#gentleman!geno

[freebooter4ever]

my setup is basically teddy holding my ipad while im still in bed here w the sound off bc i wont understand anything anyway 🤣 i cant rewind on this stream eithr so forgive me if i miss things im very sleepy

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

Hello✨ May i request a Headcanons for Yandere Genos & Garou? Thank you very much!

🍄: hi hi! Absolutely!!!! i love Garou so much >< i hope you liked these! i’m still trying to get use to writing :3

Yandere Genos Headcanons:

Genos is intelligent and calculative

I just also believe him to be a delusional yandere who just wants to keep you safe

It doesn’t matter what you refer to him as either. He just knows that you’re his and he’s yours.

Genos is always watching over you. He used some of Child Genius’s tech to give to Dr. Kuseno to have access to watch you all the time

He’s watches you all the time and you’re unaware of it

whether you find it overwhelming or charming doesn’t matter to him! he’s always going to be be your side

if you didn’t accept him as yours and still tried “seeing” other people. it’s not like you’d get the chance. Nobody wants to upset Demon Cyborg™️

nobody even understands why it’s such a big deal! and that can be more frustrating if you’re resisting him. You have the perfect “boyfriend” what more could you want?

Him constantly being around you. Pressure from the public who doesn’t understand he’s a stalker!

You do slowly accept your fate with him

Even though it was unsettling at first, having food be cooked for you all the time was slowly becoming a perk. How did he get in? it doesn’t matter (he has a copy)

Genos understands human relationships concepts and does his best accordingly. but his little yandere bug just messes with him sometimes

His grips gets a little too tight if somebody else is talking to you too long but he’ll softly let go if you say ouch

again your safety matters, so he never wants to harm you

It’s a good thing you didn’t force him to have to hurt you. It’s a good thing you accepted him early on

Yandere Garou Headcanons:

The hottest and coldest mf to have as your yandere

You can feel when he’s near just by the piercing gaze of his. You can’t see him but he sees you and you know it

You can’t escape him either

He comes and goes as he pleases with the “soft” reminder that you’re his

You helped him once not realizing who he was

ever since he decided you were his to keep and his keeper as well

You would try to report him but with him always being gone and no evidence of destruction, you’re waved off as boy who cried wolf

Now that nobody’s gonna help you. Garou feels inclined to do whatever

He’s not sleeping on the couch. He’s sleepin in your bed. (he’s gentleman and gives space while sleeping but you both always wake up in each others arms, much to your “displeasure”)

He’s a leech. doesn’t do anything around the house! what a bum

But when you do warm up to him, those nice little hugs from the behind and weird awkward compliments are a little charming

if he wasn’t a self proclaimed hero killer

it’s best to get use to him. Neither of you are leaving this “relationship” if ever.

[hnwd]

Here a fanchild Reaper x Ink, live m'y sweet baby now youre in the multiverse haha !

Physically Ether is not particularly tall, he is 1m69 tall, and has white and black bones mottled with spots or diamonds. On his forehead is a black diamond, his left eye has black eyelashes and black marks (three diamonds decreasing outwards) his right eye has white eyelashes and white marks). He does not have pupils with changing shapes, but his pupils are very colored in one to three colors, or even four, they can be of a single color at a time, the same or different, changing regularly in a fascinating spectacle. Ehter will mostly have his wings out, they are black and white, and their pattern changes according to his desire, we can therefore represent him freely with different wings of a mixture of black / white pattern, or a wing completely of one color and the other different, the two same ect ect, it’s up to you! (although Ether could make himself bigger, he doesn't do it because he feels in an unpleasant position in this case). He is also ambidextrous.

The name Ether, although it came from mutual agreement, came to each of the parents with different meanings that they hoped would influence the child's development. Ether for ink was both supposed to be a material medium filling space, a desire that his child never have the duality of wandering without a soul, but also in a darker sense of a story he had read , summarizing in his story that the Aether was synonymous with a stone of immortality in exchange for the blood of others. On Reaper's side, he accepted this name considering that it refers to the God Ether, god personifying the upper parts of the sky and its light.

Ether is not the first child of Ink and Reaper, they had a life long before with their respective partners, Reaper with Geno, then Geno becoming Error, Error with Ink then separation. However, Ether is the eldest child of this duo, he is rather neutral for children with the other partners.

Ether has a particular character, although he is extremely good at forming relationships, he generally considers himself detached from the crowd, even superior. This comes as much from his abilities as from his natural character, he loves chaos immensely, and appreciates creating and changing the destiny of others for his own amusement, a true free electron with a seductive smile he will rarely play fair against others. In reality he really likes games, board games, logic, although part of his joy comes from the fact that he wins easily by knowing the future, otherwise or he cannot, Ether will prove to be a a player terribly ready to face, with particularly keen logic and determination, we can recognize in his style of play, that of the gods of death and their Plans.

Ether is really chilly, to compensate for that ink created heated clothing for him that covers him completely, that's why Ether wears many layers of clothing, ironically, born on December 13 and loving winter he remains a eternally chilly lover of snowflakes.

Ether draws, although he doesn't have Ink's talent, he really likes drawing and painting, he loves colors and cute things, as much as sobriety and elegance.

Hermaphrodite, There is no preference on pronouns, nor on the fact of being bottom or top, he is a lover just as colorful and sparkling as Ink but also much more polite and gentleman than we think. These are more personal values than a real internet so you have to be careful not to misunderstand the signals it sends you. He has a favorite outfit, but otherwise he likes clothes of one kind or another and has done so since he was little.

Ether has several abilities, his main one which he developed from his birth was that of seeing the future, acts, actions, all this was disconcertingly easy, like a TV where he could move forward or change channels as he wanted. wish, his childhood was disconcertingly easy. Although this demigod does not have the ability to instill death with a simple touch, ether is a shape-shifter, in the most literal sense, being able to change his own bodily and magical structure to take another form, he does not use this power too much, quite simply because the pain he feels is truly terrible and exhausts him, he once described to his mother, Ink, that when he transformed he felt each of his bones break into pieces. middle of the song and his soul is torn in two before reforming into a new body. Aether's wings also come from this ability so he rarely puts them away. His last special ability is that of pact, as long as the person or person makes a pact with him, he can literally force people however he wants.

He also used this power against the gods of Reapertale, after learning that they mainly belittle the role of Reaper. There came a provocation to offer them the bars in a game and if that was the case they would all have to cede their role to Reaper, not having been taken seriously they accepted in an ironic way, pact validated, Ether blocked them in an infinite hour and forced them to play against yes recovering their power one by one, he nevertheless lost the tournament when Reaper arrived sensing that something was wrong, beating Ether he made him give back his powers and made him to apologize. This didn't influence their relationship, but it didn't help the relationship between the other gods either.

It can be considered in any camp whether neutral good bad, satars dances or Bads sanses

[malkinfashion]

Sartorial Spotlight: Geno's Bomber Jacket

With the release of Apple TV's "Masters of the Air," bomber jackets are sure to come back into fashion any minute now.

Geno has been sporting the "Custom Cream Knit Bomber" from Gentleman's Playbook since 2021.

Here's a closeup of the jacket, as worn by Tom Marchitelli, the designer:

Although PK Subban complimented Geno for what he thought was a Brunello Cucinelli look, Tom confirmed that he actually made the jacket. He has made similar versions for other athletes as well.

Dak Prescott of the Dallas Cowboys has a two-striped version featuring tan leather at the shoulders.

Jon Weeks of the Houston Texans has a similar jacket to Geno, though he added a zipper pocket on the sleeve.

Jimmy Garoppolo of the Las Vegas Raiders picked a tan-striped version similar to Geno's.

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Update 228 Review: Horse-Trading

Introduction

HUZZAH! The Psychic Sisters Arc is over at last! It started well, it ended well, but there's only so long I can give a shit about Tatsumaki throwing a tantrum and throwing Saitama through things.

Story

Eh, let's make it short and sweet. The chapter deals with the immediate aftermath of Tatsumaki's tantrum through to the next day or two as the fallout looks set to begin in earnest. Along the way, a few sharp deals are struck.

Meta: Ho ho ho

Blackmailers Anonymous

Something I was very glad to see changed for the Blizzard Group in this arc was them being largely hapless. Earlier, we saw Eyelashes, Mountain Ape, Lily, and a few others valiantly try fighting to prevent Apollo from leaving with Fubuki and Tatsumaki. Amidst the air of general discouragement, Eyelashes leads the surviving group to follow Fubuki with purpose, and they don't back down even faced with Tatsumaki. This chapter, we see yet another Blizzard Group member, an as-yet unnamed guy with a distinctive mohawk, show another talent: hacking. Neither he nor Fubuki are slow on the uptake as to what

Thanks to a little negotiating, Fubuki is able to persuade McCoy to concoct a monster attack to explain away the damage to the Hero Association building, Tatsumaki obliges by scattering the monster parts outside -- and coincidentally smuggles Psykos out in the process.

Tatsumaki brazenly insists on being the one to apprehend the escaped Psykos, leveraging her knowledge that the executives didn't want their cover up blown.

However...

If McCoy is smiling, that's because as far as he's concerned, what Tatsumaki and Fubuki have been up to are amateur hours in the damaging information game. He's happy for them to run their hustle for now.

If the Psychic sisters were more astute, they'd be worrying about the operations chief being more amused than annoyed, but they're amateurs.

Speaking of amateurs, let's spare a moment to look at Gearsper. Lots of people have been giving him the side eye for insisting that Tsukoyomi couldn't possibly be real. We do think the gentleman protests too strenously, but what his angle is remains to be seen.

Enlightented Self-Interest Is Next To Altruism

It's official -- I am never getting over how bottle-blonde baby Forte is. No wonder he goes around with hat and sunglasses: he looks too young to be out unsupervised.

He wisely apologises to Saitama and tells the others that it's in their best interests to ensure that they stay on Saitama's good side. Oh, and feed his pets already. Good -- that's the third day of no food, water, or shelter that Rover and Black Sperm were looking forward to.

That said, there is a very strange translation choice in what Forte says, at least as translated by the fan group. Google Translate and individuals insist that what Forte offers to Saitama (other than his old clothes) is a visit to a restaurant that does delicious food and Saitama crying off sick. It has been translated as Forte offering to go clothes shopping with Saitama and Saitama being creeped out.

I'm waiting for Viz to translate, and if it doesn't agree, believe me, I'm asking questions.

Also acting with enlightened self-interest is Saitama, who asks Genos not to report Tatsumaki on the basis that she deserves her time in the limelight. Of course, we're aware that behind his apparent generosity of spirit is the awareness that shared credit means shared blame.

And a billion yen's worth of blame is really too much for one poor-ass hero.

The Chickenheads Come Home to Roost

Despite everything, the good ship Titanic (um, I mean the Hero Association) seems to have weathered the storm. The public, and their rich donors, are back onside having been reassured that the disturbance was just terrible monsters and all is well.

Well.

With that terrible security of the Hero Association's, it's not been hard for Child Emperor to find out the truth of what was actually going on. To say that he's not impressed is an understatement. All is forgiven, Phoenixman!

The only questions are: 1) How far has he dug? 2) How much damage will he cause?

Speaking of callbacks, remember way back when an inoffensive monster pangolin was systematically skinned alive for its scales until it bloomed into a highly-dangerous demon-level monster? Metal Knight looked cynically on the whole affair.

It looks like selling monsters on the black market is much more widespread than we initially thought. Fubuki having evidence of McCoy personally looking to enrich himself was very unedifying. And he's not the only one. However, that's not the worst of it.

Never mind the personal profit motive -- if they're lucky, the monsters are just going to wealthy individuals keen to have the most exotic pets ever.

If they're unlucky, there's outfits who have plans to use monsters to make weapons. I don't need the webcomic to point that out:

Maybe Drive Knight is ethical and above board (cynical laugh), but some of the outfits developing those weapons could be intending to use them against the Hero Association.

[strawberryvanillablast]

(Sorry for some old art that was already shown.)

So, Swap AU time!

Geno Giovanna:

Going by the alias Geno, ♡♪!? has one dream and one dream only: to reform the underground. He's a bit aloof at first, but underneath that exterior, a kind-hearted gentleman is at its core. Geno is adept in many abilities, such as the Geno Beam and Geno Whirl!

(Yeah, he doesn't have a Stand here. But he can see Stands!)

Giorno:

Taking possession of a doll, the star spirit Haru is tasked by the higher authority to repair the Star Road and save everyone's wishes. He is a bit of a shy boy with sometimes a narrow focus on his mission, but he is super sweet and just needs some time to open up.

(His Stand Powers are what to he refers to as abilities)

[agomeangelcat]

For your record of ragnork, how would the fighters react from both sides react to Jeanne winning? Also what would be some memorable interactions between her and the gods?

TW: lil violence.

Context: The God Joan faced compared her to his daughters, and asked her to smile before killing him, but before he could say the phrase Jaon just decapitated him.

Some of the Gods:

Zeus didn't expect a woman in battle, but he was acting as perverted as he was throughout the fight, and when Joan decapitated her opponent, he just stopped like: oh...shit.

Shiva didn't know whether to be angry or impressed that out of all the fighters, it was an almost completely fair fight using only swords, something like fencing. And seeing God being beheaded...it wasn't a pretty scene.

Loki just blinked with a smile, in disbelief, it was the death of a God more grotesque even if simple.

Thor, surprised that Joan can lift such a large sword, let alone kick the sword.

Buddah let out a loud "HA" because he knows that a woman killed in fire would show nothing less than fury in battle goes "What a woman!".

Hermes wonders if the warrior woman would be able to stop him, the idea of ​​her being able to keep up with him makes him curious.

Beelzebub, Simp mode on, as soon as Joan took the crucifix off her neck, Beelzebub was bright-eyed throughout the fight.

Ares was surprised by Joan's knowledge of fighting and fury, seeing her great soldier spirit, equaling that of a knightly muse.

Some of the Humans:

Sasaki, woman who can break him in half? he's in, Sasaki won't admit it but seeing Joan fight sparked something in the old samurai.

Leonidas, he's a gentleman, he just got on cheerleader mode loudly, he's proud of human women, he needs to talk to her.

Tesla, would like to have science class time with Jaon...literally to compare ancient and modern science through the eyes of someone like her.

Jack, thought a fair fight and lady, a fair lady for sure.

Interactions that would be very "Wow thats so cool":

Joan and Beelzebub would probably be "partners", I imagine something like the panels of One Punch man, Genos and Tatsumi (I don't ship them but the arts are good).

Joan being held like a cat wanting to show how badass she is, and Buddah says " Set fire to them Joan!” when she tries nothing comes out and she just says "I can't do it on command!" and Buddah goes: "She can't do it on command!"

Joan and Nostradamus are friends and he is the only one who can touch her without the armor...Apollo trying with all his might to touch her without the armor.

Imagine Joan enjoying the pampering of the modern world after suffering so much, she is full and beautiful in a white summer dress shopping, a reference to the intro of the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's and Buddah is just the one who crosses her way.

[imgntn1933]

*THE HANDSOME GENO STAR ROAD*

### A Night of Elegance in the Classic Hall

On a beautiful night, Geno, the renowned hero from Mario RPG, attended a classic gala held in a grand mansion styled after the 1890s era. That evening, Geno appeared in the most elegant attire: a black tailcoat, a white shirt, a bow tie, and a tall top hat. This ensemble made him look exceptionally handsome and captivating.

As Geno arrived at the front of the mansion, gas lamps illuminated the night with a soft glow, creating a magical ambiance. Geno stepped out of the horse-drawn carriage that brought him there. As he set foot on the entrance steps, the women guests around him immediately took notice.

"Who is that handsome gentleman?" whispered a young lady in a light blue gown to her friend.

"He must be a nobleman!" her friend replied, gazing at Geno with sparkling eyes.

Geno confidently walked towards the main door of the mansion. Every step he took was accompanied by whispers of admiration from the ladies standing by the stairs. A friendly smile graced his face, making him even more enchanting.

"That gentleman... he is so handsome," said another young lady in an elegant red gown to her companion.

"What a perfect appearance," her friend, dressed in an emerald green gown, replied, covering her mouth with a fan to hide her nervousness.

Geno finally reached the mansion's inner corridor, filled with luxurious decorations and glistening crystal chandeliers. The ladies standing along the corridor couldn't help but notice him as well.

"I've never seen a man like him," whispered a girl with long blonde hair.

"He’s sure to capture everyone's attention tonight," another girl replied, smiling shyly.

Geno walked gracefully through the corridor, aware of the significant impact of his appearance. He gave a friendly smile to everyone he met, adding to his already overflowing charm.

When he finally entered the main hall of the gala, all eyes were on him. The ladies whispered to one another, praising his handsomeness and charisma. Geno stepped inside, ready to enjoy a night filled with elegance and luxury, knowing that he had captured many hearts simply with his presence.

In the main hall, the gala was in full swing. Classical music played beautifully, and the guests danced gracefully. Geno became the center of attention, surrounded by ladies eager to talk and dance with him. That night, Geno was not just a hero, but also a star shining brightly in the crowd, creating beautiful memories in the hearts of everyone present.

THE END

[leprechaunsthings]

We need more geno with a monocle. Geno with a monocle supremacy ong

Look at him! Such a distinguished gentleman 😌

Geno belongs to loverofpiggies

[skeletalscallybones]

2 and a half men are going to stop your cruel genocide (This is something that I made for @tooblindtizzy ‘s DR 2 and a half men series that I have recently became a fan of starring Gonta, Korekiyo, & Ryoma. Since there are also three geno bosses in UT, I thought this would be a fun idea to draw up! As a bonus for all of you, here are some track names for these three.) OST 098:Wild Reawakening of a True Gentleman OST 099:BEAUTY of Humanity OST 100:CRIMINAL’S PUNISHMENT

[happyhornqvist]

thots on the pens @ cats game 3/4/2023

this was my first pens game in 4 years (since the 2019 playoffs!) and my first game since hörny was tragically traded. here are my thots:

-dumo tried so very hard to give a kid the puck at warmups, he fumbled a bit but he got that kid the puck eventually!!

-jarry hung out inches from me at warmups and god. he is even more breathtakingly pretty in person. it’s unfair to the rest of us.

-tanger was constantly showing the other dudes his ass during warmups. like, constantly bending over. i have no explanation for it (i don’t think he was in pain?) and sadly only have one bad pic but have it anyway:

-an older gentleman at warmups asked me how hörny was doing with the cats (i was wearing a pens hörny jersey) and we commiserated about him no longer being a penguin. another pens fan, as i was walking the concourse before the game, said nothing to me but patted my shoulder and smiled sadly in what i am choosing to see as commiseration as well. we all mourn hörny!

-i was sitting in a mostly cats fan section, and the cats fans near me had season tix. they were lovely, and even nicer when i told them i’m a cats fan for any other game. best experience with fans of a home team i rooted against that i’ve had in any hockey arena i’ve been to, bar none.

-sid got MIGHTILY SQUISHED against the boards right in front of me. the face of utter dorkiness he made in that split second will haunt me forever. thanks, sid!

-the pens were SO PISSED OFF. like, every time someone skated by, you could tell by the look on their face. i wish i’d gotten a picture of geno skating by once because he had murder in his eyes and it was sexy scary.

-my uber driver home was incredibly florida-stereotypical homophobic, somehow not realizing he had a whole-ass hockey dyke in his car?? honestly it was more funny than offensive by the end

-i want to end this on a happy note so i will just say that even though they lost and desmith was in net, there is absolutely nothing like watching penguins hockey live and i’m so glad i’m back into hockey again!

[chanelfunnell]

Connor McDavid and Ovechkin

a lot of questions and one about rivalry between Crosby and McDavid and generally Crosby and so his arch rival Alex Ovechkin.

You need to see this bcs I think Sidney Crosby was super nice to pushy Ovi with his showcase of toddler Ovi Jr. I don't think there is an open rivalry between Crosby and McDavid. I think Connor McJesus was quite star struck but he's is a defo better player not just based on stats. Sidney Crosby is a different sort of the player.

So where is Ovechkin? Beside desperately chasing open nets and record points? Wellat a super level like Crosby, just in the age group different to McDavid and so McDavid is still with a bright future.

Crosby watches as a silent observer puffed up chest of Ovi and McDavid.

You can't stop McDavid. He is too fast, except pensioners as two wings Sidney Crosby is perha0s the best whole player so far and a decade older so it's different ,generation,. Certainly in NHL.

Macho Ovi. We remember his rivalry with Sidney and a hat trick against Chicago Blackhawks, still super gentleman like sportkanship by the Blackhawks and Sidney Crosby.

I think also as I don't want to go into politics that Ovechkin is a macho star and it goes with all stuff included so a package of TV, politics and all meddling as he was born to elite former Soviet basketball stars and he was super talented but wealthy nepo baby compared to Russian naive type of hill Billy from Siberian industrial town Eugeny Malkin with one old pair of skates and a huge talent. Born to hardworking blue collar working family pitching any fiver and Geno hoping to play an ice hockey professionally.

Connor KcDavid is a new recordman not just with 800 games.McJesus, other ginger Canadian from the Oilers after Duncan Keith.

[eighteaseven]

Title: Mont-Tremblant

word count: ~3.7k

tags: valet!Sid, gentleman!Geno, 1920s au, PWP

rating: E

warnings: explicit sex, implicit cultural homophobia

My submission to the @sidgenophotochallenge

The most beautiful man Zhenya’s ever seen opens the door and smiles kindly at him.

“Bienvenue à Chateau d’ Mont-Tremblant, Monsieur Malkin.”

Zhenya stares, starstruck, but only for a moment until the wind blows snow against the back of his neck and he steps into the warmth of the mansion.

He smiles back at the footman and rummages through his limited repertoire of French phrases.

“Merci beaucoup. Parlez-vous russe ou anglais?”

“I can speak English, sir,” he says as he shuts the door firmly.

“I’m relieved! My French, it’s very bad. English is little bit better.”

“Glad to be of service, sir. I’m Crosby, the first footman.”

“Nice to meet. They will bring my things inside?” he asks gesturing vaguely to the door.

“Yes, sir. And they’ll take your horses to the stables.”

“Good. Tell them take extra care of my horses, yes?”

“Of course, sir,” Crosby says as he leads Zhenya through the entry hall.

“They very good ponies. I rent them in Montréal. Stableman says they called Valeur and Victoire, but I say is too serious. They funny ponies. Call them Iceberg and Penguin. Like to play in the snow. Give them lots of carrots!”

The footman tries to stay professional, but he can’t help the laugh that escapes.

“Iceberg and Penguin? I’ll make sure the stable-hands are informed.”

“Thank you. Is very important,” he says with a grin.

Crosby smiles back and asks, “Would you like to see Seigneur Lemieux before dinner or should I take you to your rooms?”

“Like to see Lemieux first, if he’s not busy,” Zhenya replies.

“Very well, sir.”

Crosby stops in front of a large, ornate door and knocks.

“Seigneur Lemieux?” he asks.

“Entrez!”

“Mon Seigneur, Monsieur Malkin est arrivé. Allez-vous le recevoir?”

“Oui!”

Crosby opens the door wider and steps back, gesturing Zhenya forward.

“Seigneur Lemieux, Monsieur Malkin. Mister Malkin, Lord Lemieux.”

Lemieux stands up from behind his desk and walks toward Zhenya.

“Malkin, you scoundrel! It’s been ages!” he says and gathers him in a friendly embrace.

“Not long enough, Lemieux!” Malkin jokes, returning the hug.

“How have you been?”

“Good. Your footman very nice, put up with my English!”

Lemieux smiles.

“I’m glad to hear it. I’d forgotten your deficiency in French. I suppose we’re both lucky Crosby’s the most competent footman in Québec, no?”

“Yes, very lucky,” Zhenya says as he smiles at Crosby.

Crosby’s cheeks flush just a hint, and he demurs, “You’re too kind.”

He steps back and turns to Lemieux, “Is there anything else I can do for you, mon Seigneur?”

“There is. I planned to have Letang valet Malkin, but he only speaks French. Would you be willing to valet through the winter?”

“Of course, mon Seigneur.”

“I have some business to finish up here. Would you take Malkin to his rooms, prepare him for dinner?”

“Oui, mon Seigneur.”

“I’ll see you at dinner, Malkin,” Lemieux dismisses kindly.

Malkin nods, “Lemieux,” and follows Crosby out of the study.

Crosby leads him down a corridor, then up a flight of stairs, and down another hall.

“So you my valet for winter here?” Zhenya asks.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m very happy for this,” he says sincerely.

“It’s my pleasure, sir,” Crosby responds.

“I’m never have valet before, so you have to teach me, yes?”

“Never?”

Zhenya shakes his head.

Crosby stares at him for a moment, then says, “Well, it’s quite simple, sir. Whatever you need, I provide.”

“Anything?” Zhenya asks teasingly.

Crosby smiles, “Yes, sir.”

“What if I’m need very big elephant? You find for me?”

Crosby laughs, “The work of a minute, sir.”

“If I’m need piece of the moon, you get for me?”

“Easily, sir,” he teases back with a crooked smile.

“If I need sweets from the kitchen, you bring to me?”

“Well, now you’ve gone too far, sir,” he jokes.

Zhenya laughs.

As they turn the corner, a servant passes by. Crosby’s smile is replaced with a professional reserve. He straightens his back and clears his throat.

“Your bags and suitcases should have been brought to your rooms. Is there a particular suit you would like to wear to dinner?”

“You pick which one you like best.”

“Yes, sir.”

At the end of the hall, Crosby stops and opens the door and gestures Zhenya in. The rooms are beautifully decorated and a fire is crackling in the sitting room. Zhenya’s suitcases and bags sit next to a chaise lounge. Several large, arched windows provide a beautiful view of the snow blanketing the estate.

“Very beautiful,” Zhenya observes.

“I’ll pass the complements on to Dame Lemieux.”

Zhenya starts to unbutton his outercoat.

“Allow me, sir,” Crosby says as he steps forward and begins to open Zhenya’s heavy coat.

Zhenya’s arms fall to his sides and he stares at Crosby’s face, focused on the buttons of his coat. His hands move efficiently down Zhenya’s front. When he’s finished he walks around to Zhenya’s back and gently pulls the coat off him.

“This what valets do?” Zhenya asks with a rough voice.

“Yes, sir,” he responds with a gentle smile as he walks across the room toward the fireplace.

Zhenya clears his throat, then walks to the chaise lounge and lays down on it. He watches as Crosby hangs his coat by the fire to dry the melted snow, then begins to unpack Zhenya’s belongings.

He’s beautiful in the way he moves, Zhenya thinks. Graceful. He tries not to stare too much, but it’s so hard to look away.

He unpacks Zhenya’s clothes first, opening garment bags, pulling the suits from them and hanging them in the closet, neatly organized by level of formality. His travelling suits on the left of the closet to his black tails on the right. He pulls a suit from the center right of the closet and turns to Zhenya.

“Will this suffice for dinner?”

Zhenya nods.

Crosby sets it aside and continues unpacking Zhenya’s belongings while Zhenya continues watching him.

“Would you like to dress for dinner now?” Crosby asks after he has finished with Zhenya’s luggage.

Zhenya stands up as an answer. Crosby walks up behind him and deftly pulls his already unbuttoned suit jacket from his shoulders then lays it on the chaise lounge. He turns back and gently pushes on one of Zhenya’s shoulders to turn him around.

He smiles at Crosby once they’re face to face and Crosby smiles back. He holds his hand out and Zhenya stares at it.

Crosby’s lips twitch, and he kindly says, “Cufflinks next.”

Zhenya lifts his right arm and places his hand in Crosby’s. Zhenya absentmindedly rubs his thumb across the delicate bones of Crosby’s wrist.

Crosby glances up at Zhenya’s face. He looks just for a moment then back down. When Crosby switches to his left cuff, Zhenya again drags his thumb along Crosby’s wrist, this time deliberately. Crosby clears his throat and turns to put the cufflinks in the jewelry box sitting on the table near the chaise.

Maybe, Zhenya thinks.

Crosby returns and lifts his hands to Zhenya’s neck, gently pulling at the knotted tie. With his hands against his neck, Zhenya knows Crosby can feel his blood racing.

He lifts his chin and Crosby pulls the knot loose, then pulls the end through the knot and lets the tie drape over Zhenya's shoulders.

His fingers slide beneath Zhenya’s shirt collar. When he flips it up, his thumb brushes across the apple of Zhenya’s throat and he swallows reflexively.

He can hear Crosby’s breath catch.

Their eyes meet as he pulls the silk tie off Zhenya’s shoulders and drops it to the floor.

Though Zhenya’s never had a valet before, he knows that jackets, cuffs, and ties are all the undressing a valet usually does. When Crosby places both hands on his shoulders, Zhenya's breath catches.

Maybe this flirtation hasn't been imagined. Not just him longing for a beautiful man, but something real, something returned, Zhenya hopes.

Crosby drags both his thumbs across Zhenya’s collarbones and Zhenya tenses. After a couple of passes, back and forth, he pushes Zhenya’s suspenders off his shoulders and they fall to his sides.

He reaches back up to Zhenya’s neck and unbuttons the two buttons near his collar, then rubs his thumb against the base of Zhenya’s throat. Zhenya releases a long-held breath.

Crosby drags his palm down the crisp white shirt covering Zhenya’s chest and his fingers dance down Zhenya’s body, easily pulling the buttons from their openings. When he reaches the bottom he firmly grips the shirt and pulls it up, untucking it from Zhenya’s trousers.

He slides his hands beneath Zhenya’s unbuttoned shirt, against his stomach and slowly ghosts them up his body until they sit under his shirt on top of his shoulders. Crosby steps forward and Zhenya can feel his breath against his throat as he pushes the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Crosby looks back up at him and drops to his knees.

Zhenya can’t help but moan.

Kneeling like he is, Zhenya knows it’s impossible for him to miss the way Zhenya wants him.

He reaches for Zhenya’s left foot and unties his boot while rubbing his thumb up and down the back of Zhenya’s calf. He runs his hand up Zhenya’s leg, stopping at the back of his knee, bending it to help pull off his boot and sock, then switches to Zhenya’s right leg to repeat the process.

He kneels up, and his nose brushes against the cloth drawn taut at the front of Zhenya’s trousers. He slides his hands up the outside of Zhenya’s legs, up to his hips.

Zhenya curls his toes against the floor, doing everything he can not to spend in his trousers.

The long minutes of teasing from this beautiful man and the absolute relief of this dangerous desire reciprocated have brought him so close to the edge. He’s right there and Zhenya knows it won’t take much to push him over.

He brings his hand to rest against the front of Zhenya’s trousers, palm flat against Zhenya’s cock. Zhenya groans and his hips instinctively jump forward. A small smile graces Crosby’s face as he moves his fingers to the buttons of Zhenya’s trousers.

He holds his hands still, staring up at Zhenya until Zhenya finally begs, “Please.”

Crosby acquiesces and easily unfastens both buttons. Zhenya’s trousers fall to the floor. They pool around his ankles. Crosby lifts each of Zhenya’s feet, pulling the fabric off and away, leaving Zhenya in nothing but his boxer shorts.

Crosby sits back on his heels and stares his fill. He runs his palms over the pale skin of Zhenya’s legs before resting them behind Zhenya’s knees. He looks up in silent askance and Zhenya tightly nods.

Crosby pulls his hand from behind Zhenya’s left knee and hesitantly lays it on his kneecap. He softly runs his fingers across the mottled scars that adorn his knee.

“The war?”

Zhenya nods again. Crosby leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to the inside of his knee. Zhenya almost sobs at the sweetness, at how innocent it is.

He drags his lips a few inches up and lays another reverent kiss on his inner thigh. He moves his mouth to Zhenya’s other leg, pressing another kiss, switching sides back and forth up his thighs until he meets the hem of Zhenya’s shorts.

He kneels back up and drags his nose along Zhenya’s cock, teasing him through his shorts. He pulls back just a bit and lays wet, open-mouthed kisses from base to tip, leaving his lips resting against the damp fabric at the head. He stares up at Zhenya with an ardent gaze, devout and deep. Zhenya stares right back, completely awestruck.

Crosby pulls back just the slightest and licks his lips. He reaches up and unfastens the two buttons of Zhenya’s shorts and they fall to the floor.

He grabs Zhenya’s cock, wraps his hand around the base, and takes the tip into his mouth.

Zhenya throws his head back and bites his lip.

Crosby bobs his head a little, taking a bit more into his mouth

“ну ты даешь,” Zhenya admires.

He wants this to last, wants it more than anything. Beautiful men like this, men of this persuasion are so rare, so scarce and it’s precarious, so risky to seek them out. Zhenya knows he’ll never find another man like this, a man this beautiful and sweet.

He wants this moment to last- God, does he want it to last- but he knows it can’t. He’s so close to the edge, right there on the precipice. And this beautiful man is sucking his cock, his plush lips wrapped tight around him, his tongue striking timid glances against the tip, and, God, it’s the most gorgeous thing Zhenya’s ever seen.

Crosby looks up at him from his knees and meets his gaze. Zhenya reaches down and runs his hand through Crosby’s lush, dark hair and Crosby moans around his cock.

That’s all it takes.

He spends in Crosby’s mouth and it’s perfect. His hips jump and he comes. Crosby hums and swallows it down. Zhenya still can’t catch his breath. His chest heaves and he wants to fall over but instead he just keeps running his fingers through Crosby’s hair, petting him.

Eventually, Zhenya’s hand falls to his side, and Crosby sits back on his heels, letting Zhenya’s cock withdraw from his mouth.

Zhenya stares down at him in wonderment.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes.

Crosby’s cheeks flush and he looks away.

Zhenya offers Crosby his hand and helps him to his feet. Crosby self-consciously dusts off his knees, and refuses to meet Zhenya’s gaze. His cheeks are still flushed, his hair is mussed, and his lips are red and swollen.

He looks absolutely sinful.

Zhenya raises his hand and lays it against Crosby’s cheek. His breathing stutters. Zhenya drags his thumb along his red bottom lip, pulling gently at it. All Zhenya can think about is the fact that he's the one who debauched this beautiful man. His lips are so raw and flushed because he sucked Zhenya’s cock.

It’s hard for Zhenya to look away from those perfect lips, so soft against his finger, but when his eyes meet Crosby’s, he’s glad he did. His pupils are blown wide. Beautiful brown eyes, once with a warm gaze, now stare hotly back.

The grandfather clock tolls, marking the hour, and Crosby jumps back and clears his throat.

“I’ll go get your suit, Monsieur. I’ve laid it out jus-,” Crosby rasps.

Zhenya pulls him forward and cuts him off with a kiss. Crosby moans into Zhenya’s mouth. He places his hand on Crosby’s abdomen and drags it down, grasping him through his trousers. Crosby moans again and bucks into his hand, then pulls back.

“Dinner will be served soon. I need to get you dressed,” he gasps as Zhenya kisses down his jaw.

“Won’t take long, I think,” Zhenya replies into his ear, before he gently grazes it with his teeth.

“This, or dressing you?” he asks breathlessly.

“Both,” Zhenya retorts as he moves his hand up to unfasten the buttons of Crosby’s jacket.

Once he has it open, he brings his hand to the waist of Crosby’s trousers and unfastens one of his suspenders. He yanks Crosby’s white shirt upward, untucking it from his trousers and slides his hand beneath it. He can feel Crosby shudder under his hand.

“Oh… that’s so… oh, God, please keep going. Don’t stop,” he moans.

Zhenya slides his hands into his trousers and inside his underwear. It’s tight against his wrist and the angle is awkward but the way Crosby moans in response more than makes up for the discomfort.

He wraps his hand around Crosby’s cock, and the way Crosby whimpers, the way his eyes flutter, makes Zhenya wish he were young enough to go another round. Crosby’s face contorts in pleasure with every stroke, and Zhenya would happily do this for the rest of his life just to watch Crosby respond. It’s the most erotic thing he’s ever seen.

Zhenya keeps stroking him, and Crosby is getting closer and closer to the edge. Zhenya can hear it, in the way his whimpers move to higher and higher pitches, and in the way his hips jump roughly toward Zhenya, seeking more contact, more touch.

He goes back to kissing Crosby’s neck, and Crosby gasps and tilts his head, giving Zhenya more room to kiss and taste.

Zhenya knows he shouldn’t, knows it might leave a risky mark, but he can’t deny the opportunity, can’t resist the impulse to lightly bite at the delicate skin, just a gentle graze of his teeth.

The little bite to his neck is enough to push Crosby over the edge. He releases a quiet little moan and his cock jumps in Zhenya’s grip. Zhenya feels Crosby’s release stripe his arm and wrist. His hips stutter a bit and Zhenya presses soft kisses to the side of his neck and strokes him until he’s finished.

Crosby falls forward, and rests his forehead against Zhenya’s shoulder, his warm breath drifting across Zhenya’s collarbone. Zhenya’s wraps his free arm around Crosby’s shoulder and rests his hand against the back of his neck, soothing him with gentle strokes of his thumb.

The two of them stand there, catching their breath, Zhenya entirely undressed and Crosby completely disheveled.

Eventually, after his breathing has evened out, Crosby steps back, huffs out a laugh, and bashfully smiles up at Zhenya. Zhenya beams back.

Zhenya awkwardly pulls his hand out of Crosby’s trousers, trying his best not to stain Crosby’s trousers with the wetness on his hand.

After he manages to extricate it, he looks around for something to wipe his hand on, but finds nothing. Crosby reaches down and grabs Zhenya’s old shirt from the floor and cleans Zhenya’s hand with it. Zhenya raises his eyebrows.

Crosby quirks his lips and offers, “I was going to have it cleaned anyway.”

Zhenya huffs a laugh in response and pulls him in for an indulgent kiss.

Crosby pulls away breathless and says, “I really do need to dress you for dinner.”

“Yes, okay. You right. But we get you dressed first, yes?”

Crosby looks down at himself, and for the first time, notices his state of disarray.

“Oh! I hadn’t realized!” he says, a little embarrassed.

He straightens his trousers and neatly tucks his shirt back into them. He finds the stray suspender strap and twists it the right way around and attaches it to the waist of his trousers. Then he rebuttons his jacket and smooths his hands down his front.

“Am I all straightened up?” he asks, turning to Zhenya.

Zhenya laughs. Crosby’s lips are still raw, and his cheeks are still a little pink, and his hair is an absolute mess.

“Not quite,” Zhenya says and steps forward.

He raises his hand and begins to comb Crosby’s hair back. He does the best he can, but it still looks a wreck.

“Wait right here,” Zhenya says, and he goes to his case to pull out a tin of pomade.

He walks back to Crosby, twists open the tin, and reaches up to slick Crosby’s hair back.

When he’s finished he steps back, checks Crosby once over, and says, “Now, you’re perfect.”

Crosby dips his chin and murmurs, “Thank you. Your turn.”

He walks over to the closet and grabs the suit the he’d set aside earlier. He returns to stand in front of Zhenya. He lays the suit on the chaise and gathers the pieces of Zhenya’s travel-worn suit. His jacket, shirt, trousers, and tie are all laid on the chaise.

Crosby helps him step into his boxers and socks, and then his trousers. He pulls Zhenya’s arms through his crisp new shirt and buttons him up. He ties a beautiful Windsor knot with a new silk tie and pins the new cufflinks to Zhenya’s sleeves. Lastly, he steps behind Zhenya and helps him into his suit jacket.

Crosby turns Zhenya around. He straightens knot of the tie, brushes some imagined lint from Zhenya’s shoulder, and steps back.

Zhenya can see the professional reserve settle back over him, in the set of his shoulders and the countenance of his face.

Zhenya can’t stand the coolness, not from this man, not after the heat they’ve just shared.

“Call me ‘Zhenya’,” he urges.

“Pardon?”

“You say today you do whatever I need. I need you call me ‘Zhenya’, not ‘sir’.”

“Sir, Seigneur Lemieux has strict-,”

“In my rooms, you call me ‘Zhenya’, outside you call me ‘sir’, yes?”

Crosby bites his lip and pauses before nodding.

“All right, Zhenya,” he says.

He’s quiet for a moment before he says, “In here, you can call me ‘Sidney.’ If you want. You don’t have to.”

“I want, Sidney.”

He dips his chin and shyly smiles, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Zhenya?”

“You show me to the dining room, Sidney?”

“Of course.”

Sidney takes him back down the hall and down the stairs, and just as he makes to turn the last corner, Zhenya reaches out and gently grabs his wrist.

Sidney raises an eyebrow.

Zhenya pauses for a moment, making certain he has the words he needs in English before he speaks.

“Sidney, if you are not wanting to be my valet, is okay. Understand? If you are not wanting this, Letang can be my valet. I tell Lemieux I want to practice my French. I’m not make problem for you if you are not wanting this, yes?”

Sidney stares at him for a moment.

“I’ll see you after dinner, Monsieur Malkin.”

Zhenya smiles at Sidney and says, “After dinner, Crosby.”

Sidney gracefully bows his head and steps back and Zhenya watches him walk down the hall. Just as he turns the corner, Sidney looks back and softly smiles at him. Zhenya’s heart jumps.

[the-nysh]

murata's garou withdrawals have gotten physical this man is fully shaking trembling bile building up hallucinating out the corner of his eye just look at the BACK and ASSCHEEKS he gave bang murata is clinically out of it at this point only a 20 cc charge of garou can bring him back

A-anon...*wheeze* holy shit, please! 8′D But oh my god, it’s so true! Cause this whole week Murata was constantly hyping himself up (clinically on fire) on twitter to excitedly deliver the...hey wait, that’s not a mirage of Garou; it’s Master Bang’s assets serviced in full glory! Aha! Oh what praise; look at him go!!!

With bonus Genos for good measure:

[ayzscream]

[keeby10]

there are non clowns in the gigglecorp universe, but gigglecorp as a company is in the middle of klowntownistan (formerly known as new jersey), which is the world clown epicenter.

Examples of non clowns who have appeared in the comic: Jeffery Epstein, James Alefantis, Linkara, Nightbang the Gentleman Rebel Wolf, Rivers Cuomo, Geno, the worms, the mall santa, thanos Basically: clowns have the grey skin and colorful facial markings. sometimes they have colorful hair too. if they dont have grey skin, they arent a clown. And if they arent human, they arent a clown.

Kinda for the pro wrestler Anon but pass it on

Is Jeff's Pro Wrestler buddy also a clown ?

I think he would have to be. The only non-clown in the giggleverse is Thanos (canon)