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Guys be honest…. Should I try to do commissions…
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mariusslonelysoul · 8 months
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Gabriel sometimes forgets to hide the purple glow of his eyes around humans, so when he and beelzebub are walking around town, a poor young person will get terrible flashbacks of alexandria's genesis
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guessilllive · 9 months
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It's them!
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gremlin-vib3s · 7 months
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agent 4 bad end...
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designtheendless · 1 year
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Something something Meowpheus Monday 😬
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wh3nturtlesfly · 1 year
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For the prompt event- 13 and N please!
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It appears great minds think alike, thank you for the request from both of you!
13, N: Mind Control, “Thought you could run from me, didn’t you?”
“Thought you could run from me, didn’t you?” The voice came from behind them. Hero thrashed in the trap locking their ankles to the floor. The metal cuffs bit back and it was an effort not to topple over. Laughing filled the corridor and along with it, a dark shadow.
“So noble, it must be humiliating to appear so weak, so… helpless.” Finally Villain emerged, crossing the tiles with a feline grace. They circled the area and allowed their hand to trail over the counters. Beakers clinked beneath their touch, filled to the brim with deadly concoctions.
Hero’s hands tightened around the vial in their hands. They had been lucky not to drop it when the trap was triggered. Something so dangerous had to be discarded properly, destroyed for certain.
Villain’s interest peaked. “You’ve found one of my little toys too, how adorable.” They stepped closer and Hero flinched back. Such movements left them stumbling, though Villain snaked a hand around their waist before they could tip back. “Careful, I wouldn’t want your fragile bones to snap. I’ve heard the manacles can be quite unforgiving.” Their gaze fell onto the trap, lips splitting into a grin.
“Let me go,” Hero hissed. Though their arms were still free, they couldn’t risk dropping the solution. Without their legs, their movement was already hindered greatly. It seemed their hands truly were tied, and the Villain knew it all too well.
They chuckled, “You know I can’t do that, not when you have something of mine.” Villain reached towards the Hero who tried to pull away. It was useless. Villain’s hand slid around their wrist easily, constricting until the vial loosened in their hands. They caught it before it could clatter to the floor.
The solution was a deep violet in color. Bubbles swirled around the surface, glittering almost like stars, though what was inside held nothing of beauty. “I assume you know what this can do,” Villain waved the vial in front of Hero’s vision. They let their nails bite into Hero’s skin when they tried to grasp for the object.
“Other than hurting innocent people?” Hero’s eyes narrowed. They winced as Villain’s finger slid up from their wrist, moving to rest under their chin. Deep green eyes locked with their own, piercing as they were forced into Villain’s gaze.
“Hurt, or persuade?” Villain smiled, “Mind control seems to be nothing harmful, especially when it goes down so easily.” The vial swished as they twirled it between their fingers.
“You’re a monster,” they grit between their teeth.
“A monster?” The Villain almost looked offended, “No, nonono…if anything my dear, I am a genius. And you are quite wrong in the purpose of my creation, I would never use it to destroy the innocent,” They yanked Hero forward, “because no one on this wretched excuse of a planet is innocent.”
A pause in breath as Villain took a step back. They marveled in the shadows of their lair, this very room being their favorite place. It was a special delight, seeing the Hero helpless beneath their gaze, and they didn’t intend to spoil it.
Cold in their palm, Villain found their fingers tracing the lip of the vial. The cork top was rough against the pad of their thumb. It's only defense, power unleashed with the simple flick of a lid. “Tell you what,” they let the words roll smooth off their tongue, “I won’t use this on any of your precious people.”
A glimmer of hope shone in the Hero’s eye. This was all too easy. Villain let Hero sit in their pride for a moment, the thought that they had broken through, only to crush it beneath their palm. “You’ll make a much better subject after all.”
Hero blanched, “What?”
“Data can only do so much my dear, and you said it yourself,” They drank in the sight of the solution. Swirling purple, absolutely magnificent, “It would truly be a crime to hurt someone blameless. I must first test it on someone, and to have the big strong Hero beneath my hand- well that’s almost too much of a treat.”
Villain stepped forward and laughed as the Hero fought against their restraints. Bolted to the ground, they couldn’t so much as move an inch.
“No,” the word fell from Hero’s lips as nothing more but a hushed plea. Their eyes darted frantically between the vial and Villain’s gaze. Both were entrancing, endless seas of color that threatened to drown anyone who came too close.
They thrust their hands at the Villain when they came into range. It was a weak attempt, nothing more than flailing limbs and curses. With one hand Villain caught their chin, dragging Hero forward and with the other they held the concoction.
“Won’t it be so lovely to have you? Listening to my every word, I long to own that pretty smile of yours.” They ignored the scrape of Hero’s nails against their skin, even as it drew blood. My, they were so desperate.
“Let go of me!” They screamed, “Don’t!”
Villain raised an impatient brow, “Hold still now darling,” fingers playing around the edge of the glass, Villain popped off the cork. Hero’s response was absolutely beautiful.
“No- no, get that away from me!” They pulled at Villain’s hair, punching and scratching. Villain’s grip never so much as loosened. They held a power greater than anything the Hero could throw at them, and hearing their cries only strengthened it.
“Wait- please!” A scream tore from the Hero’s mouth, echoing off the walls in a chorus of absolute terror. Villain only laughed, grabbing Hero’s face and tipping the vial over their lips.
The liquid flowed from its glass prison, swirling through the air with a glow of brilliant violet. It burned upon the Hero’s tongue, a lick of fire as it was forced down their throat. Their hands flew to their neck and they grasped at the skin as if they could drain it from their veins. Villain only laughed.
What started as a trail of blazing liquid quickly morphed into something searing. Hero could feel it in their skin, piercing their veins and poisoning their mind. They knew how the concoction worked. It started in their bloodstream, shutting down their nerves and filling their mind with a new command. Bones aching, everything would be restructured, everything wiped. The liquid was not only for control, it was strengthening, sending a power surging through the Hero that they alone would never have the freedom to harness.
They cried out, doubling over. It burned, god, everything hurt. Hero was sent to the floor, thrashing along the tiles like a wounded animal. The cuffs bit into their skin, but they didn’t notice. Couldn’t, when each of their thoughts was being stripped away.
First, it was foggy, like grasping at straws. Hero hung onto their memories, nails pricking their skin from clenching their fists so tight. Everything fleeting. They forgot their own name. Forgot their power. It was fading much too fast.
“No!” They writhed on the ground, hands curling round their hair. Tears pricked Hero’s eyes, it was gone so fast, like watching the last of their thoughts slip under the drain. In the metal cabinet Hero caught their reflection. It was almost unrecognizable. They saw their own eyes shift from caramel to darkened violet as they could do nothing but watch. It consumed them, sparkling with the chemicals that left their head pounding.
Hero’s joints grew stiff, no longer under their control. Vision blurred and heart slowed to its own rhythm. Their mind was wiped like a slate, nothing left of them. Only violet. Burning, searing, violet. The substance was their livelihood, coursing through Hero’s veins as they finally fell still.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The voice was an echo. It bounced off the walls of Hero’s mind and they couldn’t help but gaze up towards it. Warm hands braced their arms, helping them to stand. They faced deep green eyes. Something lured them to follow such a gaze.
A finger trailed along their jaw, and the touch was familiar, welcomed. “This suits you,” The one before them said with a smile. Their hands came up to smooth the wrinkles in their uniform. “No more writhing in the dust like an animal. You’re perfect this way, all mine- isn’t that right my dear Hero?”
Hero. Was that what they were? A silent command shot through their nerves, compelling them to take the figure’s hand. Villain’s hand, a small voice told them. They felt Villain’s hand upon their cheek, and again those eyes-
“Say it for me love, just so I can hear it myself.”
The words fell from Hero with a mechanical grace. As if programmed, they didn’t even have to think. Fate brought the sentence to their tongue, twirling around until it felt just right. “I…I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” Villain hummed. They pressed a chaste kiss to Hero’s forehead, “I can’t wait to see what we can do together.”
Somewhere deep inside, Hero was screaming.
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favouritefi · 19 days
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proof that sometimes my fever dreams are not fanfictions
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cutechan555 · 2 months
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Can't seem to draw so uh.. have a page of Peppino's diary
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Thinking about doing something similar to Marcy's journal however it wont be frequent as I'm not that good at writing and don't wanna lore dump too much
This would probably be posted whenever I'm not feeling like drawing like at all
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thecrowslullaby · 1 year
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and this is why im not allowed to draw jokes, bc i will take them too seriously and put way too much effort
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hockeyandpens · 7 months
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THIS IS THE PHOTO THEY USED?!?!??!! REALLY?!!?!! IT HAD TO BE THIS ONE!!!???
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an-au-blog · 7 months
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"The Bounty Hunter" au but it's that one scene in the hungry moon hotel (and I'm switching pov's (from Sanji to Zoro) like they did in the movie... and it's shortened a bit)
Sanji hiding away in the bathroom calling his sister: He said he missed me and that he was sorry and that he thinks getting a divorce was a mistake...
Reiju: What? He actually said he all that? How drunk was he?
Sanji: He wasn't.
Reiju: He wasn't drunk and he said that?
Meanwhile Zoro (talking to Usopp because he was the first to pick up) freaking out about the picturehe found in Sanji's wallet: He admitted for the first time he was wrong and then I find this picture of us, how many pictures do you have of your exes in your wallet, like is that common???
Usopp: I've never had an ex, Kaya was my first and last girlfriend.
Zoro: So like... what does it mean then? Does he... you know... still love me?
Nami and Luffy barge in. Usopp (to them) : It's Zoro, he found their wedding photo in Sanji's wallet. The idiot wants to know what it means.
Luffy: It probably means he forgot it there, I keep forgetting that I carry meat in my pockets and then it spoils.
Usopp: Don't listen to him, it means he loves you!
Reiju: You should go for it! You guys deserve a second chance!
Sanji: Okay, you're right
Nami: Can you fall for him again after you turn him in? Zoro, I swear if you go soft and don't get my money because you're horny-
Zoro: I'm not falling in love and I'm not horny, even if I get laid I'm still going to turn him in! I'll still collect the money, it changes nothing, stop nagging me!
Sanji only hears that last part. He couldn't believe he almost fell for it.
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akutagawa-daily · 9 months
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Akutagawa daily 375/★
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siriannatan · 2 years
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Birds of a feather - Pros of Being Soulbound
The whole thing is heavily inspired by the wonderful art by @mojo-chojo and @brac-a-bric
Etho was expecting this job to go as they always do. He tracks down the monster bothering the local populace. Kills it. Get's his money. Goes to the nearest bigger town. Spends most of it far too quickly and moves on to the next assignment. Save some for the winter months when most monsters hibernated.  Repeating on and on.  He liked this structure. No strings to hold him in place. He could go wherever he wanted. Getting soulbound to a mostly feral harpy, who also happened to be quite a bit taller than him was never in his plans.
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cat-downthestreet · 5 months
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does it count as procrastinating if I'm watching Snapcube when I was planning to read a fanfic instead
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tethysea · 4 months
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tenderheart + friend bear stimboard ! credits: ✿ . ✿ . ✿ ✿ . ✿ . ✿ ✿ . ✿ . ✿
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ahomeganeyatsu · 1 year
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Started reading The Greatest Estate Developer and what's more romantic than having a bridge named after you and your guard? Heck they even granted you a shipname.
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