#i feel bad tagging blue lock because you cant see anything related to blue lock in this post even tho hes a bllk oc

[quehecke]

i swear i will draw someone with a shirt on soon

anyways blue lock oc again

[cloneslugs]

hey uh callout for @/sugarandmemories for things, im doing this as a vb blog & someone who’s seen him pop up more and more in the fanbase but this is gonna include stuff from other fanbases bc ik he’s very active in a lot of things & has acquired quite the following from it, and i wanna make sure everyone knows who they’re reblogging from (tw for incest & pedophilia)

basically Nick/Sugar has sexualized minors/has shitty ships + interacts with an artist who draws pedophilia/incest, and he himself has drawn some pretty questionable art

okay so Sugar/Nick is an 18 yo artist who draws a lot of fanart and his main blog is @/scepterno, his art blog, again, is @/sugarandmemories and he has another art blog @/monfernomaxie but he’s most active @/sugarandmemories ! (his ig is also sugarandmemories & his twitter is sugarnziles)For the sake of this post, i’m only gonna go over things that were posted after he turned 18! anything thats a little suspicious or problematic before his 18th will be ignored for simplicity

so people who dont know venture bros the two pictured are twin brothers and let me start off by saying i have nothing against touchy siblings but what rubs me (and a lot of others the wrong way) is the blush & stuff & also just the one on the neck (sorry its small, the one w blue around it) all of it just feels a bit off

this is also something that rubs me the wrong way bc the twins pictured are just recently 18 in canon (okay, so age stuff is weird w them bc of different things that happen but for the sake of reference, dean is a kid who is just entering college & just graduated high school we saw their 16th birthday and the show has spanned about 2 years in canon time) the person with hearts around him are traits from a henchman of the twins’ father’s arch enemy who as a henchman has tried to (and succeeded in) killing the twins, has kidnapped the twins multiple times, and yes, they have had silly and friendly interactions but vbros honestly brushes a lot of things off really easily, and even strained relations aside, has a significant amount of years over the twins (10+)

okay this is now jumping into venturecest more so uh for reference & pictures will be censored accordingly 

@/scepterno is his main blog (sorry for the photo hhh) and theres a venture bros artist who i won’t be leaking the url of here bc i dont need that shit spreading but if you want to know it for blocking purposes, message me, also, sorry for some pretty Bad art below but essentially sugar/nick interacts w someone who posts pedophilia & incest 

this is just proof they interact and also is really dubious for me because OP draws really shitty things (incest/pedophilia) involving hank so it really rubs me the wrong way (and also OP never tags their stuff, so i can only assume sugar/nick follows them)

okay here’s a pic of the same blog from above of some of their art, showing the twins in sexual situations together & even kissing (one of multiple pics they have of the two of them) again thats Sugar/Nick’s main blog liking this pic, OP has multiple pictures, again, of incest, pedophile, and just implied sexual situations within the venture family, all of it untagged but still viewed/recognized but sugar/nick. it makes me really question that hank + dean art that he posted to his art blog before, especially considering the types of post he’s interacted with and appears to support, 

you cant look at people’s followers on tumblr as far as ik but Nick does follow that same artist above on twitter, has liked some post and even shared some of their cleaner art ! (message for proof bc im not posting twitter handles or more art)

he supports hotdiggedydemon & has retweeted/reblogged his work (hotdiggedydemon is known to have racist/pedophilic works & nick is still willing to support him)

anyway nick/sugar has been shown to support shitty artist because he thinks its okay to support good art and ignore what the artist does, which basically just gives said shitty artists a bigger platform/validates what they do

he draws borderline inappropriate/questionable art and interacts with/chooses to be friends with artists who openly support/draw incest/pedophilia/racism/rape and sees no issue with it 

if you have anything to add/extra info you can message me and i’ll add it but otherwise stop interacting with/supporting sugarandmemories because he has a pretty low moral highground when it comes to art and the artists behind it

Misc other info: 

he’s drawn tagged nsfw(ish) art of teenagers which he’s defended and sees no issue with 

here’s him contradicting the nsfw tag on his tumblr and defending it on ig/arguing over it ! i remember seeing him getting defensive of it on ig before i think, but the comments are locked now ! 

supports (likes) hotdiggedydemon on twitter (pretty openly problematic, white & uses the N word, etc)

more defense of the cyrob piece he did/defending the sexualization of minors

also he’s made ddlg jokes before on his blog & twitter (not something inherently bad but he’s made one in reference to robin from ttg 

defending pedophilic/rape/etc art as if its not bad, equating pedophilia/rape/etc to just a “mature theme” as if its not a real issue even if it is just art

implied ddlg jokes about a kids show/involving a teenage character

EDIT:

im probably not gonna update this post anymore but here’s 

a doc w/ misc other info (just one new thing as of this update, but if i need to add anything it will be there/you can always still send info in, i just honestly dont keep up w/ him)

[blackhound14]

Paint it Red

I thought all that mattered was my work, but sometimes the world isn't just black or white, sometimes it's a whole spectra of colors. Love, I learned, is the most perplexing of all colors.

I hoped that I never learned that.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 1: The Painter

I always thought that the world was black and white. That there is only either good or bad and nothing in between. As cliché as it sounds, my entire life was overturned by this one case that lead me to feel everything that I tried very hard to keep locked and chained away in the far-far depths of my conscious mind. So… what changed?

The moon shone brilliantly over the dark sky. Any normal person would have long gone to bed or the teenagers might be busy smoking or snuffing a fist full of powder because that is what seems to be trending nowadays. My days are spent in the same clockwise motion; wake up, get ready, reach the station, look over the evidence and if luck permits, the case is solved and closed.

However, its seems that lady luck isn’t on my side this time. Earlier this night another homicide was reported to DPD. And why I am the one being sent to investigate it at this hour of the night, you ask? Well, I was assigned this case five months ago and I'm nowhere near solving it! I get out of my car and make my way towards the crime scene.

The place was nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal house belonging to a single man who worked as an employee at a nearby amusement park who was reported missing by his friends when he didn't show up at work for six days. The walls of the room were painted in red and in the middle laid a single motionless body. Chris, one of the officers from the DPD, came forward and handed me the details they managed to gather up-until my arrival.

Name of the victim: Caiden Huffman.

Reported Missing: 1 June 2018

Date and time of death: Unknown.

Reason of death: unknown.

Suspects: None.

“What do you think, Lieutenant? Do you think its his work?” Chris asked.

“It’s too early to confirm, but by the looks of it, it seems likely. I’m going to have a look around.” I reply and start doing my job.

The walls are definitely covered in red paint, if I didn’t know any better I'd think it was blood. It looked magnificent. I am no master of the arts but the color never looked so real, it was breathtaking how a person could just blend different pigments to get something like this and most astonishing is how the killer is able to get the color so perfectly same even after six kills. It was a work of art.

Just what am I thinking, calling a crime scene a work of art?

I then examine the body and see that the traces of blood is still fresh. He was killed recently, but was reported missing about a week ago. I need to find more clues. I walk over to the door that leads to the basement and enter it. Nothing unusual but stains on the floor caught my attention. Blood, probably belonged to the victim. I followed the trail which lead me to this giant book shelf. “Chris! Help me with this!”

“Coming, Sir!”

We push the shelf out of the way, whatever we had witnessed before hadn't prepared us for what we’ll come across in this basement.

There were shelves on each side, which contained what seemed to be jars filled with organs. Was this man selling organs illegally? There was a huge table at the center and another smaller one at its side. The smaller table held several different types of scissors, saws and tongs. The larger one was painted red. Then there were cupboards, filled with more bizarre equipment.

“Do you think that’s paint too?” Chris asked.

“No.” I replied, “This was a torture chamber. Get the forensics team on this. We need to find out whether our victim was killed here or who was held captive. And if my guess is right, our victim was selling child organs.”

“Child organs. That's some fucked up shit! You think the FBI will get a hint of this?”

“I hope not. This is my case and I will be the one to solve it.” I turn around and leave the crime scene with more questions than answers. I definitely need a good sleep after this.

I return home and see the lights on. I sigh. On the sofa sat a man in his late fifties, a bottle of beer in his one hand and the other scratching the head of the huge St. Bernard, “Hank. How many times have I told you to stop drinking yourself into a stupor?” I said disappointingly.

He seemed to have finally noticed me and gave me a smile, “Connor! You’re back! I was waiting for you to return. Cole was asking for you, he said that you both were going to watch a movie.”

“I'm sorry, a new homicide came up. Had to leave, I'll make up to him tomorrow. But for now, you need to get to bed. You have work tomorrow.” I help him up and half dragged him to his room.

I open the door with much trouble and lay him down on the bed. “Thanks Connor, for being the big brother to Cole.” he said catching me off guard.

“Being drunk make you very sentimental, Lieutenant.” Maybe drunk Hank wasn't so bad, he was just a little adorable puppy. I smiled.

“Calling me ‘dad’ once in a while wont kill ya!”

“Even if I did, you wont remember it in the morning. Now sleep, Hank.”

Hank waved me off and I leave the room. I could feel my eyes giving out on me, I'm too tired.

Another murder, sixth in these five months. I laid on my bed, thinking. What is with sleep, seriously? All I wanted to do before was get to bed, now that I am I cant seem to fall asleep. I’ll just look over the evidence again.

First kill was five months ago. None of the victims were related by any means, except that all of them were into some sort of shady business which was found out only after the investigation. The walls of all the crime scene were painted red.

The killer must get his paint from somewhere.

I start searching for art shops all over Detroit. God bless Google.

Of all the names, one stood out the most, ‘Bellini Paints’ The best quality paints in all of Detroit!

Why that one, I don't know, but I have learned to always trust my instinct. They did always direct me to the right path if not always the right person.

I wake up the next day with weight pushing down on me. “Sumo! Be a good boy and let me sleep!”

“Its time to wake up, brother!” and I feel more weight on top of me. Cole!

“Fine, get off and get Sumo off!”

“You promised me that we would watch Dexter together!”

“I’m sorry, a case came up. You’re twenty years old but still act like you are fifteen! Tell you what, we can watch it tonight. I’ll even get us some pop-corn.” I say in hopes that Cole will finally get off and he did. But didn’t leave without giving me a firm warning that if I did ditched him again, he’s sell my fishes and that is something I wasn’t going to take lightly.

Now that I’m up and awake, I get ready and walk into the living room, it was quiet so maybe Hank already left. I quickly made myself a sandwich, grab a glass of juice left graciously by Hank and leave for the art shop

The navigation stopped as I arrived at my destination, I got out and walked over to the shop that had the board at the top displaying ‘BELLINI PAINTS’. I make my way inside, making the bell at the entrance ring, and notice that there’s just a single employee working there. The shop was was lined with wooden shelves containing several shades of paints and every other area was occupied by huge canvases.

The shop’s smell seemed familiar, it didn't take a lot to figure out that its the same smell from the pain that the killer uses. Do all paints smell the same?

The man smiled and asked, “What can I help you with today, sir?”

“I’m Lieutenant Connor Anderson, from DPD. I’m here to conduct an investigation regarding the killer known as ‘The Painter’.” upon hearing that the man’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I’m not sure how I can be of service.” I heard a bell from my back, indicating another customer had entered.

I handed him the paint sample,“I just want to know more about this color, how you make it, who buys it and how much is it bought.” I said in a calming voice, threatening him wont help me get anything.

Jerry, as the name tag suggested, looked over it and shook his head, “We don’t sell anything like this. The person seems to have mixed red and maybe blue. I'm no expert in art, I’m just an employee. Perhaps you should ask someone who’s more involved in this than me.”

Jerry didn’t seem to be lying. But the color of the paint remained consistent over the course of five months. Did the killer make all the paint at once and stored them? But, paint dries overtime doesn't it?

I stare at his face for a second when I’m interrupted by a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see a man, not much older than me.

He was what you could only define as breathtaking, with a buzz cut and a light stubble that many people despise, but the look suited him just fine. What’s more was his skin, it seemed rough but reminded me honey; sweet and smooth. Then there were those lips, full and ready to be devoured or devour, but most importantly, what caught my attention were those pair of discolored eyes that stared at me with confusion and curiosity.

What am I thinking again? Did Hank mix something in the juice?

“May I know the reason as to why you’re making my employee so tense?” he asked in his silky voice.

“I'm Lieutenant Connor Anderson, from DPD. I’m here regarding the investigation to find out more about a killer named as ‘The Painter’.” I said while calming my nerves, “You said that he’s your employee, does this mean that you’re the owner?”

The man’s brows shot up in surprise, “Yes, Lieutenant, I am the owner. My name is Markus. Maybe we should talk somewhere else.”