprehensible fashion.

It did nothing to remove the edge. If anything, D-Baser felt even worse than before. Muscles so taut they felt like steel being bent to the point of snapping. His stomach had made a 360-degree twist and he counted his blessings that he had not had a bite to eat all night, or it would have probably splattered out onto the dirty curb right about now.

Where he looked at the asphalt, where sidewalk and street met in gritty marriage, he almost saw that imaginary spray of projectile vomit. Then his mind’s eye replaced it with splatters of blood.

D-Baser looked at Kid Lizard. Lizard shot him another stupid grin, theatrically brandishing his pistol and machete like some idiot posing for a lousy movie’s promo poster.

He did not even have it in him to sigh at the kid. Deep down, he knew this was not going to end badly. Lizard was going to die.

And while he silently refused to believe that vampires were real, the shadows behind those windows, leering inside the building, that darkness maintained their oppressive air. Like the curtains were hiding some ominous presence. His mind refused to combine the thoughts of some goons like Marv and the fictional concept of vampires.

Then again—had they ever seen him out in daylight?

D-Baser tossed the blunt away and leaned inside to grab a sub-machine gun. He checked it again, assuring he could shoot some motherfuckers.

“Fuck it. Let’s go kill Dracula.”

He marched towards the building with newfound determination, tightly gripping the weapons in his hands. Lizard followed with delay, taken aback by D-Baser’s fierce pace and sudden burst of determination. This was how his generation rolled.

Vampires, no vampires—did not matter one lick, all just some dumb motherfuckers who needed wasting. That was the way of this city. That was his way.

As these things always did, time slowed down and sped up in equal measure. Like a blur, D-Baser acutely registered every small detail around him and yet none of it really breeched his consciousness, waiting with unholy patience to crash down on him once his day’s work was done.

Kicking in the door, wood splintering and something smashing into a glass table, hostile reaction waited. Crept around the shadows for a few seconds. The dust had yet to settle around D-Baser as he stood inside the entrance, gun raised, allowing his eyes to suggest to the dark premises within.

Then the hissing started. People inside, hissing at him like feral cats.

The sub-machine gun’s muzzle roared to life with flashes of light, unleashing bullets all at three different targets. Figures lunged at him, leapt at him from several directions. He barely swiveled, bracing against the recoil with years of experience and training the sleek little steel weapon on each of them, gunning them down like anybody else.

One of them twitched after eating a dozen shots. Then another. He only realized after the fact that sharp fingernails had scratched his leg from the floor where one of them dropped. He rammed the metal stake right into a rib cage.

Not as deep as he had hoped. It thrashed and clawed at him, fingernails scratching up his shirt and skin like little knifes. The struggle was on, thrashing against each other as a person riddled with ten bullet holes wrestled with D-Baser at the door.

Kid Lizard was somewhere inside now, screaming, dragged through the darkness of the room by two figures, the motes of dust dancing in the meager light pouring in through the front door.

The third one had gotten up faster than D-Baser had expected, and the searing pain of fangs piercing the flesh, and blood being sucked out—it all hurt like hell.

Gritting his teeth, he did not scream. He would not. Did not want to give this creep the satisfaction. He instead slammed the vamp into the doorframe and then threw himself out with it into the sunlight.

D-Baser groaned with pain as the human figure clinging onto him—fangs sunken deep into his shoulder—exploded into flames. The fire licked at him and burnt his skin, wracking his body with searing pain. D-Baser shouted and kicked and flailed around, throwing the creature away from him, sending it rolling onto the sidewalk where she went up in bright flames like a dry bale of hay.

His own clothing had not caught fire, fortunately. Unfortunately, judging by the phenomenon he was witnessing right now, vampires were real after all.

D-Baser did not really have the capacity to concern himself with such thoughts right now, though.

Lizard’s screams behind him had died down and made way for pained, gurgling noises, orchestrated and punctuated by what sounded like wet bags of meat slapping against hard counters. Or flesh tearing. It was not like D-Baser was familiar with this sort of noise. Motherfuckers he normally dealt with tended to use guns and knives, not claws and fangs.

Emitting a string of profanities as he shot a glance down at the deep wound on his shoulder, from which blood rhythmically and menacingly pumped out, D-Baser ejected the clip from his gun and he inserted a new one to replace it with a motion reflecting his callousness and routine.

The gurgles from inside the apartment briefly sounded like Lizard was whimpering and pleading for his life.

D-Baser’s gun flared up with more automatic fire, short burst after burst peeling the horrific monsters off Lizard’s mangled, twitching, half-dead body. The vamps only reeled; the bullets only bought tiny windows of time. The stakes were not as effective as D-Baser instinctively believed.

A glint of sunlight flared up off the surface of the machete as he slung it out of its place on his belt.

More work to do.

Always work to do for men like him, in a city like this.

—Submitted by Wratts

[myamoonie]

How about I take my anger out on the brother huh? Das cool right? Bc GOD I really need it. I can get really angry over a short period of time I’m no satan tho I’m not faking a smile, fuck all that. I’m stressed and depressed.

I love y’all all of my followers n all but I really don’t like belphie stans, specifically the ones say believe belphie is right for killing mc (or that it’s okay in whatever way). You can like belphie that’s whatever because he’s not awful if u ignore that he killed mc, but for me he’s just not it. He’s very clingy and bossy n I don’t like that, he gives off a yandere vibe but the worse kind. There’s nothing I like about belphie I think he’s the first character I’ve ever genuinely disliked. He tries to start shit between Lucifer and mc and gets upset when mc shows that he’s not their favorite. Tries to get mc to ruin Lucifer and satans recently formed bond. Bc you can’t tell me calling satan Lucifer wouldn’t cause a ripple in their friendship.

I like Beel, but he still deadass tried to kill me over custard. I’m always hungry n I kinda relate, however I can and will forget to eat and getting sad will make me lose my appetite which makes it harder to remember to eat. Beel cool I don’t really have much to say. I wish he’d defend mammon bc he seems like the only other caring character but he has his own problems so I understand a lil.

Asmo just needs a hug I’ll provide but damn does he really need one. I feel like asmo has depression n needs constant validation. People give him it yeah but he knows it’s all bc of his charm or bc of how attractive he is and just wants someone to love him for him and he’s clinging to the hope that mc will (n based off my time within this fandom not many of them reciprocate his feelings) I’m someone who picks a fave at the beginning and doesn’t change,, or at least tries not to.

I think all the brothers has their own issues n take it out on mammon but that’s for later.

Satan is okay, I really hope people stop associating him (in game) with Lucifer bc they’re not the same person and he’s tearing himself apart trying to prove that to everyone. Yeah sure they may have some similarities but bitch they’re related!! And they live together you pick up habits from people u live around. But none of that excuses how he talks to mammon.

Levi’s cool, he a lil bitch but a cool one. He’s trying his best I know. The constant need to tell mammon how terrible Levi thinks he is is annoying and unnecessary. I’ll admit it’s super fucking annoying when someone doesn’t pay back their dues and that he probably decided to give mammon one more chance when handing money over to mammon but still foolio! Stop fucking giving him money it’s not helping u or him. You’ve been around him for CENTURIES AND UR STILL DOING THIS. Who’s the real clown gotdamn.

Mammon’s baby case closed. Mammon hasn’t done shit to us but tbh he doesn’t get an opportunity to. Luci puts mammon onto us the first day and it’s his responsibility to take care of us with the threat of punishment hanging Over his head so he didn’t have much wiggle room. he does threaten to eat us a few times and does go through our stuff looking for things to sell buuuuut it’s what he does Damn it. It’s like getting mad at Beel for eating at 2am. Mammon just might get physically sick if he doesn’t do something related to money we don’t know either way I stan him and he’s baby. All my faves are the type that I wanna protect from others who’ll make fun of them (ex: jumin, Zapp, Baku) they may be assholes but they’re my assholes.

Luci’s a little bastard. I cannot stand to be told what to do it bothers me so much he reminds me of my mother with him feeling like the only means of displine are physical and humiliation. A lot of the shit he did just pissed me off bc I don’t like him, I don’t wanna dance with him n I definitely don’t wanna be alone with him. Even now I don’t like him. I understand how stressful it can be to watch over a bunch of little shits that don’t appreciate you and everything you’re doing for them but that’s not the way to do it. But he’s a demon, pride at that. So he can’t comprehend compassion and empathy ig. But how long is that excuse gonna work??

None of the brothers truly gave a shit about mc, I genuinely think the boys are/were affected by their pacts. Since afterwards they get much nicer (idk for sure bc belphie was ‘nice’ before and after his pact) it could also explain why Lucifer avoided making a pact for so long,, but I don’t remember much,,,,

No mammon I will not make up with your brothers they SUCK!!

Basically: I don’t like belphie and all his brothers owe mammon an apology.

[duffybagarik]

Music ( wk 29 )

Ion got nothing else to talk so we gonna talk about music. So my favorite type of music to listen to is rap music. My favorite artist are Kodak Black, glokknine, rod wave, youngboy, and more. I got more but i cant remember off top. Some of my favorite songs i listen to is Word on the street by lil baby or any youngboy or rod wave song. My favorite song by glokknine rn is front door. And just anything by kodak is automatic gas 🔥🔥 but yeah thats just who i listen to. I mainly listen to florida rappers cause i like the sound if that makes sense. Florida has a style and accent to the music here and i have a feel for that more than other places. I also listen to julio foolio i like bibby story, and voodoo, and his other music its really good. Another artist i listen to is nocap. Hes currently locked up right now but he’lp be out soon. Kodak is also locked up aswell but you know its free the main sniper till the end 🧟‍♂️💤 Thats the music i listen to.

[whoiskt]

a couple years ago at the cinema a marketing position opened up and i was like “i don’t want it i just became a manager and i don’t want to go into marketing” and now as i apply for several marketing jobs i feel like a gotdamnt foolio

[hareofhrair]

I’ve been tryin to get a hang on drawin animals/anthros. I think I’m working out a cute style for it. my room mate says it’s too cute for those high dollar nsfw commissions tho lmao oh well. 

bottom one is my friend JJ’s character Foolio. the rest I just made up as I was drawin em. I’m kind of attached to that mona lisa looking collie. I feel like her name is Julia...

[loremaster]

Curious about a fusion between Vivia and Zilch (could be either real Zilch or the hitman, I feel like their differences in personality could lead to interesting design elements if you plan on incorporating that into the mix for these fusions). Catboy and dogboy! (@yakool-foolio)

@yakool-foolio and @alfiely-art both asked for zilch and vivia

[renavi0]

5 favorite characters (tag game)

I don't usually do things like that, but this one looks fun! Thank you for tagging me, @leecherish !

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone’s favourite.

I'll just say 4 of my favorite characters. But they settled in my brain so hard so they don't come out

Tagging: @junko-jinko , @yakool-foolio , @loremaster , @kazinsblog and @draconicsparkle

I hope it doesn't bother you too much. Feel free to do that or not