#tumblr fight me rn

[templarkicker]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61756108/chapters/159510235

“There you are!” Rook said fondly.

Vorgoth made his way towards Myrna and offered her the steaming cup which she took gracefully. 

“Thank you, my nocturne dream.” She lifted the porcelain to her lips and took a dainty sip, letting out a content sigh. 

“Nocturne dream, huh?” She snickered only for a moment, until Vorgoth laid a heavy hand down on Rook’s shoulder. His large golden bracelets collided together with the movement, and rang out like the deathly tolling of a bell.

“BACK STRAIGHT, AND FOCUS. CHILD.” He chastised and Rook felt her shoulders pull back and unconsciously straightened her posture.

Chapter 9 of my Emmrook AU!

[likelimeonade]

Have you seen anything more romantic? (They make me SICKKKKK)

[beebundt]

thinking a little too much abt durge/orin sibling relationship rn. 🩸ft. my durge (briar, they/them)

[mysteryanimator]

I spedran this prompt so fast

[martyryo]

Post before I have breakfast. Sorry for absence, I got worse. Uhmuhmuhm Tyler at the beach and there's waves splashing him ig. It's just some drawing guys idk.

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

🍓Artfight

Bean by tism on artfight 🍓

[4-0-7-7]

Hot pink bitch named blowjob!!

Closeups under the cut

[mochiiniko]

day 4: old cocole art dump because its about time i posted these 💀

essay in the tags youve been warned lmao

[raineandsky]

#102

tw: abuse, threats, knives

The superhero barely sleeps anymore, but he can’t afford to. His mind is always haunted by one question: where has the hero gone?

His assistant lingers on the threshold to his office while he stares blankly at the table. She clears her throat when he shows no sign of acknowledging her. She holds a little envelope out to him when he glances up, his name written on the front in glittering cursive.

He reads the contents. Rereads. Looks to his assistant for answers. Receives none. Stares back down at the words on the little note in front of him.

“Well,” he says flatly, “I suppose I best go if we want the city to stay intact.”

-

The supervillain answers the door with a winning smile and a shocking amount of hospitality. 

“I’m so glad you made it,” he says brightly. He ushers the superhero into what can only be described as a mansion. Crime clearly pays well—or he likes to pretend it does. Who knows how he came into a house like this.

The supervillain sets the superhero down in an extravagant dining hall. Servants line the room, practically invisible in the shadows, almost as much of the furniture as the table and chairs in the middle of the room. Most of them have their eyes pointed to the floor.

The supervillain settles in the chair opposite and motions for one of the servants to step forward with a wine decanter. They pour it out agonisingly slowly, their focus honed in on the glass, before skirting around the table to do the same for the superhero.

The superhero startles. “Oh, there’s no need—”

“Nonsense!” the supervillain gestures for the servant to continue. “You’re my guest. Have a drink, please.”

The wine is poured. The servant steps back, their gaze flitting to the supervillain, and with the slightest nod of his head they retreat back into the shadows.

The superhero watches them go, catching the eye of one of the other servants standing on the outskirts of the room. It catches him off guard slightly—he could’ve sworn they were all staring at the floor—but after a moment to study their face he has to hold down a choked gasp.

That’s the hero. The hero he’s spent endless days searching for. The hero that disappeared off the face of the earth, who seemed to just cease to exist. The hero’s staring back at him like they’re equally stunned to see him here, their eyes wide and their jaw slack.

The quiet goes on too long. The supervillain twists in his chair to glance at whatever’s caught the superhero’s interest.

“Ah,” he says shortly. The single word seems to snap the hero out of it, their gaze immediately snapping back down to the ground. “Is my servant here bothering you?”

“You—” You invited me here on purpose. The superhero can’t think of words outraged enough. They’ve been here the whole time. “How dare you—”

“[Hero],” the supervillain says lightly. “Come here.”

The hero shares a worried glance with the servants next to them before slowly stepping towards him. They pause just behind his chair, their head bowed—out of fear or respect, it’s not obvious. “Sir?”

The villain holds his hand up to them expectantly. “Give me your hand.”

The hero spares a glance at the superhero. “B-But sir, our guest—”

“Your hand, [Hero].”

They hesitate, their breath uneven. Then they slowly, slowly put their hand in the supervillain’s.

The supervillain moves faster than the superhero can react. He slams their palm down against the table, his grip deathly tight on their wrist. A steak knife sits in his other hand, the tip poised over the back of the hero’s hand.

The superhero’s on his feet in an instant. The hero desperately tries to pull away, but the supervillain’s grip on them is vice-like.

“Now,” he says smoothly, “what have I said about manners?”

“[Supervillain],” the superhero tries.

“Haven’t I taught you anything?”

“I– I’m sorry.” It comes out of the hero’s mouth like a knee-jerk reaction, like it’s been said a million times before. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again—”

The supervillain twists the knife testily against their skin. Something of a strangled sob tears from the hero’s throat. “Staring is rude, [Hero].”

“I– I know, I’m so sorry—”

“[Supervillain],” the superhero snaps with all the authority he can muster. “Stop.”

“I deal with my servants how I please, [Superhero].” The supervillain’s gaze pulls up to him lazily.  “This is my domain, not yours.”

But he thankfully lets go of the hero. They pull back nervously fast, their hands cupped over each other protectively. The supervillain glances back at them as they attempt to meld back into the shadows. “Go downstairs, [Hero],” he says flatly. “We will discuss this incident later.”

The hero’s gaze snaps back to him like he just asked them to walk into hell itself. “Down– Downstairs?”

“Don’t make me repeat my instructions twice, [Hero]. You know this.”

Their eyes flit between the supervillain and the superhero for a moment. Then they dip into a short bow, and with a slightly choked “sir,” they practically bolt from the room.

A couple of the servants behind the supervillain exchange whispers and sorrowful glances.

“I must apologise,” the supervillain says with an innocent sigh. “I thought I’d trained my servants better than that. I assure you such behaviour will be dealt with.”

The superhero’s still on his feet. “Release them immediately.”

The supervillain idly swills the wine for a second. “Or what?”

“The agency will not stand for this.” The superhero clenches his fists at his sides. “I will not stand for this.”

“Well,” the supervillain drawls, “you can have them back when I’m dead.” The supervillain sets his glass on the table a little too hard. “This has been a wonderful evening, [Superhero]. Now get out.”

-

It takes 20 minutes to get back to the agency, and by then the superhero has a half-formed plan in his head and a burning cry for vengeance.

When he’s dead. So be it.

[italyveneziano]

Happy 10 year anniversary to the platonic America and England Lullaby For a Stormy Night AMV i made back in 2014 🥳

[ma-re-zo]

I need everyone to know that I watched fight club and how obsessed I am

Excuse the lack of effort I just had an explosive bizarre adventure in the bathroom

[tallwife]

*actions that have caused harm such as punching from someone who was trying to hurt you. not including accidents

[rabioa]

Werewolf!Vox x Red Riding Hood!Reader??

Little You and The Big Bad TV

Big Bad Wolf!Vox x Red Riding Hood!Reader - Concept - Gender Neutral

You were just the innocent Little Red Riding Hood, kept safe from the horrors of Pentagram City. When you meet the Big Bad Wolf Vox, your life is turned upside down. The only issue is do you even realize he's ruining you? Surely, he isn't the bad guy in this story, after all, Vox was your best friend, your only friend, the only person who just wanted the best for you, right...?

TW: Crazy amounts of manipulation and corruption, this feels like Valentino levels of toxic, he is such a red flag in this, any Hazbin Hotel warnings

Hhhh tumblr decided to be funny and delete my draft of this </3 Anyways, this was my first request! I wrote this as a general conception of the topic rather than specific scenes since I had so many ideas of how it would go. I wrote like three drafts until I finally settled on this lol. I really tried to push how he gradually manipulative Vox is towards the innocent Reader. Lmk if there are any typos!! Remember to stay hydrated and slay the day away

Vox was the big bad wolf of Pentagram City. He was a wolf, both in character and in capitalism, managing to brand himself to monopolize anything material he could get his hands on. He managed to garner a fearsome reputation for being a greedy and hungry beast, yet everyone still relied on him for technology and whatnot. 

You were the innocent Little Red Riding Hood. You were always sheltered, living on the outskirts of Pentagram City with your mother and father, ensuring you had everything you’d need in the small cottage. No complicated technologies that could risk unsavory individuals from stealing your privacy were allowed in the house. There were no muggings or burglars in the desolate corner of land in the meager outlands. As you got older you craved to explore the concrete jungles. Your parents compromised by letting you go on trips alone to the other side of the pentagram to the humble apartment your grandmother lives in. You always went with your red cloak and a basket of goods. You’d spend the night at your grandmother’s to catch up before returning home in the morning; A neat weekly routine.

Although your parents told you tales of monsters in the world, you never really paid attention. After all, if your home was so pleasant then how could the world be so awful? Surely you wouldn’t be able to have such a happy life if it were as bad as they made it out to be!

You met him on one of your journeys across the city. He was charming, so much so that you completely ignored the cybernetic wolf ears on his head and how they resembled the devil horns your mother warned you against. He was so polite that you were surely you were mistaken each time you saw a hungry glint in his eyes. During your interactions his claws were all over you, constantly resting on your shoulder or guiding you by the small of your back. You never really minded it, his hands occasionally heavy against your flesh but never drawing blood. He was always kind enough to escort you to the edge of his domain ensuring you were safe in his lands, how sweet of him to protect your innocence.

You grew to adore your outings solely so you could see your new friend! He always managed to find you when you were on your path, and you never questioned it. It must be fate and totally not him spying on you whenever you step within the range of any VoxTek item! Eventually, though, he grew greedy. It was in his nature, to want to consume everything, a gluttonous beast. Your innocence was amusing for a while and he was content with the brief interactions, but he found himself wanting to corrupt you. After all such a naive person was rare. 

It started as small things. He would encourage you to spend a little longer on your outings. He would gift you small items, slowly building up into him gifting you a VoxTek phone. Vox would whisper temptations in your ear, guiding you into cafes as you both share some sugary drinks and laugh together. The city was nothing like your organic home life, everything was artificial but it was all so entertaining! He would escalate his plans though. Eventually, he had you lying straight to your family’s face so you could sneak a little more time with him. You lied to your grandmother, saying your visits would have to become biweekly due to some new plans at the house. In truth you’d spend your nights with Vox, learning more about the city. He would take you to clubs, to stores, and even to the V Tower! It put stars in your eyes as you tasted the sweet forbidden fruit of the citylife.

Over time you realized Vox was a lot more popular than you thought. Your friendly wolf was a busy man yet he always made time for you. How kind of him, really shows how much he cared about you! 

When you were home, you’d sneakily text Vox throughout the week, hiding the phone constantly so your parents wouldn’t be clued into your rebellious behavior. You slowly became more modernized, learning more about the outside life your parents hid from you. Vox would constantly point out their “controlling” behavior, persuading you that they were being cruel, trying to keep you caged like some bird, they used the excuse of “safety” so they could keep you trapped. This began to lead to more conflict at home. Of course, you made sure it wasn’t anything too extreme, after all, you couldn’t bear to be too aggressive. You couldn’t risk them taking Vox away from you. Vox was your best friend, your only friend, the only person who just wanted the best for you. 

Occasionally Vox would even appear outside your house in the late hours of the night, sneakily giving you charming gifts of the latest fashionable accessory or tech toy as he chatted with you. Soon you amassed a collection of contraband that you hid under your bed. 

Vox was the only person you could rely on. The only one who cared about you. Even your family was against you. Your family, the ones who raised you, didn’t love you. Only Vox was the honest person you knew. Perhaps he was an angel?

That’s why when one day shit hit the fan, you turned to Vox. Your father needed some old box that was kept under your bed but he ended up finding an odd black and cyan box. Upon further examination, he was horrified. Modern tech, being snuck into his house? His child, the very kid he thought he raised to be honest and good, was involved in bad things. He and your mother were furious. It got messy, leading to a big screaming match as they threw away all of your beloved gifts from Vox. You ran out of the house, going to the comforting neon lights of the city. You called Vox, sobbing, begging him to take you away. He was right, your parents were awful cruel people. Vox was all too pleased when you crawled to him. 

He settled you nice and neat into his penthouse in the V Tower. You were officially isolated from everyone but him. He made sure you got controlled tidbits of information. Slowly, he introduced you to Valentino and Velvette. He began to show you more extreme things, normalizing them. He had the lowest performers shot? Well, maybe they should’ve worked harder! People were being exploited in Valentino’s films? They signed the contract, they consented to it all! Velvette verbally abused her workers? She was just encouraging them to be better! Your innocent mind became twisted into Vox’s little pet. He was your everything. The outside was scary after all! You’d be in danger if you wandered without him. Just rely on him.

Ignore the way he loomed over you like you were prey. Ignore the way you weren’t allowed to see your family anymore. He was the only one that mattered. Look at him. Worship him. He was your everything. You were now his caged bird, happily chirping along to whatever song he wanted. The big bad wolf consumed Little Red Riding Hood; The only thing left was your newly corrupted self.

[dark-elf-writes]

A Hot for Teacher drabble? In this economy? More likely than you think.

I was reading through HFT and found a post about genma finding naru lost in the grocery store and it possessed me

Genma Shiranui was pretty sure the brightly colored package in his hand wasn’t actually food despite its many claims otherwise.

A glance through the ingredient list found nothing recognizable as something that came from nature, and he had major doubts that anything in that shade of orange the “food” was depicted as on the front was truly edible. He tossed it in the basket with his stack of instant ramen and energy drinks and swore to Guy’s ghost (not that he was dead, but speaking to his friend’s metaphorical spirit was far less exhausting than the enthusiastic lecture on nutrition he would get in person) that he would at least grab a premade salad before he left. He had just moved down to the next probably inedible and brightly colored package of junk food screaming for his attention when he heard the sniffle.

Genma frowned, looking at the package his hand was hovering over for a heartbeat too long before realizing the sound had come from below him. 

(He was still getting used to the whole “friends with single dads” thing. A part of him still wanted to look around for a responsible adult for himself, so the idea of being the responsible adult for someone else was a special kind of horrifying. That said, Genma showed up every time Guy or Kakashi needed a sitter even if the first time he had to look up how the hell he was supposed to change a diaper.)

The sight of familiar blue eyes, if bloodshot and rimmed with red from the tears that were pouring down the poor kid’s cheeks, was all Genma registered before a little body hit him with the force of a truck. His bad arm flew back to catch himself on the shelf, sending a painful twinge through his shoulder, while his good arm pulled his basket out of the way before a little head could slam into it.

“Naruto?” He managed through the pain as his brain finally caught up with who exactly the tiny bowling ball attached to his legs was. “Hey, buddy, what’s wrong? Where’s your dad?” That was, apparently, the wrong thing to ask as Naruto immediately burst into loud, body-shaking sobs.

Genma was an ex-soldier. He had stood calm under fire. He had taken a bullet and still dragged his battle buddy to safety before passing out from blood loss. 

He had a full two second panic when faced with a crying toddler.

Wrenching his panicking thoughts under control with an iron grip, Genma shifted the two of them until he was kneeling in front of Naruto, abandoning his basket to pet wild blond hair and whispering soft assurances as the poor kid cried. It took a couple minutes and a few repetitions to understand the word Naruto gasped out between sobs, but Genma eventually got the gist of it by the time Naruto had calmed enough that his sobs were more hiccups. 

Naruto had said he was too big for the cart, so Kakashi had allowed him to walk next to him while they shopped. Only Naruto had seen something that sparked his interest and wandered off, and by the time he remembered he had broken his promise to stay by his dad he didn’t know where in the store he was. Naruto had been looking for his dad when he had seen Genma and knew he would help.

Genma smiled and ruffled Naruto’s hair. “I’m glad you found me, kiddo. Now the two of us can find your dad, yeah?”

Fat little fists rubbed at those teary blue eyes so hard that Genma gently pulled them away for fear the kid would do some damage. “What if he’s mad?”

“Mad?” Genma asked, running gentle fingers under Naruto’s eyes to wipe away more stray tears before Naruto could start rubbing again. “Nah, he’s not gonna be mad. He’s too much of a worry wart for that.”

Naruto sniffed, and Genma mentally cursed himself for not carrying tissues as the kid ripped his nose on his orange sleeve. Some Uncle he was. “Promise?”

“I swear it, kiddo. Now c’mon, let’s find your dad.”

Genma shifted his basket to his bad arm before lifting Naruto up, settling him on his hip as he straightened from his crouch. Any discomfort from the weight on his arm was well worth it when Naruto rested his head on his shoulder. Even the thought of the toddler snot that was certainly getting wiped off on him didn’t bother him when Naruto let out a sniffly little giggle when Genma bounced him up into a more comfortable position.

It wasn’t the most comfortable carrying a still upset child in one arm while the other screamed in protest under the weight of the pitiful collection of junk that was Genma’s groceries, but Genma had been in far more uncomfortable situations. Being shot had a way of forcing perspective like that. 

In the end it wasn’t hard to find Kakashi. He was tearing up the main aisle like a madman head whipping left and right as he scanned the aisles. It probably would have been funny if he couldn’t see the near panic in his friend’s eye.

“Yo! Kash!”

Kakashi’s head snapped to him so fast Genma felt a twinge of sympathy in his own neck. He barely had the time to see one dark eye widen in recognition before his friend was there, abandoned cart slamming into a shelf hard enough to make the entire thing shutter at the force in his desperation, all but snatching Naruto from his arms and burying his face in wild blond hair. Naruto, whose tears had restarted the moment he caught sight of his dad, clung to Kakashi’s shirt and wailed into the dark fabric. 

The sound had attracted the eyes of the few people shopping at this hour, but a flash of a smile that was anything but friendly and a few pointed glares from Genma convinced their audience to suddenly find the nutritional facts of whatever was in their hand very interesting for the conceivable future. It was a bit harder wrangling Kakashi and Naruto down one of the side aisles, but Genma managed it. Saving the abandoned cart was far easier and had the added benefit of letting Genma put his own basket down as he steered with one hand. 

Once he had all three of them tucked into the most private space he could manage in the store he turned to his friend, frowning when he caught the rapid rise and fall of Kakashi’s shoulders and white-knuckled grip he had on Naruto’s jacket.

“Hey man,” Genma paused a few feet away when he saw Kakashi’s arms tighten. Right. Grounding first and comfort later. “You’re good. The kid is good too. He’s super smart, you know. Went straight to a safe adult and asked for help. Nearly scared me half to death when I saw him there, but he was real brave. I promised him as much junk food as he wanted before bedtime, so that’s probably not the best but I would argue that’s my right as honorary favorite uncle.”

Kakashi’s snort was more than a little harsh (and wet. Ugh, Genma didn't want to think what that was like with the mask) but his death grip on Naruto’s jacket loosened a little and he managed to pull back enough to glance up at Genma through his silver bangs. 

“Guy’s his favorite uncle.”

“Bullshi- cra- poop. Bull poop. Lee is his favorite cousin, and Guy is the person that makes Lee appear, that’s all.”

“Bullshit.”

“Hey! Little ears or some shit! Wait, fuck. I mean–!”

Kakashi’s huffed laugh was a welcome sound. Naruto’s muffled little giggle was even more so. Genma was batting a thousand here. “So, anyway, Favorite Uncle Genma declares that tonight is movie night complete with all the junk food we can eat without barfing. Don’t even try to argue. I know damn well you don't have anything planned for tomorrow, so all three of us are staying up past bedtime and bonding.” 

It was surprisingly easy to corral Kakashi and Naruto out of the store. Kakashi hadn’t even protested when Genma had paid for all the groceries himself, which might have been because he was far too busy glaring at anyone who looked at Naruto too long like an overgrown guard dog. He also didn’t argue when Genma snagged his keys and shoved him into the passenger side after buckling Naruto into his car seat which was a mercy considering lifting Naruto up into his seat and transferring the groceries into the back had done Genma’s shoulder no favors. He’d make Kakashi drive him back to his car in the morning… or text Hayate and bribe him into using the spare key to get it home.

Thankfully, Genma was around enough that Kakashi’s pack didn’t jump him immediately after he shouldered through the door with both sets of groceries hanging off his good arm. Even better Genma actually remembered where Kakashi kept the laminated paper with all of the dogs’ dinner needs so he managed to get all eight of them fed and watered correctly without having to break up the tangled mass that was Kakashi and Naruto on the couch. 

Eventually all three of them were situated on Kakashi’s singular couch (god he and Guy needed to see about getting the poor bastard more furniture that wasn't child-sized or a dog bed) with varying bowls and packages of candies, cookies, and the mystery orange monstrosity Genma had picked up at the store that Naruto loudly claimed as his favorite spread around them. There was even an age-appropriate movie droning on in the background that they all paid half attention to while hunting for their preferred snack. Sure, the amount of sugar and god knew what else all three of them were eating could hardly be considered a balanced dinner, but Genma was content in the knowledge that all three of them were fed without bloodshed or any more tears. 

He was killing this whole Uncle thing.

Naruto had dropped into sleep, snoring away from his spot sprawled across both of them, when Kakashi reached one arm behind the couch and flicked something light and flat over Genma’s head. It took some shifting to free his good arm enough to peel what turned out to be a heating pad off of his face.

“You fucked up your arm,” Kakashi accused.

“A bullet fucked up my arm. I just irritated it.”

That earned him a rude gesture which was rather merciful considering Kakashi’s usual gruff sort of love. Maybe Genma should let himself be a kid mattress more often. “Well you’re damn good at it, bastard.”

Genma laughed, stilling when Naruto shifted on top of him. When he was sure his living blanket was still out he shot Kakashi a smirk. “I’m good at a lot of things, I’ll have you know.”

Kakashi’s face did something complicated. “You are. Better than me.”

Suddenly Genma wasn’t so sure they were talking about being annoying anymore. He nudged Kakashi with his socked toes and narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re a good dad, Kash. I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.”

“Even me?” Kakashi asked with a pointed look at Genma’s bad shoulder.

“I never said that I’d win the fight.” That earned him a snort, which Genma took as a win. “Seriously, Kakashi, what you’re doing is fucking hard. I can barely manage to take care of myself most days, much less a living breathing human being. Even if it wasn’t just you it would be hard. Everyone talks about how hard it is, that’s why they have those mommy groups and shit so you can drink wine and talk about how hard it is.”

“Actually they’re more–”

“See? You know! You give a fuck about your kid enough to know! This doesn’t make you a bad dad. Fuck, my old man forgot me at the store twice when I was Naruto’s age. Shit happens, and you’re the kind of smart that will figure out the leash the first time instead of the second.”

Kakashi’s kick was far gentler than it would have normally been either because the cold blooded bastard had finally grown a heart or because of the toddler still using Genma as a futon… probably the toddler. “Make all the dog jokes about me you want, but leave the kid out of it.”

Genma blinked. “I wasn’t!”

“Leash?” Kakashi pointed out with an unimpressed eyebrow.

“I was serious, asshole! They make like backpacks with fucking leashes or some shit. Better than the bracelet I had to–” Genma broke off as a thought occurred to him. Wait, hold on, you mean I was a leash kid, and Hatake ‘Dog Food Isn’t That Bad’ Kakashi wasn’t?”

Despite being friends with Kakashi for years, Genma still wasn’t entirely sure how the bastard managed to smirk with the mask hiding his mouth. What he was sure about was that it was fucking annoying to have aimed at him.

(Genma ignored the slight feeling of relief in his chest that Kakashi was back to his usual bastard self.)

“That explains so much about you.”

“Fuck off, you didn’t even know leash kids were a thing before now!”

“And yet so many burning questions about Shiranui Genma have been answered in one fell swoop!”

The renewed ache in Genma’s arm was well worth the sight of the orange monstrosity of a snack he had picked up at the store bouncing off of the skin between Kakashi’s eyes, and onto the floor. At least it was until the two of them scrambled to get out from under Naruto and to the mystery snack before one of the dogs could snatch it. 

(A few days later Genma showed up at Kakashi’s door proudly showing off the orange fox harness backpack much to Naruto’s delight, firmly solidifying himself in the position of favorite uncle.)

[sundrykitsch]

artfight 2024! good luck and let's have fun ;3!!!

[paging-possum]

Everyone gets more ttrpg art I think about this place 24/7 forever!!