#popes cw

[rubeau-art]

My final piece for the @fbczine!

Feels really good to be able to post it, and it was a joy working on this project and seeing how lovely and creative the Control community is!

#Control #FBC zine #Jesse Faden #zachariah trench #dylan faden #Emily pope #Casper Darling #Ahti #Arish #Control Remedy #Control Game #The Hiss #cw: eyestrain

[scottpilgrim-kgl]

here you go mod pepper

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#suggestive cw #spkg asks #scott pilgrim’s killing game life #mod popee #wallace wells #todd ingram #toddallace #scott pilgrim

[rotten-starr]

haha popee

#noodle’s doodles #popee the performer #popee the clown #popee fanart #popee the ぱフォーマー #popeekedamono #kedamono #cw bright colors #cw eye contact

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BTAS Joker by Paul Pope

#paul pope #the joker #batman the animated series #btas #dcau #dc #fire tw #tw fire #fire cw #cw fire #pyrophobia tw #tw pyrophobia #pyrophobia cw #cw pyrophobia #pyrophobia

[shellxrls]

Do you think pope would be into watersports?

tough questions but yes !! somewhat self-indulgently bcuz i truly do love watersports 😭. i think he'd be less visceral ab it though — instead of needing it to be raw and sloppy and grossly intimate like jj, pope wld initially do it to demean you.

think softly cooing reassurances whilst pressing on your bladder with a harsh open-palm, tone gentle and affirming but words so degrading. the contrast between his actions and his composure as well as the kink muddle your brain to no extent, allowing him to coax orgasm after orgasm before forcing you to let go all over his lap.

#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;anon #;prompts #pope heyward prompt #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward smut #pope heyward x reader smut #cw piss

[cozi]

the popee version:)

#ptp popee #popee the performer #popee the clown #coziart #drugs cw /

[enokithemushroom]

WARNING!!!!! THERE IS BLOOD IN THIS DRAWING

Popee the performer!!!!!

THEIR SO SIIILLLYYYYY

#popee the clown #popee the performer #popee fanart #popee the ぱフォーマー #fanart #art #i dont know how to tag #little silly guy #meow moew #yipee #OMG BLOOD #cw: gore #tw blood #bro a little silly

[v-a-t-s]

save me ...save me comfort character.. comfort character .. save me...

#dannyssa's art #popee the performer #blood cw

[macy-chii]

I love this bitch so much.

Tried a brush i got ages ago, i like how it blends, might use it more.

When all hope is lost i return to PtP

#popee the ぱフォーマー #popee the performer #ptp #ptp popee #ryuji masuda #popee #art #digital art #digital drawing #digital illustration #artwork #cw eyestrain #cw bright colors #eyestrain #bright colors #bright colours cw #sanssupremacy #sanssupremacy art

[arisu-draws]

L*O*V*E

#digital art #ibispaint art #drawing #ptp popee #popee the ぱフォーマー #popee the performer #popee the performer fanart #ptp #ptp fanart #cw: gore #gore art #gore #blood #popee #fanart

[magpielark]

Uhhh he got too silly…?

#digital art #my art #fanart #popee the performer #popee paraphone #popee the clown #popee the ぱフォーマー #tw blood #? #cw blood #idk #it’s pooppee #hanabishi kuruwaya #chinchikurin #I tend to blur the lines between chinchikurin and ptp #and the others shows too #it’s just fun #I switched to narinder pencil for Popee in the bottom left and my art style fucken swapped out on me

[mariesdameron]

Stay with Me (GN!Reader x Santiago Garcia

CW: Mentions of anxiety, depression, and chronic body pain. Slight angst. (Hurt/Comfort)

The reader is GN, but the term 'querida' is used. There is no g/n term equivalent.

*No y/n*

AN: This has been sitting in my docs folder, and I decided it was time to try writing again. Be gentle, and let's hope for more!

WC: 1.5kish

Oscar Isaac Character ML

Santiago Pope Garcia ML

You halted at his apartment door. The faint hum of his guitar sounded from the other side. It never fails. Your world falls apart, and you find yourself here again, needing him to put you back together.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you knocked. The door rattled before revealing those beautiful peppered gray curls and shining brown eyes you'd missed so much. Santi swiped his tongue alongside his bottom lip as he took in the sight of you.

No phone call or text message letting him know of your arrival. No invitations or plans to meet up. There never was, not since the argument that drove you away from each other. Santi backed up into the apartment, motioning you inside.

"Tea?" He hummed as he strolled past you, heading towards his small, tidy kitchen. The apartment was the same as it always was, bare walls and simple furniture. You tossed off your shoes and jacket and slid onto the island barstool. You knew precisely what Santi would be doing at this hour.

Outfitted in his favorite sweats and teeshirt, you skimmed the coffee table. Sure enough, a book rested there, his guitar carefully propped against the sofa. Santi was a man of routine. He said it kept him sane.

You were agitated. It had been longer than usual since your last visit. And yet, he automatically responded as he always did; to take care of you. You shifted in place. Santi would let you sit in silence for as long as you like. Still, you needed his soothing assurances to alleviate the chaos in your mind sooner than later. Santi signaled towards the couch, his hands carrying two mugs of tea. Sighing, you took your cup and pulled your knees to your chest.

"Thank you." You mumbled, breathing in the herbal steam, letting it fill your nostrils, attempting to avoid his stare. Santi cleared his throat.

"How long?"

You shrugged, straining to steady your grip on the mug. The hurt and tightness in your limbs fought for your attention. Santi abruptly tugged at your legs. You obeyed the silent command. Carefully, he removed your socks before his calloused hands began massaging your feet.

His voice was gentle while firm.

"How long?"

You sighed into the cushions as your body relaxed. You missed him. You knew Santi didn't need you to answer, but it was the game you both played with each visit. You would show up at random times of the evening, depleted from sleepless nights consumed by panic, chronic body pain, and despair.

In the beginning, after you left, you caved quickly, ending up in his arms every couple weeks. Now, you tried desperately to stay away. But this last episode was scarier than it had been in the past, and you weren't sure you could make it through alone.

"It's been a few weeks." You wavered, swallowing down the sob growing in your throat. Santi's jaw tightened. You knew he would be upset and that he worried. One of the many reasons you keep your distance is you hate it. You hated being the cause of any more stress. Santi bore a heavy past.

"You should have come sooner, querida." He sighed. Shrugging, you sipped your tea. The intrusive cycle of vitriol whirled in your head. Intuitively, Santi shifted closer to you, his hand resting on the back of your neck. "It's okay." He murmured, taking your mug from you.

Tears welled in your eyes as Santi hauled you into his arms, his lips immediately pressing to your brow. The pang in your chest unfurled as his warmth began to thaw your body. Santi's calm, steady reassurance in your ear grounded you as he rocked you while you sobbed.

You finally allowed him to lead you to his bedroom and gently remove both of your clothes. You crawled under the covers as Santi moved to shut off the lights. You had no idea what time it was, but you knew it couldn't be that late into the night. It never failed, no matter what the time was when you arrived. The routine was always the same.

No place felt safer than being enveloped in Santiago's arms. You had searched for many years before and after him and still always found your way back to him, every time. It was only a short time until you were sound asleep.

Santi's face was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes the following morning. His faint snoring made you smile as you cuddled closer. Santi's eyes flickered open, immediately aware of the shift in your position. The man never missed a beat. He surveyed your face before speaking, his voice husky from sleep.

"One to ten?" He questioned as he caressed your back.

"A ten." You murmured without thought, closing your eyes not to expose the rush of emotion that rushed over you. Santi hummed a sigh of approval before brushing a kiss on your forehead.

"I guess you can't beat a ten." He whispered. Santi's touch hesitated before he spoke again. "We could wake up like this every morning." You should have known this was coming.

Instinctively, your walls came crashing down. You didn't want this argument. Evading his stare, you stood and began searching for your clothes. Santi's features tautened as he observed you getting dressed.

"I won't stop asking, querida." The dejected sigh emitted from him was a hard blow to your chest. You needed him too much. It was unhealthy. This is why you couldn't stay. You were a constant disappointment.

How many therapists have told you that codependency only kept you sick? No, you were a ticking time bomb. And the times that Santi misstepped and couldn't provide for you obliterated him. He deserved better. He had fought enough battles and didn't need to fight yours.

"Just stop." You blundered to the living room. Santi followed.

"Dios mío." He muttered before tugging your hand. "You don't get to tell me to stop. Not after I held you all night."

"Stop." Your voice quavered as you stood in the center of Santi's living room. He shook as he spoke.

"I can't keep doing this. You show up, expect me to fix you, and leave as quickly as you came." Santi's tongue darted over his lips as he realized his error. "Expect me to fix you." It was too late.

Yanking backward from him, you stumbled to put on your shoes. Santi instantly softened and sank to his knees.

"Let me love you."

You choked in the air as your body fought from rushing to him or running out the door.

"Look at yourself." You spat and gestured wildly. "You, with your shit knees, are on the floor. And for what? Over me?" You wiped your runny nose. "I am a fucking wreck of a human. And you don't need to spend all your time 'fixing' me. It's an extra burden you don't need." Trembling, you put on your jacket. "So you can stop, and so will I." Santi's jaw tensed as he leaped to his feet.

"You're not the only fucked up human here." His pain, frustration, and desperation were unmistakable. "You are always saying that I am taking care of you…” Santi wavered. "I was numb when I met you. Empty. The blood on my hands, the secrets I have to keep. You become apathetic. It's easier. And then you came into my life, and I wanted to feel everything. Everything was so much more colorful when I shared it with you. And when you left, well…" Santi breathed in and stepped closer to you. "Everything good left with you. You aren't a burden to me, cariño. Eres la luz de mi Vida." You ambled back as his glistening eyes analyzed your face.

After a minute in silence, Santi exhaled and rubbed his face vigorously.

"How about we go get some breakfast? The cafe we love, down the street." He moved swiftly to you before you could utter the anxiousness building in your mind. "One day at a time. Let's take this one day at a time. Today, we have breakfast. How's that sound?" His hand reached for yours. "Will you have coffee with me?"

There would never be anyone else. You knew this. You knew that the reason you always ended back here was that there was no one else that could reach inside the darkness and pull you out.

You nodded, slowly dropping your shoes to the floor. Santi's shoulders eased, and you were sheltered in his arms without skipping a beat.

Thank you for reading!

If you enjoy my stories, let me know! My Inbox is open, and I welcome comments! Please reblog if you fancy sharing this piece.

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#Santiago Pope Garcia #Santiago Garcia #Triple Frontier #Oscar Isaac #Fanfic #Santi #Hurt/Comfort #Holy shit its been a hot second since I posted anything #CW: Anxiety #Angst

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Batman Year 100 x The Dark Knight Returns by Paul Pope

#paul pope #batman year 100 #the dark knight returns #dc #injury tw #tw injury #injury cw #cw injury

[cmjncyan]

#popee the performer #fanart #CW: blood

[cozi]

KEDAMONO NO!! NO!!

#popee the performer #kedamono #ptp popee #ptp kedamono #coziart #drugs cw /

[scottpilgrim-kgl]

RAHHHHH JIM JIM AND OTHER SCOTT PRETTY PLEASE

While Scott and Wallace are farting around I think Jimmy and Other Scott r getting wasted

#suggestive cw #cw drinking #spkg asks #scott pilgrim’s killing game life #mod popee #jimmy #other scott