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I didn't realize it was the 31st already. I have only some old sour balls and soft caramels.
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A Party for Tarzan - Screenshots (Part 1)
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foxsketch6543 · 1 year
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✌️VBros w/o Context VI✌️
(Return of the Jedi)
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puppetdaily · 9 months
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Dr. Z from Que Monstro te Mordeu?
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madscientistic · 10 months
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storyboard copycat appreciation post
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Some more roles by Eric Stuart
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localebra · 2 months
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The Saphrax Protocol
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Part 1
Phantom Limb: Theophanes the Confessor tells us of the Foederati, the elite fighting force of barbarian mercenaries. From their ranks came Saphrax Tervingian -- the first man to turn a grudge into a career.
Red Mantle: As Council Elder --
Dragoon: Oh, by like a year.
Red Mantle: You, stop it. I welcome all of you to this ancient ritual, the story of Saphrax.
All: The first villain.
Red Mantle: And his loyal comrade, Altheaeus.
All: The first henchman.
Red Mantle: Let Saphrax step into the light and declare his deeds.
The Monarch: I, The Monarch, have earned by might and rite the honor and rank of a Level Ten Villain. I am without fear. I am Saphrax.
Red Mantle: Let us begin the journey of Saphrax -- the first trial.
Dr. Z enters pushing a cart with a small hollow log on it.
Red Mantle: When Saphrax was a boy, he lost his favorite stone in the Log Of The Beast. You must find his stone.
Dr. Z: Yet the beast sleeps inside. Disturb the beast, and his wrath will be quick!
The Monarch: Put -- Put my hand in there?
Dr. Z: And retrieve the stone.
The Monarch: Really? This isn't, like, a thing, like, where I just spin the cart and the stone shoots out and you're all impressed with my cleverness?
Red Mantle: You're not Matthew Broderick. Just put your hand in there!
Dramatic music plays.
The Monarch: Ach. It's really mushy.
All: The beast!
Dr. Z: He lives in his waste. His log has never been cleaned. Do you have what it takes to find the stone?!
The Monarch: Chill out! I'm trying not to get bit!
Dr. Z: Wha-- The beast doesn't bite. What, do you think we'd have a vicious animal up here in space?
The Monarch: He doesn't bite? What-- What was all that talk about his wrath?
Red Mantle: You're touching poop! It's pretty gruesome. I wouldn't do it.
Part 2
Red Mantle: Saphrax, heavy with goat and burdened with terrible chicken, came to the bridge and was stopped by the keeper.
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: I'm so proud of you, sweetie.
The Monarch: I, Saphrax, wish to cross.
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: What is your business on the other side?
Red Mantle: Young Saphrax, still angry from taking the awful advice from the magic chicken, was impetuous, and answered...
The Monarch: There, on the other side, your mother waits to willingly fornicate.
All: Oh, no, he didn't!
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: You shall not pass.
Red Mantle: Then, from the wood, came Altheaeus.
All: The first Henchman.
Red Mantle: And he did aid Saphrax.
Henchman 21: Bridge keeper, behind you stands my troops, 100 strong and thirsty for bridge-keeper blood.
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: Really? I shall look behind.
Henchman 21: I have made you look.
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: Hunh! I have been deceived expertly!
All: Altheaeus, the father of "made you look."
Red Mantle: Let Altheaeus step into the light and declare his deeds.
Henchman 21: I, Henchman 21, have earned by might and rite the honor and rank of a Level Ten Henchman. I am without fear. I am Altheaeus.
Phantom Limb: Altheaeus, you have performed beyond that of a mere henchman. You have earned the station of Villain.
Henchman 21: Wait, what? T-This wasn't in my script. Like, me, or my character? Me?
Phantom Limb: You, Henchman 21, have earned the title of a Level 4 Super Villain.
The Monarch: What the fuck? This was my party!
Part 3
Red Mantle: With the taste of love still on his breath, Saphrax made his way to the throne of Emperor Flavius and unsheathed his sword.
The Monarch: Rise, Flavius, and meet your doom. It is I, Saphrax, your sworn enemy. I have bed your wife twice and now leave her to you, soaked in my seed.
All: Saphrax, the father of players.
Dr. Z: Wait! Use my sword, Mr. Monarch.
The Monarch: This isn't wood. This is a real sword.
Red Mantle: Yes. And that is your real sworn enemy. (to Dragoon) You begged me for a line and --
Dragoon: Yes. Yes, of course. Mr. Monarch, here in this ritual space -- that is in space -- anything can happen.
Muffled shouting from Dr. Venture.
Dr. Z: We all know the choice that Saphrax made. But what is your choice?
The Monarch: So... I can just like kill him?
Dr. Venture: (muffled) No. No. No. No.
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: We will cover it up, and you'll get away scot-free. Your grudge will be settled, and you'll be free to do... whatever.
Red Mantle: We shall leave you two alone. What you say is yours. What you do is yours. What you decide is yours.
Muffled shouting from Dr. Venture.
Part 4
Red Mantle: Your sword is without blood. Emperor Flavius lives?
The Monarch: Yeah, yeah. He's-- He's still--
Red Mantle: Saphrax has decided to carry his grudge without the help of Altheaeus?
The Monarch: (Sighs) You know what I've decided?
The Monarch drops the sword. It clatters on the ground.
The Monarch: That you guys are fucking dicks. I come here to get my Level Ten, and and you give my henchman Villain status and give me the opportunity to kill my sworn enemy? It's a total mindfuck!
Red Mantle: This is the way of our guild, Mr. Monarch. We must hear your decision. Step into the light, Altheaeus.
The Monarch: Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Sure, let 21 be a villain. I-I'm done. What, you think I can do this shit alone? I'm too old to start again. And now that you guys have my wife and -- and my best friend and -- No! Fuck it! Fuck it, and fuck you! Guild wins. Monarch out.
Henchman 21: You know what? Me, too. I don't want to have to be a villain without him. I don't have that kind of Saphrax grudge. I just want to help my best friend with his hate. Fuck you guys. Monarch crew. Hench for life.
Red Mantle: Good! Good. You have completed the final trial.
Phantom Limb: Saphrax spared the life of Emperor Flavius and swore a blood allegiance to Altheaeus as you have done here tonight.
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: Sweetie, it was a test, and you passed.
The Monarch: So -- So I'm a Level Ten?
Phantom Limb: You and your Henchman--
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: Number 2.
Phantom Limb: ...rightfully are Level Ten Villains with all benefits that title is heir to. Congratulations.
All: All hail Saphrax and Altheaeus!
Ward: All hail! Yeah! All hail Saphrax! Congratu-- Look, I don't want to mess up the after party, but we need to get Doctor Venture back.
Watch: I gotta say it. I-I can't hold it in.
Ward: Dude, not the right time.
Watch: I have to! It's just too good!
Part 5
The Monarch: (yelling) Are you kidding me?!
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awesomegirlystuff · 2 years
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Endless List of Favourite VBros Characters:
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dragon-ball-meta · 3 months
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Akira Toriyama has passed away... May he rest in peace. Thank you so much, sir. For everything.
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Famed manga creator Akira Toriyama has passed away on March 1, 2024 at age 68 due to acute subdural hematoma.
Toriyama began his first serialized manga, Dr. Slump, in 1980, and it inspired two television anime and multiple films. Toriyama followed it up with Dragon Ball, which ran from 1984 to 1995, and is still inspiring manga and anime sequels and spinoffs today. The manga's Dragon Ball anime adaptation, its sequel Dragon Ball Z, and its other numerous sequels and anime films are equally as well-known as the manga, and its hero Goku has become a character known throughout the world.
Toriyama is also well-known as the character designer for the Dragon Quest, Chrono Trigger, Blue Dragon and Tobal games.
Most recently, Toriyama was working closely with the production for the Dragon Ball Daima anime series, the most recent anime series based on Dragon Ball, and is credited for the new anime's story and character designs.
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A Party for Tarzan - Screenshots (Part 2)
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q1ngqve · 4 months
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idk if you take requests but like..........
dr ratio x bratty gf,,,, perhaps a bit of daddy/sir kink as well,,,,,,,, you're really good at writing him like i literally luv your work :3
(btw sorry if this isn't allowed)
ANON THIS IS SO (>/////<)♡
CW; fem! reader, implied relationship, bratty reader, sir kink, manhandling, murder, choking, knife play, fear play, biting?, vaginal penetration (with the knife & his dick), orgasm denial, slight degradation but he calls you pretty <3
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do not, I repeat, do not act like a brat when you are with your boyfriend, unless you want to be completely and absolutely destroyed by him, verbally and physically. but where’s the fun in being good when you know how thrilling it is to rile him up?
veritas ratio’s eyes narrow as you prance around the room, giggling at something this random guy said, slapping him lightly on his arm. he’s not exactly one for jealousy, but when you’re so oblivious to the way other men are looking at you in your short skirt has his head going fuzzy with irritation.
truth is, you know exactly what you are doing. your boyfriend has been so caught up in his research the past few days he hasn’t had much time for you, and your fingers just aren’t enough to satisfy yourself. so consider this as punishment for not giving you the attention you needed.
the man’s lips graze your earlobe as he leans in, whispering something flirty that makes you sick in the stomach. you hide your face in his chest, acting as if you’re embarrassed, and wrap your arms around his waist.
before the man could slide his hands down your back, you were pulled away harshly by someone from behind, a small yelp leaves your lips as you’re dragged away and out the bar, tripping over yourself with almost every step from how fast he was walking.
your head whips up when the two of you finally stop, only to find your boyfriend glaring down at you, his hair tousled and brows furrowed, clearly displeased with your actions. you lock eyes with him, and a shot of electricity runs up your spine — ah, there it is, that delicious feeling of being hunted.
“get in the car.” and he’s gone.
you watch from your seat as he walks out of the bar ten minutes later, hair slightly wet, blood splattered on his jaw, his strides long and angry, and you feel yourself sink a little deeper into the leather seat.
silence fills the air as he drives, the tension so thick you could barely breathe. why is there blood on his face? did he just murder someone? oh god, it better not be that guy from before…did you just accidentally help in ending an innocent person’s life? you feel your body shake as you watch him from your peripheral, his jaw and shoulders relaxed, which is worse than when he’s mad and showing it.
you’re immediately dragged out of your seat when he stops, carrying and dropping you onto the hood of the car. his touch is gentle as he runs his fingers up to your chin, gripping at it harshly and forcing your head to tilt up uncomfortably to look at him.
your eyes adjust to the dimly lighted empty car park, legs closed shut as he towers over you, his shadows ungulfing your own on the hood. “what is that?” you break the silence with a stutter, your eyes flitting between his other hand and his face, body tensing at the sight of a bloody knife in his grip.
the man before you smiles softly, something he rarely does, so you know this is gonna be bad. “you like making me angry?” your lips part slightly at his question, knowing the answer is yes, but his aura is so terrifying that nothing leaves you other than heavy breathing.
his other hand grabs the underside of your knee, pushing your legs apart as he steps between your legs before leaning down even further, chuckling when your breath hitches at the intensity of his stare.
he flips your skirt up as he runs a finger up your already drenched underwear, the slick sticking to the pad of his finger. you squirm backwards when he lifts the knife, twirling it in his hand like a toy. “no— what’re you going to do with that?” the bloodied knife glistens under the dim white lights, and you swear his eyes turned a shade darker as he runs the tip down your neck, reveling at the sight of you trembling beneath him in fear.
“teaching you a lesson.”
your legs twitch involuntarily when the sharp blade reach between your legs, whines escape your lips as you feel it press softly against your entrace. tears sting your eyes, every inch of your body is telling you to run the moment he presses in harder, the thin fabric of your lace panties tearing immediately.
“‘m scared…”
veritas ratio laughs, the sound cruel and deep, straight from his chest. “this is punishment,” smirk returning to his face, making him look like a devil in disguise, “for acting like a brat.” a strangled gasp leaves you when he plunges the knife handle into your pussy, your walls tightening around the rubber like a vice.
oh god, there’s a knife in me, was all you could think of before he fucks it into you again and again, the rough textures rubbing deliciously against your gummy walls. the adrenaline heightening your senses, making this feel better than it should.
“you wanna act like a brat? wanna be a little slut and flirt with every guy you see? go ahead, be my guest. your boyfriend’s jaw finally clenches, allowing his anger and jealousy to take over as he bites at your collarbone, the stinging pain has you scratching at his biceps. “‘m sorry!” a flurry of apologies fly from your puffy lips as you cry from the pleasure and humiliation of having a knife making you feel like you’re in heaven.
“sorry, what?”
“sir— sorry sir!”
calling him ‘sir’ seems to bring out his animalistic side because the knife clatters on the concrete floor instantly, before being replaced by his dick. the air is knocked out of your lungs the moment he slides in, so long and thick, stretching you out nice and wide under him like a toy.
another whimper leaves you when he wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly at the sides, successfully controlling the amount of air leaving and entering your lungs. panic fills you as you claw at this hand, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall.
“take it,” his other hand reaching down to circle your clit, “like the pretty little slut you are.” black dots fill your vision as you clench around him, getting off of everything that is happening to you.
your boyfriend groans above you as he cums, warmth engulfs you while he continues to pound into you, riding himself down from his high. “sir, ‘m close— please!” you manage to say breathily, your hips bucking into his on its own accord, chasing your high.
veritas ratio steps away in an instant and your eyes fly open at the empty feeling of your core, seconds away from your orgasm. “wait, no!” he flips your skirt down before kissing you roughly on your lips.
“only good girls get to cum.”
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⭒ A/N — not proofread yet!
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