#toxic yaoi my beloved

[kirbay-zh]

We are so fucking back

does he know? does he know what he's doing with this?

[seizethegay420]

He lost focus and wanted a consensual workplace relationship

[ringosmistress]

[ohposhers]

He's a keeper!

[1071png]

.👻🪶.

[ollikiwi]

Sketch and half-render because i like both

[acrylcii]

the jontim voices won today...

girl pinning your boss to the wall will Not fix your issues yall need Therapy

[xxch3rryl0v3xx]

THE WAY MONTY TREATS HIM JUST BEFORE HE GETS FUCKING IMPALED

Damn country boy you fucked this shit up beyond human comprehension. But im actually so excited to see the arc that monty now goes through. Will he ask for help will he try to play one last trick on will before he perishes? Does will perish? He very obviously has a punctured lung and through research ive conducted, people can live with a punctured lung. Either way

TOXIC YAOI THIS WEEK CHAT!!!!!!

[frogwiththephatahh]

LLAMAS WITH HATS CONFIRMED TOXIC YAOI WE ARE SO BACK

[bowsergotdunked]

brain fried

[juanasfanart]

just realized that theyre like the characters from that one aimkid animation so i make this

[poptart-arts]

How do I draw a truck

Help… I feel the transformers fixation crawling back to me…

[cherryxfanta]

"Sixerr~💞"

I know he giggles and kicks his feet like a highschool girl everytime he sees ford

[da-g04t]

Dante falling for Nero bc he reminds him Vergil fuck. Then when they get together the guilt that washes over Dante because he knows it’s wrong, but doesn’t want to ruin things.

They’ve broken me

[fish0fscience]

boo hoo

[plasma-studios]

the fic is taking a while SO excerpt:

“Poppy’s angel. I imagine she was very taken with you. A hero, come to save us all.” Its voice dripped with sarcasm. “She must be rather disappointed. Always so stubborn.”

So Poppy had made it out? Well. He tried to feel something at that, but all he felt was numb.

He flinched at the biting pain. The thin metal fingers had pricked his skin, the wrist settling along the length of his neck as the tips bit into his cheek.

“Such a shame. But we must make do.”

He croaked as the weight tightened around his throat. The choking pain pressed and pressed in further and blurry black circles were forming and leaking through his eyes—

The weight released him, gasping.

“Really? You’ve survived so much, and this is where you falter?”

You try being choked—

He breathed, and closed his eyes. Breathing, breathing.

“Look at me.”

He didn’t move for a moment. He exhaled, and opened his eyes. A soft sigh left the Prototype.

“Obedient. Capable. It’s no wonder she took such a shine to you.”

He was thinking, now. Even if Poppy had left him, it had simply been because of the Prototype. Maybe she still trusted him. Maybe he could barter away that trust. If the Prototype chose to work with even the Doctor, it meant it was willing to compromise in the face of something it needed.

Maybe the Prototype would let him leave, if he gave it Poppy. And he really was obsessed with Poppy. Ugh, it made him want to gag.

But try as he might, he just couldn’t open his mouth to offer it. He should, it would raise his chances of survival higher than the current null.

He opened his mouth.

Yet it was as if his throat was jammed shut.

The Prototype drew closer, form rippling as whatever skeletal head there was tilted.

“What are you thinking, angel?”

That stupid nickname. He hated it. He’d hated it when he heard it fall from DogDay’s lips. Angel? Like he was some holy creature descended from the heavens? More like something that had crawled its way up from hell. That would explain why he made such a poor hero.