#wretch!sans

[asteroiidx]

a little drawing i made in the car [drawing with ur fingers is so RAAA]

wretch sans has ht sans essence so it makes sense that i draw him <3

wretch!sans is owned by @dmanix

[grillasnago]

Drew the legendary Wretch in my style!

Wretch is an oc made by @dmanix !

[rhapsodyred-writes]

A Sailor's Tail

This is a fic I wrote for @dmanix, based on the animatic he made for a Siren AU of his boy Wretch, which you can find here! This little fic ended up being much longer than I'd originally planned, but I'm happy with it. Enjoy!

Word count: 1,469

You weren't an inexperienced sailor. You knew all about sirens, and you knew that, under no circumstances, should you jump from your boat into a siren's waiting arms. No matter how tempting the song made that urge, such an act would mean certain death and you were keen to avoid that; you'd heard no shortage of horror stories.

But this siren - Wretch, he'd introduced himself as - there had been something different about. It was hard to place, even now as you thought back on it, but the hunger you'd seen in his eye as he lured you from your boat and into his arms wasn't the kind you'd expected. Perhaps it was that the siren's song had already gotten a hold of you, but now that you thought back on it, you couldn't remember if he'd actually been singing at the time. You couldn't deny though, that it didn't seem like he wanted to eat you.

No, apparently it seemed as though he wanted to keep you.

He'd even used his magic to give you a way to breathe underwater; if he intended to eat you, surely it would have been more efficient to let you drown.

He'd brought you home, gently ushering you toward the mouth of a cave surrounded by swaying vegetation. It seemed like he wanted you to enter the cave of your own free will, but that hardly mattered; you were so smitten with him that you likely would have done anything he'd asked of you.

And it seemed like he was smitten with you too.

Days passed and Wretch left the nest regularly. He'd be gone for what felt like hours - or more, some days - at a time, but he always returned with food and affection. There was only so much space in this cave after all, and even if there was enough room for separated sleeping quarters, you felt like he'd still find a way to wrap himself around you somehow. It wasn't just at night either. He never wasted an opportunity to touch you, or hold you, or wrap himself as much around you as he could.

At first you hadn't been sure how to feel about how touchy he was, but it didn't take long to get used to it - helped by the fact that he was never rough with you. Sometimes he touched you as if he was afraid you'd shatter - as though you were some beautiful, fragile thing.

Reasonably speaking, he was taking very good care of you.

The only catch was...you couldn't leave. It was padded and comfy, and you were surrounded by plant life that swayed in the current and shielded your little hidey hole. But as comfortable as it was, and as well-treated as you were, it was still a prison. It was a cage you had entered of your own accord, lured by a feeling you couldn't quite place. But a cell was a cell, no matter how comfortable it was.

Some days you felt a little like...a trophy. A prize catch that inspired a kind of greed and possession over you. Like only he was allowed to even look at you. But even this was nothing more than a feeling with little to no basis in fact.

"You can't leave," He'd told you, his yellow eyelight narrowing. "It's too dangerous for you, so stay inside. Promise."

You'd promised readily, but you would have promised anything with nary a thought of the consequences - especially with the way he smiled at you.

And now here you were, with nothing to do but wait for your siren to return with food and the only physical comfort you had these days. Every time you watched him leave, those hours (Minutes? Days? It was hard to tell.) before he returned were agonizing. You had nothing to do, and you were reliant on him for everything. Being so entirely dependent on one person for your very existence was exhausting, especially when that one person left you alone so much.

It was hard to say how much longer you could do this. At the same time though, you promised, and you didn't really want to go back on that. This was his habitat. You were trusting him to know the dangers that lurked in the shadows; surely he had his reasons for keeping you cooped up. But every time he left, it wore you down a little more.

He wasn't stupid either. You'd known from the moment you'd made eye contact with him that he was as smart as you - if not smarter. He had to have known what this confinement was doing to you, and sometimes when he returned, the smile on his face was a little tighter than usual, a little bit more forced. But he always brought food and touch, and he always spoke and acted gently with you, so the routine you'd fallen into stayed mostly the same.

Until one day, when you couldn't bring yourself to eat as much as usual. This constant loneliness was getting to you, and for some reason, you just weren't as hungry today. But the two of you had developed a routine over the time you'd been there with him, and Wretch knew something was off. Granted, he probably knew something was off before then, but he'd never let on. You were tired; the drive to achieve normalcy just wasn't there today.

You ate as much as your stomach would allow, which probably wasn't as much as Wretch would have preferred - at least if all his fussing was any indication. Clearly he didn't like this, but there wasn't much you could do except try to keep your stomach from turning as he fed you. Each piece that you accepted put a little bit more hope into his expression, and made it worthwhile.

You didn't miss the way he held you a little tighter that night, even though you didn't know exactly how to interpret it. You knew he was a big cuddle bug but this felt a little more...urgent than usual. The strength in his arms had a hint of something it was tempting to call desperation.

When morning came, Wretch delayed his departure, which was unusual. He seemed to be conflicted, but for several minutes all he did was stare pleadingly at you with that big yellow eye. After a while, his expression softened, and when he spoke it was in a tone you hadn't heard before.

"'M sorry," He mumbled, looking for all the world like you'd scolded him.

This caught you off guard, and you needed a minute to figure out how to respond. But by the time you found your words, he was plowing on ahead, looking more upset the more he spoke.

"Never kept a human before but..." A deep sigh drew a stream of bubbles from him. "Guess this isn't the way to do it."

You barely noticed his hand come up to cradle the side of your face as you listened to him. There was something about his voice that you'd always found hypnotizing, even when he wasn't singing.

"You're chained here while I'm free to leave. I thought...maybe if I provided, brought you everything you need, it would be enough." There was that pleading look again. "But it isn't, is it?"

You shook your head no. The forming lump of emotion in your throat all but ensured any verbal response would be choked.

Even though he'd expected this answer, his expression fell further. With a gentle tug, he drew you against him, and it was now that you could feel him shaking, ever so slightly.

"I don't want to be your jailor anymore," He rumbled against you.

You felt him start to move, but by the time you processed the motion he had already pulled you outside the nest.

Outside. This was your first glimpse of the outside of your new home since arriving. Was that weeks ago? Months? It was difficult to tell.

When you didn't say anything, he pulled back enough to look at you, smiling cautiously.

"You can come with me, when I go. I won't leave you home alone anymore."

"You...you mean it?" You asked, searching his face for any sign that you were somehow misunderstanding him.

He nodded.

Sure, you would still be supervised, but it was infinitely better than being stuck at home by yourself for most of the day. And if he was worried you'd swim off without him, well, there was no need to fear. You knew it hadn't been a mistake that you'd fallen for him so easily. Even before your life had depended on him returning regularly, you'd chosen him. That wouldn't change just because you were allowed outside the nest.

It was a good thing too; you had begun to feel wretched.

[thisblogtofur]

@dmanix

He be spooderin

[irena-dubrovnaa]

damian and mara/teen titans/demon's fist headcanons because i saw this post and im thinking about them again

this isn't a headcanon this is very canon, they look damn near exactly the same. like could pass for one another with little to no effort

just look at them

they argue literally constantly. it can be THE most benign thing like the exact shade of blue something might be, but it has to be turned into an argument

talia acts like a second parent to mara since it appears her mother isn't in the picture, they were raised like brother and sister

they don't correct people when they're mistaken for twins/siblings

mara's actually pretty fond of damian's friends

damian is still on a first name basis with the demon's fist members and damian and mara make training regimens for both their teams sometimes

the teen titans and demon's fist still can't stand each other but they acknowledge it's good to have each other as occasional allies

nightstorm is the kid of one of the league's top assassins and was trained somewhat alongside damian and mara, the three of them know everything about each other and constantly threaten to expose the stupid ass things they did when they were little

damian and ace do one on one hand-to-hand combat training frequently and one time mara helped damian demonstrate a takedown, that was the first time he realized just how similar they looked and he didn't retain any of the information. he was too busy trying to figure out how their genes were so strong

emiko and mara get along extremely well, she wasn't on the team when the demon's fist was after them but of course being related to damian she knew who she was and decided she was gonna give her a shot at friendship

they're both the queer cousin, damian's bi and mara's a lesbian in my head

mara loves her uncle bruce, she thinks he's ridiculous and kinda stupid but she also thinks he's cool and respects his abilities, as well as how happy he makes her mother figure

mara and emiko "secretly" watch keeping up with the kardashians together. that's already canon on emiko's part

xiomara and mara have some weird gay rivalry going on

[cuppug]

Drawing of a mutuals nightmare varients and mine..

Middle and left belong to @h0wlingmuttz

IGNORE THAT ONE MISPLACED DOT IDK HOW IT GOT THERE..

[crowcalling]

FREAKY KILLER SANS HEADCANON UNDER THE CUT- lmao…I’m so sorry to the person who had to get flash banged with the Hc before I remembered to put a warning

If Killers body is full of DT then does that mean he can cum DT aswell?

I dunno this has been floating around in my mind for a while. Because if it’s always leaking from his eyes, and he can cough/throw it up…

then surely there’s been instances where he’s been getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and instead of the usual cream filling it’s just fucking determination and the other person is just like: ‘🧍’ or “Awh dammit not again 😔/j”

[truepapyrusenjoyer]

*it's time to finish what you started.

DustTrust owned by Dillywolf reference used by Satuii

official DustTrust acc is @dusttrustnews on twitter ((no other accs i believe))

[grillasnago]

Teaching @dmanix ‘s Wretch how to boogy in the 90s!

[rhapsodyred-writes]

Itty Bitty Spider

This bitty Wretch ficlet is a gift for @dmanix!

I might write a continuation or I might not, depending on how I feel. Anyway, enjoy!

There's something living in your walls. You'd suspected for a while now, but short of cutting open the walls to have a peek for yourself, there's only so much you can do to confirm it. Of course you could set traps; you also suspect that whatever's living in your walls is coming out of them periodically to steal socks. On the other hand, part of you doesn't really want to know what's going on. You're curious, sure. But this whole thing is weird enough that you're a little afraid of what you might find. And at this point, you figure that if you just buy new socks specifically for your wall creature, maybe it'll be enough.

And it seems to be, until one day, when you leave your lunch half finished on the table to go check something elsewhere in the house. When you come back, your sandwich is gone. Whatever kind of visitor you have, it's big enough to make short work of your food - maybe a small raccoon. But surely you would have heard a raccoon get up onto your kitchen table.

It's exactly the kind of mystery that would make some people sell their houses, but you're a little more determined than that. You set up cameras inside your house - one in the kitchen and the other pointing toward your dresser; your little friend only steals clean socks after all. And you wait.

The first time your wall-dweller shows up on video, you have a heck of a time trying to figure out just what it is. It's definitely not a raccoon, and it's far too big to be a rat. Plus the way it's walking on two legs...you can only assume this is some kind of bitty. Unfortunately, the video is grainy and it's impossible to tell just what kind of bitty you're dealing with. Moreover, you didn't think they made bitties so...big.

Well...you'll just have to catch it somehow. You buy the smallest racoon trap you can find, disguise it under a mountain of laundry, and bait it with deli meat. And you go to bed, hoping your sock-stealing guest will take the bait, and that the sound of the trap closing will wake you.

Sure enough, around 2 am you're jolted awake from your slumber by the sound of the trap snapping shut, accompanied by a low growl. Adrenaline pushes you out of bed and gets you to the light switch. You're cautious when peeling back the layers of laundry on that trap, just in case your mystery bitty has claws or fangs or some other unheard-of abilities.

It is, as you'd thought, a large bitty - the biggest one you've ever seen. As you peel the last article of clothing off the top of the cage, you're met with a baleful glare from within the trap, and you can't really blame the little guy for being upset.

The next thing that you notice is that your little buddy seems to have some kind of twiggy things stuck to its back. You want to make sure it isn't hurt, so you crouch down to get a closer look and the twiggy things...stretch and twitch at you. And then you realize. Those are spider legs. This bitty is part spider.

A chill runs down your spine as your brain recognizes this as an intimidation tactic, and you take a couple little steps back, giving the bitty its space. A spider of any size is still a spider, after all.

The bitty continues to glare at you and, not breaking eye contact for a moment, reaches behind itself to tear a strip off the deli meat and shove it into its mouth.

"I knew it!" You proclaim, grinning for some reason. "You took that half of my sandwich that day, didn't you?"

The bitty is silent as it tears another strip of deli meat and eats it, before a sly grin settles on its face, and the bitty nods.

Your laughter is equal parts tired and relieved. "You know, if you're hungry, I'd rather cook something for you than have you steal food I made for me."

The bitty has the grace to look sheepish at this, but you don't give your little captive time to make an argument.

"And I don't mind you living in my house, but maybe ask before you take my socks from now on?"

Finally, you hear a sound from your guest that isn't hostile. It's laughter. The bitty is laughing at you. It's a deep, rolling laugh, and when it speaks, it's with that same deep timbre, which almost seems too deep for such a small creature.

"Okay."

[thisblogtofur]

I had to.

@dmanix

Let this man end me.

[mypeggableromance]

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[dnangelic]

tfw u have red eyes, are protags, carry within u at all times a perceived evil being that threatens humanity or whtaever the plot says, & be widdle sillay

YOURS ISN'T A PERVERT, THOUGH ?!

[grilladrago]

A collaboration made by @devoymanix and I on MAGMA. It was accidental until we realised how perfect Fresh’s positioning was (lines and flat colour drawn by me, shading, Wretch and background done by devoymanix) ❤️☠️

Slowly falling for the 90s sitcom man again after so many years

[cuppug]

Trying to get the wips I had done before starting anything else so went and finished a drawing I had for a friend that sat in my canvas for a bit… i need to practice backgrounds but i dont wanna…

[crowcalling]

uhh horny Ink rant don’t mind me…

cw for : teasing, dry humping, light punishment?, overstimulation, knot mentioned, and begging. Let me know if there’s any other cws it needs!

Sometimes I have the lovely thoughts of toying with Ink till he’s all whiny and overstimulated and being a little brat just to be like: “n’awhhh was that attitude?” And then have the excuse to frustrate the hell out of him as punishment by dry humping him and nothing more.

No other touches, no speaking to him, nothing. Just doing other things like reading a book or typing out an essay and ignoring him as he whines and squirms desperately.

Occasionally to just smirk and grant him the tiniest condescending pat on the head as tears gather in his sockets and begin to spill over.

And then eventually once you’re done with what you’re doing, you give him the smallest amount of attention juust to keep him hopeful aaaand then just rip it away again.

Ignoring him once again which only builds his desperation and need for any sort of actual friction to his aching knot and weeping tip.

And he just can’t take it anymore to the fact that it even has him begging at some point!

Whimpering and letting out little hics and sniffles as he babbles out the sweetest little pleads for attention..

Whining so pitifully as he asks what he did wrong and why he deserved this..

tho don’t be fooled by how sad he sounds, and how his sweet little face is all contorted with overstimulation and distress. He’s actually enjoying this to some extent.

He doesn’t reaaalllly want you to stop.. I mean he definitely is getting desperate don’t get him wrong, it really is starting to get painful from how hard he is..

But something about you for once being the one who’s doing the teasing and bringing a tear to his sockets definitely does something for him..