EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.
nothing more humiliating than having to convince my own brain to let me leave the house by being like "if you behave and do all your chores (getting some fresh air and exercize and buying groceries) we can go out for ice cream. doesn't that sound fun?"
DONT RB THIS THIS HAS INCOMPLETE/WRONG INFO. here's the full version with the corrections
OKAY WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT IN THE JAPANESE TRANSLATION SANS DROPS THE COUNTRY ACCENT AFTER HE'S HIT OR WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO READ THAT ON TWITTER FROM A NICE STRANGER MYSELF
dog coded adam. waiting waiting waiting. waiting for lawrence to come back, to get him, to tell him he can go. doing johns bidding after the trap because he has to but ultimately it’s lawrence who’s holding the leash. snapping and snarling at anyone who looks at either of them wrong. all bark. that’s what people think. what they say. but adam remembers the feeling of bone crunching beneath porcelain and the warmth of blood on his face, he remembers watching the life drain from zepp’s eyes as he slammed the lid down again and again. lawrence remembers how adam had to be stopped. how he had to stop adam with a hand around his wrist, a hand cupping his jaw, to bring him back down to earth. they both know his bite is just as bad. when pushed. and they both know that it’s lawrence who has him wrapped tight around his fist. mark staring disdainfully as adam shows his teeth. keep your bitch on a leash, gordon. hackles raised when someone down the street starts hurling insults at them, these two men walking so close they’re practically one, only to be subdued with a few words from lawrence. sometimes even just a look. down boy. good boy. tell him he did good, tell him he’s good. adam listening to lawrence’s voice in his ear. wrapped around him from behind as he guides the scalpel down, hand covering adam’s, to cut through tissue. muscle. good boy, adam. a shudder as they watch blood bubble to the surface. tilting his head and baring his neck for lawrence to press a kiss to vulnerable skin. trusting. always trusting. lawrence’s hand cupping his jaw once more, pressing a thumb against adam’s teeth, feeling the restraint and knowing adam won’t bite down. pressing hard enough that adam tastes copper and laps it up with heavy eyes. loyal. like a dog. loyal to a fault.
TELELET 📞📳📞TELELET📞📳📞CAN I HALP U?👀🧐😈TELELET📞📳📞TELELET📞📳📞 BORK🐶🐶BORK🐶🐶BORK🐶🐶AYAYAY🎶🎶 AYM🤭🤪 YOR LITOL😝😍😍BATIRPLAY🦋🦋AYAYAY🎶🎶🎶AYM😅😅🤩YOR LITOL😘😘😍BATERPLAY🦋🦋AYAYAY🎶🎶AYM🤩😅🤩YOR LITOL😍🤩😍 BATIRPLAY🦋 call me old fashioned, but i was born to serve vil. i do the laundry, cook dinner, clean dishes. i live to serve & carry out every demand of his on the slightest whim, its what i was put on this earth to do. if he cheats on me then its my fault! he caught me slipping. *eyes pop out* AROOOOOOOOGA! *jaw drops tongue rolls out* WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF *tongue bursts out of the mouth uncontrollably leaking face and everything in reach* WURBLWUBRLBWURblrwurblwurlbrwubrlwburlwbruwrlblwublr *tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart* Ahhhhhhhhhhh me lady... *heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt* ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum *milk truck crashes into a bakery store in the background spiling white liquid and dough on the streets* BABY WANTS TO FUCK *inhales from the gas tank* honka honka honka honka *masturabtes furiously* ohhhh my gooooodd~ Wheeeee! Oinka oinka! Haaaaaaheeee! A- whooooga A-whoooooga! Aaaaaargh! Hneeeeeeeee! Fnrgh! Grunt grunt! Hinggggg! Whazzo! Boink jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely.
absolutely obsessed with the idea of timbern being super secretive over bear's time in the cult.
on one hand, bear is wildly insecure of his scars from the cult. cause it's not like he fucking got them saving the city or helping someone, he was just stupid enough to get sucked into a cult. (a voice in the back of his head that sounds a lot like his therapist and tim tell him that kids are supposed to be stupid and that his time in the cult is more a reflection of the adults in his life than his own choices) anyway his back and legs are like a mess of scarring and normally he'd just tattoo over them but scars have to be a certain age before they're tattooable. so he now just covers them up.
on the other hand, tim is insanely protective over bear's traumas. like if he got any more protective he'd be like certified deranged. so he just straight up dodges or lies about bear's backstory. anyway all this to say, they're hanging out in the pool at the manor and nobody but them ws supposed to be home. so bear thinks it's safe to take off his shirt. they're both having fun until someone says behind bear, "dude... what happened to your back?" cue tim lunging at them like a rabid dog and bear struggling to hold tim back going "tim, tim, what the fuck, what the fuck????"