#please ignore my spelling mistakes

[theaceofarrows]

Gotham citizen memes

[summoned-skylander-au]

Bit of a continuation from the last post :)

ALSO, new character drop! Meet Cole’s boyfriend that I do not have a name for yet (pls give me name suggestions, I am desperate). And we also have who is not in this comic but that’s beside the point, Enid!

Here’s a photo of both of them.

[dimeadozencows]

This is how I always interpreted that scan

(the text says: tried surprising mondo with homemade chocolate on valentine's day but he walked in and found out without realizing these were for him so he's trying not to cry in an attempt to salvage this. (There's an arrow pointing at taka))

[nightingaleinberkleysquare]

[chasedeys]

Hi do you have a favorite moment between Joe and Ja’Marr ?? Also how would you describe their relationship I’m new to this fandom and they are just so close and adorable

hi there!! thank you sm for coming by and sending this ask bc now there's like 2k+ words under the cut 😭 i feel like i should apologize profusely for the unchecked word vomit oh my god

to start off, like would you believe me if i said i’ve been a fan of the bengals for like a month :')) started ts during the week leading up to the first regular season game when jamarrs contract literally gripped me with the drama of it all. so for all my word vomit below feel free to fact check me ahaha

you asked me for a favorite moment for joemarr and i start describing their entire life together i am so very sorry, but:

on the top of my head literally just two weeks ago. this 63 yarder jamarr and joe made that led to an mildly feral celly where they just. didn’t know how to act right and got made fun of for not doing a cool celly?? this insane anon ask i sent before i caved and made a sideblog was actually just my word vomit over it 😭. And also last weeks celly, a whole lot softer and more tender with jamarr skipping then walking straight towards joe who held his arms out for him? thats crazyyyy he was expected! he was welcomed!! he was loved!!! the way one of the fired up coach just let joemarr have their intimate little moment before slapping jamarrs shoulders in joy is also crazy to me 😵‍💫 and just this screenshot of that celly where they’re just wrapped around each other right in front of their sidelines. the fuck. watched that shit sick to my stomachhhh i had enoughhhh.

this edit with the compilation of their post-tds pinky shakes oh my goddd. just every time they do pinky shakes!! who does that!!!! the softest possible way they can make a handshake (since college my god) in a status quo where you make the most elaborate handshakes to look cool and spread joy and burn up adrenaline but these two chose to do a quick twist of their pinky fingers (the symbolism of it alllll how dare theyy) and pressing knuckles together for however long they want to. the roty award where they did their pinky shake is one of my favorites huhu

the lakers date…..the way i had no idea sam and dj reader were with them on this date until i see a full vid of lebron meeting them 😭 and the lore goes crazyyy for this whole thing bc apparently joe was having the shittiest week in arizona and jamarr made an obscure ig story that he arrived in az before deleting it (like whyyyy would he do that) and then boom. they’re in the lakers game in lsu/lakers colors. and jamarr did that arms around shoulder thing that blows my mind because what the fuck is wrong with him why would he do that in front of lebron james and anthony davis and like national tv idk. joe also clapped (??? for whatever reason this fucking dork my godd) his hands right in front of jamarrs face when jamarr was being introduced to the stadium.

THE WEIRD CLOTHES PAIRING THING IS INSANE TO ME TOO. they do it in such subtle ways that you just think its a coincidence and you're delusional and it probably is but!! but??? they went to the game wearing yellow and purple (color coordinating lakers colors!! if i were on a date i would also do that cringy shit!!) that is also coincidentally lsu colors! another theory is they each chose to wear lakers colors without the other knowing of which this is just another case of soulmatism. the matching shoes during week 3! the sort of matching color schemes for their away game airport fits! last week both wearing rick owens apparently idk?? no idea if they've done this before this season btw i just got here lol. this is reaching ofc but very fun to think of!

jamarr being batshit crazy with his words abt joe. 'he's like a god to me' 'trying playing without my favorite quarterback' 'i told him dont scare me like that again. he knows how to slide he's just hard headed' 'im here for the future, for him. i want you to be here for the future' (this was abt joe playing through an injury :)) etc etc. something about 'just keep winning as many championships together' or like 'me and him come as package' or something fairy tale ish like that idk man he's crazy i could make something up only to be bamboozled because he has in fact said shit like it before. and like his refusal to consider anyone but joe for the no. 1 qb hhh. somebody needs to put him in an mri and study his brain when shown a picture of joe burrow bc like?? the way jake had to prove himself before jamarr even followed him on ig is ??? pls be normal jamarr i beg of u (he's perfect the way he is).

while jamarrs insane with his words, joes insane with his actions!! the lsu sec championship ball he gave to jamarr. that little look like ‘hey you want it? okay its rightfully yours' mkayy crazy ass!!! jamarrs lsu championship game worn jersey joe asked for and worn for their first game back in nola. just what the fuck went through joes mind that led to this. their dads (both named jimmy both close since lsu too, cute!) were asked about their fav joe game day fit they said the jamarrs lsu jersey 😃! in laws approving your partner of choice etc. this is jimmy chases interview regarding joemarr too btw haha. anyway back to joe being insane—the demented way joe runs to jamarr and hops around him and slams his helmet to his when jamarr makes plays. and like again this is speculation as in no citation sorry but jamarrs reason for going to cincy is definitely in part because of joe?? joe being the one to text him pack your bags you’re going to cincy is crazyyy. firmly believe joe talked him up and asked for him! when they last parted before joe went to cincy did they make a pact that they would play in a team together again? did jamarr reach out when joes 2020 season ending injurys news reached him? did he watch him go down that first time?

also during their lsu days they interviewed the wr core and they were asked abt who joe likes best (stupid ass question in my opinion btw. why would they ask that), it was so....sooooo......like jamarr was so shy and unsure!! he's like 'is it..me?' and terrace going 'he does like throwing to jamarr most' and then jamarr bursting into embarrassed laughter like okay??? okay 😭😭 fine okay be cute or whatever. in my mind back then jamarr was a whole lot more unsure of his presence in joes life because hes super young, his qb is literally 3 years older, its their first year playing together etc but i think being joe being upfront on asking jamarr to play with him in cincy (again speculation on my part no idea if this is true ha) just cements the little gremlin in his head that believes he has to be crazy about joe

their 2021 preseason jamarrs drops were apparently disgusting enough for people to shit on his entire life idk and crucify the bengals for drafting another wr but joe was so firm on his belief in jamarr! that's devotion babyyyy his clap back in the first post game presser was very much what were u saying abt the loml coded love that for them

last feb probowl dramaaa rumors of jamarr moving to houston bc he chirped at cj stroud that he knew cj wanted to play with him or smtg so he had to post this very emotional very sincere tweet and speak abt it in an interview 😭😭 just head empty no thoughts mouth racing! joe probably teased the ever living shit out of him 'so you’re moving to houston without telling me :( i had to find out through twitter :(('

just teasing each other in numerous occasions over each others speed??? that mic'ed up moment when joe teased jamarr over being slow! yelling out his name so many times just to say that he was a little slow and jamarr shooting back instantly with an incredulous ‘be serious. be serious.’ vs jamarr nagging joe over being slow ass hell during his 20 (?) yard rushing attempt and joe defending himself in the whiniest voice i have ever heard from him saying he had to wait for ted to block before him (ted then going what did i do? ted I’m sorry you had to be dragged into their weird mating dance banter) and also this gem of a jamarr tweet (x)

speaking of jamarrs twitter, 17yo him’s curiouscat answers that insanely aligns with joe is nothing short of crazy. they have not met or heard of each other then i don't think. but according to it he likes them older, smart, doesn't mind if they're taller, but he doesn't fw long distance so he flew his ass to ohio 😮‍💨. (also whooo be sending these asks high schoolers dear lordd 😭). the soulmatism between them is kinda crazy like joe being well over 3yrs his senior yet still they had a moment chance to play together during jamarrs freshie/sopho (?) year in college because joe chooses to transfer to lsu, and coach o taking a chance on him despite not playing for how many long, winning a championship (!!) together for that one year that they could play together, and saying fuck that only one year bullshit before flying jamarrs ass right to cincy so they could play 4 and counting more years together.

jamarr talking abt where it apparently clicked for joe and jamarr that joe can throw to jamarr and jamarr would be right there to catch it haha. like he didn't give a shit if people thought it was joes big life changing moment hes just insisting that that was when he and joe really clicked!

literally my favorite mic'ed up moment between them. the teasing! the nagging! 'you see the big blue thing' 'don't do me that' 'that's the endzone' then the laugh!!!! ‘he’s gonna get mad at me when i tell him this shit' then gesturing joe over like hes a cat my god jamarr 'you couldnt overthrow me?' a very affronted 'my guy you were wide open' aughuhghuhhguu joy love laughter etc. (side note can't help myself sorry pretty sure the reason joe teased him about the endzone is bc jamarr could’ve gone for it but got tackled bc he was kinda slow to start sprinting and when he did he just sat there legs out shoulders dropped looking disappointed but cute as all hell i love him sm)

sooo many other moments because theyve literally been in each others lives for over five years!!!! recently joe saying jamarr playing is fun to watch 😵‍💫, jamarr saying numerous times that joes a tough mfer but also hard-headed and how he's also hard-headed but at least he listens (my guy....reflect again), that article of jamarr knocking on doors for a house near joe that he denied i think but he also said that he kept his stuff in joes house before he got his own, that jamarr gq shoot where he went insane and lied (or did he?) about buying joe clothes that just led to the ridiculous clothes saga that is still unsolved to this day and that tb and tee very obviously teased him over and somehow the socmed team clowned him on too 😭

etc etc stop me please

AND ANYWAYSSS MOVING ON:

how i would describe their relationship is ride or die with incredibly similar way of living by which i mean they live and breathe a sport they’re so talented in and they play to win and beat themselves up for doing bad in but also with the awkwardness of knowing they’re two vastly different people with different ways of seeing things and handling things but also even with that steadfast difference of being they also believe in each other in a truly outrageous way that it translates to them saying and being insane about each other (hence the list above) with little to no shame. (i hope this makes sense because im not reading all that over again wow)

like they’re so complicated to me!! by all means i don’t actually know these two or what they’re really like, but surface level they’re so different! their temperament is literally 180, joes cool and steady persona, incapable of being ruffled, closed off, moments of silliness he brings out only in certain situations, smart little quips he gives out at times like he can’t help himself vs exuberant open extroverted blustering to hide his shyness runs his mouth always down to fight jamarr chase. they couldn’t be more different! so how can they read each other so well? how can they run routes and plays with minute changes whilst running from men trying to take them down between one heartbeat to the next? how is it that jamarr is so down bad for this man that he can just say the shit he does about him? how much trust does joe have in this man that he shuts down every bad shit anybody tries to tell him or coax him to say? something about /always/ choosing the other despite everything is always a thing that attracts me to a ship.

also after that infamous kc game shove, i definitely think they had a very tough heart to heart where jamarr maybe spills his full feelings over the contract and how he hasn’t been getting the ball to actually make big plays and how his worth as a wr1 is being brought to question and joe probably spills on his own feelings on how jamarr held out so long and had last minute (?) changes of playing that week one ramps up joes own anxiety and hang ups like i definitely feel like he had some unchecked anxiety over playing with his wrist that first game that jamarr probably said something incredibly insane yet uplifting about in response. the next game its like they mended some unseen frayed stitch of their connection! first drive banger of a 41 yarder td for jamarr, two tuddys for the game in fact lol!! joe gets him his deep ball, then the insane way joe rushed at him after his 63 yarder in the next game, its like that first touchdown against minnesota again. i just wish the very best for them, to keep making these insane passes and insane runs they've been making since lsu.

anyway i feel like a lot of my rambling is for jamarr sorry 😭 he’s like a drug to me such an interesting person i base my thoughts around him. I feel obliged to say i wrote my first ever fic and its them lmao and i link this just as a fair warning to everyone that i very obviously write and ramble in the tags like im in love with jamarr, definitely with some bias, and I’m learning how not to be ashamed of that !

also nobody asked but scrolling through the hell that is my photo gallery i just have to share my favorite tee photo which is coincidentally the mock photoshoot the bengals socmed team made them do to clown jamarrs gq shoot ahaha

hearts ❤️ thank u for reading all the way through :"))

[mono-socke]

hello JCU fans, how are you doing

I like making angst of my favourite/comfort characters, so naturally, I had to draw this. poor bunny

slightly different version under the cut

[brainzzzeater]

The first spideypool art I ever drew a few months ago.

[purpletrashcans]

I am so fucking annoyed and here is why

I recently made the discovery that i'm probably aromantic and i would like to do what i did when i discoverd that i'm trans which is go and watch/read everything that even has the tiniest bit of trans representation in it, but i can't because there is no aromantic representation

now obviously that's nothing new, i was aware of this problem before and it pissed me right off then as much as it does now

it’s honestly just such bullshit that whenever there is an asexual character in media, basically the first thing they say after coming out as ace is that "they still want to fall in love" like not wanting, not being able to feel romantic love, would make them less human or something like that and of course there are ace people who are not aro, i'm not saying that and i'm not trying to shit on anybodys identity, if you are ace and not aro you are just as valid as anybody else and this lack of aro rep is obviously not your fault, we also need more ace rep while we're on it, that's not the point i'm trying to make, what i mean is that media always tells us that romance makes us human and if you don’t experience that you are either immature, unstable or not human and that's just bullshit

also it is no wonder that when i told my grandma about Loveless by Alice Oseman and how much i love this book, she was worried that i was like Georgia because i never like anyone romantically, she has never heard of aromanticism before, when she thinks of adult people that have never been in a relationship and don't have children she thinks of lonely, sad people and she doesn't want that for me

it is no wonder that when i see my greataunt and -uncle once a year they ask if i have a partner and when i say that no, i don't have a partner, they tell me that i have time and i'll meet someone eventually

and it is no wonder that so, so many people think that they're broken, that they enter relationships and situations that they don't want to be in, that fucking therapist try to cure people, that it took me 21 years, almost losing my friends, actually losing 8 kg in two months do to disordered eating and reading Loveless two times to figure out that i might just be aro, when there is barely any representation whatsoever, when most people haven't even heard of aromanticism

we need more representation and we need it desperately, that way not only will aro people discover their identity sooner and safe themselves a whole lot of trouble, but allo people can also learn how to react to someone being aro and we can all learn that being aro isn't sad or inhumane or weird or lonely

and because i'm a fancy-schmancy college student (who wrote "collage" instead of "college" first because i can not spell)(and have watched too much criminal minds) i would like to end this with a quote by Mariah Wright Edelman (tho the quotes are the worst part of criminal minds, they are so cringe istg):

“You can’t be what you can’t see”

[marvelnatswhore]

eyes on mommy

Lady dimitrescu X reader ~smut

Warnings: mommy kink, praise, masturbation, voyeurism, humiliation ?, oral, light pussy spanking, fingering, really wet panties, & sub/dom roles.

WC: 1.8k

A/N: let's pretend i didn't write this just to procrastinate from writing every other fic i promised 

i know this is bad i just wanted to post something)

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“Dear, today I have something.. different in mind for your punishment.”

Your eyes must have shown your confusion and Alcina smiled. She had you seated on the couch rather than the bed; you wondered why but ignored it as your eyes flicked over to your clothes, discarded in an unity pile on the floor.

She was on you the moment you reached the privacy of your bedroom. Wasting no time tearing the fabric from your body and kissing you with an alcoholic desire, groping you everywhere she could, promising to take proper care of you, while leaving you panting and bare, while she finished her work.

The time went by agonisingly slowly and your mind wandered possibly too far when you found your legs pressing together in search of something, rubbing slightly and reminding you of the fabric between them. 

Unlike your other abandoned garments, Alcina left your panties on you. Something she often liked to do. You discovered she got off on seeing how wet she could make you before you were pleading for her to touch you. She knew it drove you feral for her too and sometimes she just wanted to see that innocent look in your eyes turn to filthy desire.

You snapped suddenly back to the present moment as Alcina entered the room. She grinned, seeing you sitting patiently for her on the sofa and she closed the doors behind her as she came to stand above you. 

Her large figure swamped your own and you felt your cheeks flush, Alcina's hand moved to stroke your hair and admire you sitting pretty below her, “I think you’ll enjoy your punishment tonight, dearest.” She smiled softly at you and there was something predatory in her eyes that sent a shiver to your core.

 “Although, I will miss having you over my thigh.” 

Your throat goes dry as the thought of your usual punishment plagues your mind, not to mention other places. You wonder what she has planned for you when her hand leaves your hair and she steps back, reaching up to her chest to unbutton her dress. 

You watch intently with a growing heat in your chest. She let the soft fabric pool to the floor at her heels and you pull in a breath at the sight. She’s naked and standing above you with a pleased grin across her face. 

“Like what you see?” She asks, putting her hands on her lower thighs and bending down to meet your face, giving full view of her breasts. You’d never get tired of seeing them-

“Do you want to touch mommy?” She chuckles, knowing something you clearly don’t.

You nod at her question with oblivious eyes and she cups your jaw with a large, soft hand. 

“That’s too bad, pet.”

You frown as she pulls away, already missing the contact. She moves over to the bed and you can’t keep your eyes off her. You wonder for a moment if she was purposely swaying her hips at you.

Alcina turns to you as she sits. You hadn’t noticed the new placement of the couch you were on as you walked in and Alcina sat you on it, but now it made sense.

“All you have to do is watch. You can't touch Mommy or yourself. Understand?” 

You nod your head obediently, and she grins, “Good girl.” 

You tried to ignore the title she gave herself and the small wet patch that you felt form on your panites from it.

She leaned back against the bedding. Propping herself against the silk pillows and letting her hand drop down to her bare sex. Even from where you were sat you could tell how wet she was and the sight was making your head spin. 

She let out a low moan. Guiding her fingers over her heat, stopping to stroke her clit and bask in the pleasure. You could feel your own arousal spreading between your thighs watching her and it was almost uncomfortable. 

Her hand moved lower quickly, she’d been thinking of you all day and she could barely control herself. Sliding through her folds and moaning as she brushed her entrance, she looked over at you, you assumed to make sure you were still watching, (not that you could take your eyes off her) and she pushed two fingers into her pussy, beginning to pump them at a quick pace. Your breath was caught in your throat and you wanted her so badly it hurt. Alcina’s head fell back and she moaned, gasping between unsteady breaths and reaching to palm her breasts with her spare hand. 

“Mommy-” You whimpered softly, feeling your thighs squeeze together, and the thin fabric over your pussy starting to rub against your skin. The friction drew a soft groan from you and you knew she heard you, Alcina moaned and you realised she was watching you again, fucking herself to you. 

Her eyes were brighter than usual and she looked ravenous. You knew she wanted you too. 

“Pet-” Her voice was breathy and it drew out the worst in you. You could feel your hips grinding against the seating under you, It was subtle and you hoped Alcina wouldn’t notice but the aching between your thighs was becoming insatiable. 

Even from across the room she had complete control over you, that familiar warmth quickly enveloped you and you could almost feel tears forming in your eyes and you didn’t know what to do. You needed mommy to tell you. 

Her pace became quicker and the sound of her fucking herself seemed to fill the room along with your own short breaths You watched her mesmerised, trying to ignore the throbbing under you as you sucked your bottom lip. Alcina moaned your name, adding another finger to her cunt and rubbing her clit. 

Her voice was becoming short gasps and you knew she was close. “Oh-” her breath hitched, dragging it out into a moan, “Mommy’s gonna come!” she cries, pumping harder, your legs are squeezing together, grinding against the bedding below you and you can’t stop yourself from moaning.

“fuck!” She yells, gasping as she comes in a long moan, riding out her high before finally slowing. Your panties are beyond ruined, and you can feel tears in your eyes. 

Alcina groans deeply, slowing her movements as she pulls out her fingers, dripping with her cum. She seems to admire them for a brief moment before turning her attention back to you. Her eyes drift down to your legs crossed tightly together, and you can feel her grin on you.

“Darling..come here.” Alcina orders gently, you don’t waste a moment to scramble over to her, and place yourself up between her legs.  

“Eager little thing, aren't you?” She chuckles, tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear. She takes a moment to swallow in your appearance and brush her thumb over your lips.

 “Clean mommy up sweetheart.” 

The bedding is softer than the couch and you’re somewhat thankful for it as Alcina’s hand guides you down to her sex with a gente tug on your jaw.

The next thing you knew your lips are pressed against her slit, and you instinctively draw a long line down with your tongue. You moan instantly at her taste, and sink your tongue further, lapping at her hole and the cum smeared over her heat. 

She moans softly, weaving her hands through your hair and pushing you closer to her core. 

“Good-girl.. just like that-” Her praise doesn't make it easy to ignore the throbbing between your legs or how desperately you want her to touch you. Her hand guides you to her hardened clit and you don't need instructions to start sucking it. 

Alcina groans at the sensation muttering something guttural you couldn’t comprehend as you lapped at her cunt, your head felt like it was spinning and you were drunk off her. 

She pushed you flush against her moaning, as you dipped your tongue into her. You felt your thighs rub together secretly hoping she would notice. You stop licking briefly to suck on her sensitive clit and the grip she has on your hair tightens. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to reach her again and her hips are grinding against your face desperately as you felt her walls closing and she came shuddering against your lips.

You lapped at her cunt until she was pushing you away, breathing heavily and coming back to the present moment. 

You’re panting softly as she pulls your head away from her heat and you can't help but be somewhat disappointed to leave it; she guides you up against her chest and leans in to kiss your wet lips tenderly, wanting to move deeper but deciding to withhold for now. 

“You pleasure mommy so well dear.” Her hand came to stroke your hair and you felt that familiar warmth spread through your body. You flinch as Alcina slides her hand down the curve of your back, softly grabbing your ass and enticing a gasp from you, “let mommy touch you now darling.” 

You nearly yelled as her hand cups your pussy through the soaking fabric and you hear her sigh into a moan. Her index finger rubs over your clit and you can’t stop yourself from moaning at the sensation. 

“Such a filthy thing.” 

Her fingers trace gently across the wet patch on your lace covered pussy until she seems to want more and you gasp as she starts pulling your panties down your hips. No less at an agonising pace. 

You felt your cheeks burning red as she reached your cunt. You knew how soaked you were for her and your panites were more than proof. She slipped the thin fabric further down your thighs and you whined softly.

“You’ve clearly been enjoying yourself, Honey..” Her fingers brushed your folds and she pushed a single digit through your slit. You gasped instantly. Pressing your face into her breasts to muffle yourself as you shivered and moaned against her. 

‘so fucking wet-’ She groans pushing her fingers through your slick a few more times as you whimpered. You felt a sudden, sharp smack against your cunt. You flinch and the sudden sting quickly melts into wet pleasure. 

“darling, I did say this was a punishment didn’t I?”

You knew better than to answer her.

“Take it like a good pet.”

Her hand came down again, grazing your clit lightly and you moaned as your breath caught in your throat. 

With each smack you were panting for air and tears formed in your eyes. “Mommy-” Your voice softened into a low whimper and you felt yourself clenching around nothing.

Her hand came down again, lighter this time and it lingered on you, cupping your throbbing pussy and rubbing between your folds with her fingers. 

“We can’t leave such a cute pussy so desperate can we?” You shake your head feeling arousal quickly building in your gut.

“Lay back pet. Mommy’s gonna take care of you..”

[weepingfishturtledragon]

Evil Billy AU

Imagine if Captain Marvel couldn't turn evil but Billy could, kind of like a Jekyll and Hyde situation. I don't think Captain Marvel could ever actually physically kill anyone, even if he wanted to. The power of Shazam is given to people pure of heart and then changes them to be their ideal selves. Black Adam became a warrior fighting for freedom, the wizard Shazam became an immortal protector of magic, and Billy became an powerful heroic version of his father.

Black Adam became a killer after losing his son but the reason why he's so easily made that change was because he was a warrior in the first place! Captain Marvel on the other hand is formed from the idea of a parental figure and a protector. So even if he did hit someone with all his powers I think subconsciously something would stop him from going too far. However the same does not apply to Billy himself, so while everyone's worried about Captain Marvel turning evil but they should really be worried about Billy.

[redfour0]

LISTEN: (long post)

good luck, babe! Inspired rexwalker au. Rex and Anakin are friends with benefiting their way through the war (started abt one year in. Padme said it was ok) and Rex ends up madly (ish) in love with Anakin over some stupid shit.

Then season five happens, and Ahsoka is put on trial. She STAYS, this time, because it’s my fix it and I need her here. Rex calls the fwb off, because he thinks, if he gets any closer to Anakin he is going to say something stupid, like confess his love for a married man to the man in question.

how are the chips found? Ahsoka listens to fives, blablabls, chips gone- THIS ISNT ABT THE CHIPS OK?(mainly to myself so I don’t make the whole thing abt this)??? Order is changed. Blame all the inaccuracies on that.

so. The war ends, Rex and Anakin part ways. They are still seeing each other regularly, their family’s (Jedi/clones) being friends and all. Padme gives birth, all is good. then, Padme and Anakin start to drift apart. This is after Rex watches the five year old twins for an hour or two, Anakin and Padme walking in on them playing together, and something in Anakin clicks again, like it did back in the war.

this time, it’s different. He realizes, far too late, that he loves Rex. Padme has been spending far less time with him recently, and one night he wakes up and realizes he barely feels anything for her anymore. He runs out that night, leaving a note saying he needed to get some air- not that Padme will care.

He goes to Obi-wan, who is with Cody (they get to be in love. As a treat.) Anakin tells them abt his predicament, and Cody is just holding int eh fact that Rex is still harboring a MASIVE crush on Anakin. Watching the man care after children for five years did nothing but add kindling to the fire. The pair suggest bringing it up with Padme, so he does.

They both reside to get a divorce. Padme lets Anakin have the kids, for their sake. Anakin moves them into the creshe, letting them get settled.

Rex heard about the divorce m, and goes to comfort his friend. He knows Anakin has been through a lot these past few months, and everyone needs help sometimes.

While there, the dumbasses (affectionate) spill that they love each other, and disuse to stay friends until Anakin can gather himself. (it doesn’t take long. if it ment getting Rex, after all those years, he would go to any mind healer if it meant he could be with Rex sooner.)

[parfettii]

Reworked some of Sara's lore and also drew her dog, old photo of her handler too! Fixed some spelling errors I saw, if theres more no there isn't.

[daughterearth]

the myth of beauty for adult women is simply declawing and humbling them into submission whereas even the cliched symbol of eternal beauty, the rose keeps on a cloak of thorns for an unsuspecting hand.

Every majestic and mesmerizing creation in nature has a side of ravaging, terrifying and utterly untamable wildness to it - an accepted sense of grown intuition to what can be and what must be protected and is sacred.

what the world decides of women to be is - a naive harmless innocuous thinned out hazy translucent image of whatever they want to imprint on us for their delight.

No, don't let them take out our teeth, our strength, our resilience, our joy, our voices, our claws our bodies for changing them into unnatural and contorted shapes to decorate their living rooms - tearing each bit of spirit and soul of being out of you.

Preserve the essence of nature in yourself

[newspecies]

HI this is my thousand word ramble about Rocky and his relationship with other characters and my thoughts in general. I'm normal about Lackadaisy I promise.

Calvin

Calvin and Rocky are cousins that grew up together, with Rocky being 5 years older. The mini comics all make it seem like he spent most of his time there and later he says “it was home more than home was.” (Lackadaisy Breakdown). The cousins wrote to each other while Rocky was traveling around and Calvin kept them all inside a box instead of throwing them away. Aunt Nina tells Rocky "[Calvin]'s the only one in all o’ creation who'd follow you" (Lackadaisy Somersault) so they're clearly extremely close. Calvin lies to his mother several times to keep Rocky out of trouble, even when it's about something illegal. Despite his moral compass and the fact that he almost went into law enforcement, he's working with Lackadaisy and regularly shooting at people presumably just because Rocky wants him to (and because Ivy's there... but in the beginning it was for Rocky). They strike me as having more of a sibling relationship than a cousin one due to growing up so close.

Aunt Nina

Nina does not have a very high opinion of Rocky and she makes this very clear. She trusts him not to get Calvin into too much trouble but she doesn't let him stick around when he stops by. He’s under no illusions that he’s welcome at her house (Lackadaisy Somersault) and he tells Ivy that “[his face]’s only abided in small doses” at Nina’s house. He starts telling Ivy there was a small family tragedy and "it had an author... and with already ink-stained hands, i signed my name on it" which means that something bad happened and he either was to blame or took the blame and that is the reason he left Missouri, "so time could dull my fresh reminder face." (Lackadaisy Breakdown). My guess is that this family tragedy had something to do with his mother because his father was alive at least a little bit after he left because he was sending letters and stopped (Lackadaisy Correspondence) his mother is only mentioned once, in Lackadaisy Breakdown, described as “chasing Red Death” Red Death is not a real sickness and its instead from Edgar Allen Poe’s The Masque of the Red Death. This could mean that his mother had some sort of bloody sickness. My guess is tuberculosis. It was one of the biggest causes of death in the early 1900’s and one of its most well known symptoms is coughing up blood. Sorry this is supposed to be about Nina and I kind of went off the rails there. Anyway I don’t think Nina hates Rocky at all; she still does his laundry and lets him visit and lets him drag Calvin around. But she doesn’t trust him and makes sure he knows that.

Mitzi

Some people seem to think Rocky has a crush on Mitzi, and him threatening Wick certainly gives the impression but I heavily disagree and I think he sees her more as a mother figure. He clearly looks up to her and seeks her approval constantly; he goes out while extremely injured and hiding that injury from her (Lackadaisy Deliria) presumably because he realizes that the pig farmers' attack on Lackadaisy was his fault and he really wants to fix it. His behavior towards Wick strikes me more as a child really not wanting a step parent. As the audience, I know that Wick is basically incapable of evil (he has killed once and it was a duck and it still haunts him) and Mitzi is the one taking advantage of their relationship, but from Rocky's perspective Mitzi is just an innocent widow looking for companionship and Wick is a weird rich sleazeball. I honestly don't think Rocky is aware of Mitzi's own sleaziness, and if he is he’s ignoring it to the best of his ability. but Mitzi likes having Rocky around. Every time she's upset over something and Rocky starts joking around she immediately starts smiling more (Lackadaisy Proposition, Lackadaisy Haggersnash). She’s undeniably fond of him, despite his many shenanigans.

Mordecai

Okay this one is a little bit more out there. “But Rotten!” You may argue, “Rocky doesn’t actually know Mordecai! They only interact like once outside the mini comics!” Yes dear reader but consider this: they have so many parallels. They are opposites on the surface; Rocky is silly, Mordecai is serious. But looking closer they have a few things in common. Mainly: TRAINS!!!!!!!!! They both have recurring train motifs and it makes me insane. For Mordecai he met Atlas on a train (Lackadaisy Thaumaturgy), and for Rocky he has a drawing of one on one of the letters he sent to Calvin (Lackadaisy Correspondence) and he said his father worked on the railroad (Lackadaisy Breakdown). In relation to the trains, they both left home at a young age and wrote letters home. They also both seem to have a habit of gaining enemies; when Atlas met Mordecai he was running from people (Lackadaisy Bookkeeper) and Rocky’s… everything makes making enemies extremely easy for him. These two have PARALLELS and I need everyone to know!!!!!

Rocky

This last section is about Rocky himself! First off, to state the obvious: Rocky is extremely impulsive, he doesn’t seem to think about the consequences of his actions whatsoever and it gets him into all sorts of trouble all the time. He’s not oblivious though; in Lackadaisy Posterity he immediately jumps to the conclusion that he ruined something, he just didn’t remember it. Rocky puts on a show of being confident and sure of himself but the moment his walls are torn down in the Posterity and Breakdown pages he’s calling himself a horrible person. He is extremely aware of how other people feel about him; even though his exclamation of “they tolerate me” in Lackadaisy Palaver is framed as a joke, it feels pretty real. A lot of people don’t like Rocky and he knows this. I don’t remember where I was going with this. Just know that I’m obsessed with Rocky and I’m thinking about him always.

In conclusion

[problematicenby]

The day I don't write something my friends suggest is the day I die.

These Ocs are my heart and soul.

Esha has always worked alone, it's just how he works, he's had no need for someone to help him. Besides, if he had help he'd have to share the children he takes and that, well that would just be horrible. So, he's never thought about having anyone to help him and cover up his acts.

Well, he didn't before.

Recently Esha has been, contemplating things. Children have been harder to find, more and more aren't allowed outside at all. Every child he takes is another two that are lost.

It makes him wonder that, if he found someone to help they could fix this problem, someone to make it seem like everything was alright, to push back on headlines of "The Phantom Killer strikes again!" and things about more and more missing children.

He can deal with sharing children, let whoever he finds have a turn with them. It wouldn't be the worst thing he guesses, just a little annoying.

The real problem, however, was actually finding someone, he couldn't just go out and ask random people if they'd like to help him with stuff. No.

He needs someone higher up in power who'd be willing to do this without any side effects.

He needs someone like…

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Aaron hasn't been enough lately. He needs something more, something that'll boost his dopamine, that'll make him feel normal. He's not sure where he'd get it without ruining the delicate façade up. He needs someone to run the operation.

Figuring out a way to get what he needs is hard, he needs enough dopamine to feel normal, Aaron only gives him about half of what he seems to want need now. He needs something that can get him new things, different things every few days or so. someone that he doesn't need to worry about hurting.

Aarons at school right now, Abaddon doesn't have work, which gives him time to think, plan.

It's why, when he sees the front page of the paper, he has an idea.

I mean, who else would give him what he needs, than the Phantom Killer?

Someone to be in the spotlight, to get kids of all ages for them. Abaddon's thinks it'd be a perfect match, it's like he's set it in stone already.

The only problem is how to get this "Phantom Killer"'s attention… Especially without notifying the public.

Throughout the following days, a plan is formed, it's not the best formed, nor is it a good idea but it's the only thing he could come up with to get his killer's attention. There's no information on them, only vague pictures from the public as he takes a child. And those aren't even good…

Abaddon groans, his hands coming to hold his head before he lets out a breath and makes his way back to his room. When he's there he dresses himself up, black on black on black, the only peak of him is his eyes. He makes his way into his closet and pulls out some rope, and a ring gag before stuffing them in a bag and leaving.

He hasn't done anything this stupid since he was a teenager. It's reckless.

Yet he carries on.

It's late when he leaves, midnight, there wouldn't be any kids out at this time. The curfew in the city and the fear from all the parents make sure of that.

He walks all the way to the other side of the city so he's less likely to be noticed, searching for a house with any kind of children's thing out front, he settles on a house with a small playset out front.

The lights are off, everyone is sleeping.

He just has to get in, get the child, and get out…

How hard could it be?

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Very hard. That's what Esha comes up with after his seventh attempt at trying to figure out how to find someone to do what he needs, no one rich wants to be known as a bad person and it's hard enough as it is to figure out if they're the kind of bad person he needs.

He gives up for now, pushing himself back harshly in his chair before huffing and dressing in his Phantom gear, he needs a child to blow off some steam.

t only takes a few minutes before he's out of his house searching. It doesn't even matter what age they are at this point, he'll take any child he can get his hands on. It's like, three, no six-year-old is going to be out playing tag with a small group of others to have fun.

No, no.

He's only going to find teens out this late, the older ones too, sixteen, seventeen.

It's dead silent, dead silent in New York. It makes no sense whatsoever for it to be this quiet.

This is what he gets for being too greedy with these children, they've gotten too protective of them.

His ears perk up when he hears struggling in an alley, it doesn't sound like much, small, sobs. Young sobs. He makes his way over there, invisibility waring slightly as he approaches a child.

No older than four.

It's alive, clearly, and although it almost looks like a trap he still takes the child. He goes invisible soon after and goes into an alleyway further down, untieing, and undressing them just in case there's a tracker somewhere on them.

While doing that he finds a piece of paper.

"Dear Phantom, I do hope this note finds who I'm looking for. I have a proposition for you, if you allow me to fulfill myself on some of the children that you find then I will do any favour you would like within reason. Please contact me: ### ### ####, if you accept."

Maybe finding someone won't be that hard after all…

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Seeing The Phantom Killer so up close was a truly awakening experience, they look young, although Abaddon can't truly confirm that since he can barely see any of them. But the way they move, it's so precise, movements made with such certainty that it's clear he's done this many times before. Once he leaves with the child Abaddon backs away and leaves himself.

Making it back to the house he checks on Aaron, pleased to find him sleeping. He makes himself some food and eats alone at the table before going into his bedroom, unsurprised to see his wife not there again. That good for nothing man.

He rolls his eyes before changing and getting into bed, a burner phone is put on the bedside table before he lets himself drift to sleep.

Only to be rudely awoken by the sound of the burner phone ringing hours later. He sits up and grabs at it, sucking in a small breath as he stares at the number. He shakes away the sleep that still plagued him for a moment before finally, answering the call and putting the phone up to his ear.

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"You brought me a child?" Is the first thing Esha says, staring at the thing as it sleeps in his basement, all dressed up in a onesie and diaper.

"I did."

"Abaddon? I didn't expect you of all people." Not even trying to hide his voice, it's like he wants to be caught.

"I've been craving more than what I have at the moment-" His son? "-See, I thrive off dopamine, my body, for a reason I'm unaware of, craves it in much more intense ways than others."

He hums, walking away from the child and going upstairs, locking the doors behind him.

"Go on, if you bring me a good proposition I may agree."

"The city has been more strict with their children as of lately. If I find a way for them to be more pliant will you allow me a 'turn' with the children it brings you in?"

It's tempting, very, very, tempting. "Let me have a turn with your son and there's a deal."

"Deal."

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When the call ends Abaddon lets out a small shiver, putting the phone down and getting up, barely caring that he got almost no sleep. He begins to get ready, taking a shower, getting dressed and leaving his room to make himself and Aaron some food. Just something simple, pancakes and some eggs. He sets the plates down in their proper spots and then goes to wake up his son. He stares at him the whole time they eat, admiring him, how he'll be pulled apart tonight, how he'll be used by a serial killer and Abaddon will get to watch.

He waves Aaron off to go to school before putting his plan into motion. The Phantom Killer will be here tonight, when Aaron's home, he'll have to already be ready. He grabs some rope, a gag, a blindfold, anything he thinks Phantom would want for this. He'll tie Aaron up, Phantom can undo it if he doesn't like it but it'll keep Aaron in place at least a little. Hands together, behind his back.

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Esha has always wondered what it would be like to have a go at Aaron Koshkin. The boy looks so perfect like he'd fit into Esha's hands perfectly, like he'd cry before he'd scream, that he'd fight before he'd cry. It's only a matter of waiting and toying with the small boy he has in his basement until it's time. It shouldn't be that hard to subdue Aaron.

He looks weak, traumatized, that much is clear with what Abaddon suggested.

It feels like a painful wait, hours upon hours of his dick leaking at the reminder that Aaron will be at his mercy soon. The boy he watched grow, always just out of his reach, now, he can't run, can't get away.

The time goes by so quickly and yet so slowly. It feels like the time has frozen yet sped up, waiting feels like an impossible task compared to everything he's already done.

Yet, he does it, he makes it the time and goes to their house, he makes it, he does it.

Looking at the inside of the Koshkin's house feels like he's done everything he's meant to in life, like he's finally got that final prize at the end of the game. he locks the front door behind him and comes into Aaron's room, watching as Abaddon ties Aaron up.

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"Dad, dad, what's going on?"

"Don't worry about it bud," Abaddon answers, continuing to tie his hands, making sure they're tight enough to hurt. He's already undressed him, already saw that fear in Aaron's eyes that makes his whole body light up with dopamine. "I won't be touching you in any way. I made a deal, ya? You just gotta sit tight for a little." He hums as he turns Aaron over onto his back, watching the way he squirms to try and get comfortable with this new position. "What do you mean? What deal? Dad?"

"Someone else is going to have a little fun with you this time bud!"

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"Am I interrupting something?" Esha asks as he finally stops being invisible, leaning against the wall, watching the horror fill Aaron when he figures out just who he's looking at. That's when the struggle starts. "Dad- dad no- no you can't let him. Dad, dad please. Come on- you can't be serious." His feet push against the bed, bringing him further up, until his head is pressed to the headboard, then, he lifts himself into a sitting position and his eyes flicker between the two of them.

"It's just one-time bud, you'll be fine."

That only seems to freak Aaron out more, especially once Esha begins to make his way into the room more. He stands at the edge of the bed, staring at Aaron, he's sure the boy can tell he's staring from the way he shivers and looks away.

"There's no need to try and hide yourself from me, Aaron." Esha purrs, tilting his head as he climbs more onto the bed, far enough so that he can grab Aaron's chin and force him to look at him. "I've been told I can't hurt you too much." That's the moment Aaron starts struggling, lashing out and trying to get away from Esha's hold, screaming for his dad to save him. All Abaddon does is watch, a smile on his face.

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Abaddon has always enjoyed the way Aaron screams and cries for help when he understands what's going to happen to him. This is no different. He closed the door when he saw that Phantom had made their (his?) entrance, choosing to lean against it just in case Aaron did somehow get out and away from Phantom's grasp.

But right now.

Oh right now, as he watches as his son begs in horror, for Abaddon to save him, for Phantom to stop, to not. It makes his dick grow hard in his pants, a groan leaving his mouth as he huffs.

"Look- look you… You don't have to do this! Please- there's- please- Phantom? Phantom- please don't." Aaron's sobs come from all of him, every inch of his body moves and squirms as he begs the killer peering over him. "Please- Dad please you can't let him do this!"

"We made a deal." Phantom answers before Abaddon can manage. "You don't get out of this, in any way." He lets out a laugh, Abaddon chuckles in follow, and Aaron seems to fall silent. Like the fight fell out of him and he starts to shut down.

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Esha doesn't let that happen, a cold, hard slap, rings out in the air. He stares down at Aaron before adjusting himself on the bed and tugging Aaron's naked body back so he's lying down. Esha's gloves hands move over Aaron's body, running down until he makes it to the boy's cock. It's hard and when Esha touches it, it twitches and Aaron lets out a soft groan. Then, he starts struggling once more.

Esha's not as patient this time, especially when he hears the rope start to snap and break apart. Esha narrows his eyes at the boy, forcing him over onto his stomach and pushing his head into a pillow. His other hands come to look at the rope, seeing how it frayed under Aaron's constant struggle. A small growl is let out as he watches Aaron struggle, his dick pushing against the fabric of his pants, desperate to come out. He doesn't move, just watching as who he assumes maybe Spider-Man's struggle dies down. He stays like that until he's just slightly twitching, finally pushing the boy back over. The mask gets close to his face as he pants and coughs. "You do anything like that again and I'll break your arm."

Aaron doesn't answer and just continues to try to breathe properly, tears coming down his cheeks, making him look even cuter than he already is.

He can hear Abaddon breathing heavily near the door but doesn't pay him much mind, his focus is on Aaron, and the fact that his dick is leaving pre.

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Abaddon feels like he's going to cum at the sight. Honestly, who knew that having his son handled by another predator - one known for killing their victims - would be so enjoyable? He's already taken his dick out, holding it restlessly in his hand, slowly stroking himself as he watches Phantom handle his son like nothing more than a bad mutt.

He adjusts himself against the door, trying to get a better view of the way Phantom slowly inspects the boy's cock. Running a gloved claw up one of Aaron's veins, listening to the noises the boy makes after, the way he bucks up and lets out a sob. He looks like he wants to struggle again but refrains. Whatever Phantom told him must have worked, well at that. Abaddon supposed he'd have to be good at making children shut up, he does this quite a lot. He's not even sure what Phantom's death count is at right now, it must be well in the fifties by now.

"I do hope you're enjoying the show Abaddon, I don't let others watch, ever." Phantom's voice rings out, causing Abaddon to scoff slightly. "Yes, yes, I'm just oh so grateful you're toying with my son."

Phantom lets out a laugh before turning back to Aaron, this time, bringing two fingers to the boy's mouth.

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"Open. You bite and you'll have consequences." Esha watches as Aaron does as he asks. His mouth is opened and the two fingers are slid into Aaron's mouth - which he promptly closes and begins sucking on. "Good mutt starting to understand your place aren't you?"

That, however, seems to set something off in the boy, his eyes turn to stare at Esha before he lets out a growl and bites out harshly on the fingers. They're pulled out right after and Esha huffs, inspecting the unharmed gloves. No fangs.

"You little whore!" He hisses, his dagger being pulled from his clothing and brought to Aaron who proceeds to suck in a breath and squirm to try and get away. He doesn't though, that much is clear.

Esha holds him still, dagger dragging along all the other scars on the boy's body, choosing a small, clear spot to dig into more. He doesn't stop until little beads of blood poke around the dagger. It's pulled back and he hums as Aaron's cries soften slightly.

"Now, you just love to make this harder for yourself, so, I'm going to cut you a few more times, then, I'm going to ram my dick into you. You don't get to be prepared at all." He hisses, he was going to at least stretch the boy out slightly but with that stunt, he just pulled no way will be continuing. "No- no no please Phan- please- I'm sorry-"

There's a moan from the distance, likely Abaddon enjoying this show they're putting on for him.

The dagger is brought down once more to the spot he marked, this time however he angles it. The tip digs into the small cut, digging much deeper this time as he cuts across his chest, listening to the wonderful cries as Aaron begins a struggle that falls short when it makes the pain worse. Then, the ripping from the rope comes back, it makes Esha dig it in deeper, only pulling away when that struggle stops. He's sure that Aarons tore that rope in half and is free from his restraint.

Still, the dagger is tucked away and Aaron is adjusted.

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The change of positioning makes Abaddon move to a better spot, from against the door to against a wall to the side of the bed so he can see Aaron better when Phantom fucks? into him. He's still not sure if Phantom is a female or male, he's almost certain they're a male but he won't know for certain until they begin to fuck Aaron or not.

Aaron is sobbing, it's the only sound currently in the room besides his own small, shaky moans from slowly rubbing his dick to the scene. The sobbing overtakes the moans easily though, it's horrible, makes his dick twitch, his wanting more.

The moment that Phantom only undoes his pants it's clear he's a man. The way Aaron's sobs get louder, the way he shakes his head and starts pleading for him to stop once more, calling for his dad.

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The second Aaron starts struggling Esha stops it, the second he tugs his hands out from behind him to try and properly attack Esha, it's stopped. His hands are pinned to his chest and Esha growls lowly. "The more you struggle the worse it'll be for you mutt." He watches as the boy's fight begins to die out and he just turns into an awful sobbing mess of begs and pleas to stop.

He doesn't stop.

No, instead he adjusts the both of them, getting fully between Aaron's legs and using his free hand to push them apart, revealing his pretty little entrance. Even when his hand is brought to his dick Aaron can't manage to close his legs all way, stuck with just wrapping around Esha, 'pulling' him closer if anything. "Desperate little whore, aren't you?" Esha would laugh and roll his eyes, pressing his dick against Aaron and beginning to push in.

The scream Aaron lets out is pure music, his struggles, they get so much worse, so much stronger than before. Esha is sure that Aaron is Spider-Man, poor thing thinks he actually has a chance of getting out with the way he's gently moving Esha's arm. When Esha finally bottoms out he pauses for a moment, just panting, listening to the way Aaron sobs and screams, to the small, quiet panting from Abaddon.

"I think you need more punishment. See what it takes to get you to stop struggling." Esha hisses out after a moment, turning his head to Abaddon and nodding.

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The second Abaddon gets the signal from Phantom he leaves the room. They had planned something that Abaddon had never considered before. Phantom brought up the idea, something he had always wanted to try but he wasn't sure what design to do.

Abaddon was the one who chose one, something real simple, from a kid's show that has a lot to do with branding of sorts. My Little Pony and those stupid little cutie-mark things.

He based it on that loyal one… What was her name again? He can't be bothered to think of it, just adjusting his pants back on as he continues down the hall, a nice, giddy feeling settling in his stomach as he enters his room to find a blow torch, and the metal, shaped brander he had made.

He lets out a laugh as he adjusts it in his hand and begins to make his way back to Aaron and Phantom where he left them. The more he watches the more he thinks he'll enjoy working with Phantom. It should be pretty simple to get more children out at night, to reassure them that everything will be okay, that he'll invest in protection for their children so they may have normal lives once more.

The second he gets back into the room and closes the door behind him Aaron's cries seem to get louder. Abaddon glances up at the two as he sets the stuff down on the bed. The sight before him makes his dick twitch and he quickly makes his way back to his spot against the wall.

Phantom has moved Aaron onto his stomach once more and pulled out of him, his hands are forced behind his back from where he broke out of his ropes (Abaddon still isn't sure how, but he's beginning to get theories about it.) and Aaron is kicking and screaming from his position. Only when Phantom goes to grab the two objects does Abaddon undo his pants once more and settle back down.

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Abaddon truly can be a good helper it seems. With the brand and blow torch beside Aaron, Esha adjusts himself so he's kneeling on Aaron's wrists. The whimper Aaron lets out and the brief pause of struggle from him makes Esha's dick twitch. The poor thing must be uncomfortable.

Still, Esha doesn't move from his new spot and instead grabs at his stuff and adjusts himself slightly, making sure he has a clear aim for the side of Aaron's hip.

Then, and only then does he speak. "I do hope you're ready Aaron, it'll look cute on you."

The torch is lit, the metal is heated.

Aaron's body shakes, he shivers and he sobs beneath Esha, he shakes his head and pleads for it to stop, even though everyone in the room, including him, knows it will not.

The blow torch is tossed to the side once it's heated up enough. the handle to the brand is adjusted right over Aarons body.

"Try not to pass out," Esha says with a laugh before bringing the hot metal down and pressing into Aarons hip.

The sob that Aaron lets out is the loudest yet and has Esha letting out a loud laugh and digging the metal into his side just a bit more.

It stays against his hip though, stays pressed to make sure it'll be a wonderful burn. His own little cutie mark.

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Aaron hasn't experienced anything like this before, at least he doesn't remember the last time he did. It burns, it burns so much and he can smell his skin melting in the air, there's a tingling on his wrists that can only be from the pain Phantom is causing him, pressing against delicate scars.

Every scream he lets out tears his voice a little more, makes it a little scratchier, a little harder to keep screaming. Every horrible shake of his head leads to nausea that travels right past the burn to his stomach.

His struggling slowed to mer twitches beside his head, tossing and turning, trying to regulate the pain, the horrible feeling of pain that his adrenaline just won't cancel out.

His mind just repeats over and over again that he needs out, his Spider-sense going off, again and again, and again and it only makes the nausea worse. His sobbing gets worse when he feels whatever metal had been pressed against him lifts when instead, gloved hands press and that's what does it.

The nausea in his stomach makes it bubble, makes everything feel horrible, and makes the world flip.

His food comes right back up and he vomits, unable to lift himself more than a few inches off the bed. He twitches and pants, his cheeks feel wet from tears, mouth and chin covered in vomit.

"Poor thing." Phantom's voice rings in and out of his ears and he shakes his head, whimpering and turning his head to bury it into the pillow.

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Abaddon has a lot of preferences for things.

Be it, food, clothing, hobbies.

He's aware everyone has preferences, and he's aware Aaron knows his.

…

He pushes himself off of the wall and begins to make his way over to Phantom and Aaron.

He's also smart, he's gained information over the years.

Like how adult humans can lose fifteen to twenty percent of their blood before passing out.

Aaron, passes out at just under fourteen.

"Phantom, may I use your dagger?" His voice is low, a slight growl as Phantom does, backing away with a laugh to let Abaddon do as he wants for a moment.

He climbs onto the bed, turning Aaron around onto his back so he can't hide. The boy has his eyes shut as he sobs, they're quiet things, like his voice has given out on him.

"Boy." He hisses and Aaron's eyes snap open to stare at him. "Dad- dad m' sorry- dad please-" "Shut up."

Aaron does.

These sheets are already ruined with that damn puke. There's no need to change them, they can afford to get a bit of blood.

Take maybe, tweleve precent, make him dizzy, weak, easy to move.

But he won't pass out, it'll let Phantom continue with whatever he wants without much more fighting. Like he'd be doing that anyway, Abaddon is sure that branding will have put enough fear in him that he won't try anything.

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Esha supposes this would happen at one point during this or another, that he'd have to sit back and watch for a little. He'd been told very briefly about Aaron's punishments, what would make him tic, fight, cry. Little things like that, he was also told about how Abaddon wanted things clean.

He's sure that'll be interesting to watch pace out, every movement Aaron seems to make causes him to wince and still, he's only making small sobbing noises, completely silent besides that.

Watching Aaron is truly an interesting thing, and he's sure that if this was a different time or a different place he may have taken the boy for his own, although, he supposes this way he always has someone to fall back on if he cannot find a child on his own to fill any cravings. It's not like either of them can stop him…

Esha stares at Aaron, wondering… Does Aaron think this is better than being raped? Which would he prefer in this situation..?

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Abaddon has a knife pressed against Aaron's thigh, right over another healed scar that was there before. He hasn't cut yet, just edging and poking at it slightly, digging it in to make Aaron inhale sharply before calming when the cut he's expecting doesn't come.

"You know what I think about you making a mess, don't you bud?" Abaddon asks with a small pur, finally cutting deeply into the scar, watching his leg jerk and the wound slice open, blood slowly beginning to fill the open space that was healed before.

Aaron cries out, claws coming out and scratching at the bedding, ripping apart the sheets. "Aaron."

"Yes- yes sir! I do!"

"Good." Abaddon hums, bringing the dagger up slightly, to a clean spot of skin, positioning it on one side, resting it lightly on Aaron's skin.

About a glass full.

Swip.

Aaron cries out and Abaddon watches the blood spill from the long line across Aaron's leg.

The dagger is put back in and another swipe is made, he watches Aaron's skin open into small bubbles of fat.

After that another cut is made.

And another. Another. Another. Another.

The cuts just keep getting bigger, deeper, peaks of fat turn into only fat.

It only stops when Aaron screams out "I'm sorry" His sobs are loud and are the only thing that fills the room. That seems to satisfy Abaddon as he pulls back and tosses the dagger back over to Phantom.

"Keep an eye out for too much blood loss." Is all Abaddon says, he shouldn't lose too much, he assumes Phantom knows what too much looks like too, he's been known to enjoy torturing his victims after all.

.

When Esha comes back over to Aaron there's blood all around him and he's sobbing. It's a beautiful sight.

Each cut is slowly leaking blood, even the one on his chest, it's mostly clotted but there's a small line of blood. Oh, and the crying, Aaron's small sobs are music to Esha's ears and have been since this whole thing started. The way he's crying, trying to hide his head in the pillow it's resting on and failing. The way he doesn't know what to do with his hands since they're not tied up anymore.

He looks beautifully horrible. Like he's about to be murdered and oh, how wonderful Esha thinks that would be, to be able to take Aaron's life from under him, dangle it over fire, tell him that he's going to die…

"You'll be okay." Is what he voices instead, poking at each little cut, watching the boy twitch and flinch from the pain as he slowly rights himself between his bleeding thighs. Esha's dick aches from getting a taste of being in Aaron only to have it ripped away.

This time he won't stop, he'll slide inside Aaron and fuck him like he never has been before.

He adjusts the boy on him, things moving open more, fingers digging into cuts just so he can hear Aaron scream out for him once more. By the time he's put into position Esha is needy, wanting for Aaron, so, a hand comes to his dick, pressing against his tight entrance before finally pushing in. A long, whimpering moan is let out from Esha as he bottoms out, Aaron is a lot tighter than he was the last time and that just seems to make it so much better.

It's like a free upgrade that was already near perfect before. He leans over Aaron slightly, panting and listening to Aaron's cries mix with small moans too, tiny little whimpers from pleasure that he's sure Aaron doesn't think belongs there.

"Fuck, you're so tight now." He groans out and he rolls his eyes when he hears Abaddon chuckle from wherever he is in the room, probably pressed against that wall of he's again. he seems to love it over there.

"Please don't" Aaron whispers out, shaking his head, staring up at his mask, it just makes the man laugh, adjusting himself slightly so he can have a better hold on him. Hands wrapping around his waist, keeping a tight hold on the boy. "You struggle too much and I'm sure I can find you some nice punishments." Esha hisses out before beginning to pull out of him and slamming right back in, causing the two to cry out. Esha is quieter, softer too, while Aarons is harsh and more of a sob than anything.

So, Esha sets a nice, slow, bordering painful pace for the both of them. He leans over Aaron, letting out slow, even breaths while he listens to Aaron's erratic ones, the ones that pant and make every inch of his being hot.

He speeds up, rhythm trying its best to stay even while his breathing doesn't. it turns erraticism unstable.

.

Abaddon hasn't personally seen anyone besides himself rape his son before and it's truly better than he thought it would be. Watching the two go at it, listening to the noises and how Aarons completely overtake Phantoms is music to his ears.

It's like watching the first time he fucked Aaron while he was completely there. Without the restraints of his heat and knowing that he wouldn't remember it. No, this gives him full dopamine again, it reminds him of that first time.

Makes him wonder, if, with this new lifestyle he'll have, just watching Phantom rape a few kids would be enough?

Being able to just watch it happen, to be there when he tortures and rapes his victims.

it'd be enough for months, no struggling with a kid who tries to fight back, no needing to break them, tie them up.

Just need to watch as someone else does.

It's a wonderful thought.

.

Esha lost track of slowly speeding up a little while ago, content with just fucking Aaron, digging his claws into the boy's skin, feeling the blood as it soaks into his clothing, feeling the bit of it that got on his dick.

Then, when Aaron cums and lets out a high squeal before flopping onto the bed, defeated, like a dead fish. There's no fight left in him, and when he looks up at Phantom, it's clear it died out a little while ago, maybe it'd still be there if he wasn't beginning to look so affected by his bleeding wounds. With the way they're moving, they're not bound to close on their own anytime soon. He's dazed, blinking slowly and focusing on regaining his breath while also still crying. No longer making much noise, reduced to small, wheezes and whimpers as Esha continues to fuck into him.

At least for a while more, as, a few seconds later he cums and groans, leaning into Aaron's body, pressing his mask against the cut he put on the boy's chest.

"Best time raping a kid I've had in months" He'd groan, staying there for a few more seconds and only when Abaddon replies does he pull out.

"Never a dull moment with him." The man would purr and Esha would hum in agreement.

He'd get off the bed, tucking his dick back into his pants and doing everything back up again.

"Well then, I do suppose I'll take you up on that offer, I don't see a point in me refusing anymore, clearly you've marked this one up nearly as much as you could." He offers after a few more moments, glancing down at Aaron, where he's still lying, completely unresponsive.

"Good, it'll be a pleasure doing business with you Phantom." Abaddon hums in response, it makes Esha look back up at him, taking his eyes off Aaron.

"I'm assuming that you have a phone that's untraceable, yes?" Esha asks with a small chuckle, humming when Abaddon smiles at him and nods, that, yes, he does have a phone like that. "Good, I wouldn't want anyone trace our calls."

"Yes, yes, there's no need for a simple slip-up to have both of our lives ruined."

"Of course, though, it's likely only your life would be in line, Abaddon, I would just need to move."

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There's still vomit on his face, Aaron can feel it. Can feel the way it's started drying on his skin, every movement just seems to make it worse.

The voices from the two adults in the room hurt his ears, the cum inside him makes every movement uncomfortable.

There's a burning from that brand they used on him, he still doesn't know what it is, what he does know is every movement from his legs hurt, from that, and the cuts.

It takes him a while to open his eyes, to get used to the light that was never shut off and doesn't seem to ever want to shut off.

That light gets worse when someone opens the door to the outside light and Aaron lets out a slight whine.

Then his mind repeats.

They opened a door.

Someone opened a door.

He could leave!

He could get out, leave Dad and his awful new 'friend' behind.

He forces himself to stand, to get up, leaning against the bed for support before running.

As fast as he can, as far as his legs will take him.

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The sound of stumbling and heavy panting alerts Esha pretty quickly that Aaron is trying to run, get out, escape. Whatever kind of plan he's got in his head falls short the second he trips over Esha's shoes and goes tumbling to the floor with a yelp. The boy lands right on all the cuts he has, to make Esha laugh as he walks over to Aaron. He makes no attempts at getting up or even rolling over, just laying there with his nose buried on the floor.

"You'd think he'd give up," Esha comments with a laugh, turning him onto his back with his foot. He's not passed out, glaring up at Esha while panting.

"No, it takes a lot to break him down fully," Abaddon replies with an equally amused laugh.

"I'll give the kid a final parting reminder before I go," Esha mutters out to no one, just, to anyone that will listen. Abaddon and Aaron, being the only two in there with him, are the main subjects of his voice.

Esha's foot is raised and his shoe is pressed into the cut on his chest.

Aaron wheezes, hands coming to clutch at the shoe, softly scratching with his cute, filed-down claws, whimpering and making sounds that vaguely resemble when he was saying sorry earlier.

He presses down more, he can hear a small crack in a rib, only then does he speak again. "Out of all the children I have taken into my care, I'm sure if I had you there you'd be my favourite." He'd laugh, foot coming up and pressing down right on his nose until he heard a nice crack to go along with his rib.

"You should be glad you never landed in my care, mutt. You'd be so much more broken than you are now." His foot is lifted and a swift kick is given to his cheek, knocking his head into the floor with a long groan.

It trails off into more soft sobbing and Esha lets out a huff of a laugh, stepping over the boy.

"I'll be in touch Abaddon."

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Abaddon waits a few more minutes once Phantom leaves, just to make sure he's truly gone. Only then does he pick his son up and take him right back into Aaron's room. He glances at the mess on the bed, scoffing before making his way into the bathroom and setting the boy against the toilet.

"You really don't know when to quit, do you bud?" He asks with a chuckle, beginning to fill the tub with warm water before turning to Aaron.

He takes his cheeks in a hand and moves his head around, inspecting his nose. "Phantom broke your nose boy, that wouldn't have happened if you just stayed in bed like a good boy." He hisses, letting go of his head and watching as Aaron spits out a tooth. "And a tooth, my my, what a stupid kid you are." He hisses, shaking his head as he gets back up to stop the water.

He picks Aaron back up and gently puts him in the water.

"Is he going to come back?" Aaron asks quietly after a moment.

"He might, I'm not sure," Abaddon answers, grabbing the shampoo to begin cleaning his hair.

"Please don't let him do it again Dad."

"We'll see bud."

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Esha feels great about himself, Once he gets home he changes into some new clothing and makes himself and that little kid downstairs some food. Just simple grilled cheese sandwiches, he also ends up grabbing another diaper.

He was gone for a while so he can never truly be too careful.

He's got a giddy smile the whole time he's down there, he doesn't even touch the child besides to change him. He doesn't think he's ever done that before, it's odd how giddy playing with Aaron for a little could make him feel.

He supposes this deal could be for more than just that.

Esha's sure Abaddon won't mind sharing Aaron again sometime, he seemed to enjoy it too after all.

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12 Days Of Rayman ♡

Day 5: Rayman in Santa's sleigh

Note: Im well aware that I spelled sleigh wrong in the actual drawing today 😭🙏 ignore that please ty ^-^

(In my defense, my spelling error does make this funnier)

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(Decided to do Captain Laserhawk Rayman today :D)

Context: Every day up until the 25th December, I will post a doodle of Rayman! These will all be drawn digitally, other than the cover. I just wanted an excuse to draw my boy honestly!

Stay tuned for day 6!! :3