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substorysketches · 22 days
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Yakuza Kiwami - Majima Everywhere - Goromi
5/2/2024
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resentfuldonuts · 1 year
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season 5……… one of the light novels they could adapt is 55 minutes????
guys i think i’m onto something here
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ceruleancattail · 2 months
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A Red Heart
Mystic Au
Ruggie x reader
Tw: yandere, gore. Lots of gore. Man’s insane but Y’know I love that so-
All you could see was red.
Spread across his lips, splattered out in a shocking mess of crimson and brown, flakes of blood peeling off like a badly-painted wall. Drops of scarlet drip off his chin, almost like a beast’s wild slobber. His shirt was scratched up, one sleeve ripped clean off, stray threads fluttering away with his every breath.
He kneeled in right before the door, fingers curved into crescents. There were claws, at the end of those fingers. Short, yet viciously sharp. You’ve seen him rip apart packets of chips and paper packaging like it was nothing. It somehow never occured to you what those claws could do to skin. They were coated with grime and blood, red and gummy under his nails.
Vaguely, you could see chunks of flesh strewn around on the ground, ripped into indescribable chunks of gore. Thrown around your floor, coated with the crimson of blood. Hesitantly, you nudge one with your finger.
Warm.
It was still fucking warm.
A chill raced down your spine, settling itself deep into its base. Ice ran rampant through your veins, freezing your bones ice cold. Your heart thumped, throwing itself against its cage of bone again and again, in a futile attempt to escape.
Rooted to the spot, you could feel the bile rise up your throat. Lapping at the back of your throat, acidity burning into the flesh of your mouth. Pressing its way into to your tongue, the vile liquid threatening to spill off your lips at any moment.
The man… no, the creature sitting kneeling right before you raised his head slowly, a wide toothy grin spreading across his lips. To your disgust, it was the same smile. The fanged, crooked grin that he smiled, eyes crinkling right alongside with it.
The same smile you’ve always found cute.
The familiar, warm smile of your Familiar.
Forcing the bile back, you manage to stutter:
“What… have you done, Ruggie?”
Ruggie tilts his head to the side, a somewhat endearing little gesture. Furry ears twitching ever so slightly, those bright cerulean eyes of his staring straight into your own.
You used to think they were beautiful. A clear blue, like the boundless vastness of the sky. Yet now, those same eyes unsettled you, with their clearness. With their calmness. No matter how hard you searched, you couldn’t even find a smidge of remorse within those irises.
“Aw, you came home earlier today, huh Master?”
Hands pushing against the ground, Ruggie leaps right back onto his feet, that sickening grin still plastered across his blood soaked lips. He takes a step closer, swaying ever so slightly. Unsteady, shivering from the excitement of a beast who’s just successfully sunk its teeth into its prey. You could just barely make out the gleam in his eyes, and the instability of it all.
“Who did you…”
your voice falters, trailing off into the silence. What word could you have used? What English word could ever describe the savageness of which Ruggie attacked his poor victim, tearing they apart with both claw and fang? How could you ever come up with a word that encompassed this dastardly act of primal rage?
You were answered with a husky laugh, before a hand lands on your shoulder. A reassuring pat from Ruggie, yet you still winced from the sheer force of his palm.
“What does it matter? They’re dead.”
Ruggie shrugs, shoulders moving up and down fluidly.
“Ain’t no point to having a name to haunt your nightmares, yeah? I know humans are screamish about stuff like this.
I tried to be considerate about ya, y’know? I can’t have my master hurling nilly willy all over the floor. But it ain’t my fault you came home early today.”
His lips twitch upwards ever so slightly, a sort of sadistic amusement leaking out of it.
“That’s on ya.”
Ruggie bends down, wiping off his hands the best he can with the cloth of his pants, before he reaches for your hand. Clutching it tightly, damn near squeezing the life out of your palm. With a sharp yank, you stumble forward. Forced to follow Ruggie’s pace, as he leads you further into the gory scene.
You stop in front of a mangled corpse, almost rendered unrecognisable by Ruggie. The fingers were all scorched, and gnawed at, removing every single fingerprint on it. Part of it had been burnt, disfigured into some monstrosity of raw, throbbing red.
Without any hesitation, Ruggie plunges his hand into the corpse’s chest, digging around for something or another. Every move he made was accompanied by a disgusting squelch, blood staining his arm like a glove.
Despite all of that, Ruggie was still smiling. Chattering on cheerfully, as he continued his search.
“I wanted this to be a surprise, but you’re already here, so might as well.”
Finally, he finished out something. Something the size of his palm, throbbing and squirming in his very hands. A heart. A fucking human heart. Ruggie cradled it softly within his bloodstained palms, the organ still trembling within his hands.
“Humans use hearts to express their love, right? Those little valentine cards, all red and lovely… I figured it’ll be much more romantic if i actually got ya’ a real one.
I put in all that extra effort just for ya, master. Aren’t you just so grateful?”
He slides the organ into your hands, gently closing his fingers around yours. Guiding you into cradling the heart tenderly, softly. Like something beautiful, precious. Like something valuable, forged out of life itself.
Forcing you to hold onto the weight of his sin,
making your hands just as stained as his was.
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snufkins-boot · 11 months
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Dc x dp idea:
We all know those fics where Danny get de-aged and sent to Gotham. What if it was the other way around? What is someone like Tim got de-aged and sent to amity and just gets picked up by a gang of teen vigilantes.
Danny: LOOK AT HIM HE’S ADORABLE!
Valerie: we can’t keep him.
Tucker: I say we keep him.
Sam: I third the keeping.
Meanwhile Tim is torn between trying to escape these idiots or try to instill some self preservation skills into them.
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hoofpeet · 2 years
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Zingo being scary moments (on accident)(sometimes on purpose)
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iratusmus · 1 year
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having entirely too much fun with old outfit requests
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plantboiart · 14 days
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Need. More soft kian fanart… need more angsty kian fanart….. need more kian fanart………
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ilostyou · 1 year
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besties i’ve come to the conclusion that my dash has become too boring for my liking so. rb if you’re an active mostly taylor blog so i can maybe find some new besties <3
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b4kuch1n · 2 years
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brain also insisted that was played by an employee. despite it being realistically impossible due to how the neck looks in the side shot
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mewkwota · 1 year
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Juste-n-Maxim, training as usual (I guess).
For actual context, when I started playing Maxim Mode I noticed the guy moved so much faster than Juste, but also got hurt more easily. The only word that came to mind was “delicate”. I can see why Juste beat Maxim in every challenge. Like, just body him.
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joemamadotcoma · 1 year
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My dad and eddie are pretty similar, like both grew up metal heads and in a trailer park. I’m pretty sure my dad and eddie are supposed to be the same age. As much as I love those fics where steve and eddies kids all share some mixture of love for each of their interests both metal and sports. But I need a fic where at least one of their kids hates “old man music” and loves one direction, 5sos, or og justin beiber. Eddie is forced to like this kinda music because what is he gonna do be a bad dad? No but if his kid calls his music taste one more time he might just lose his silly little mind. Steve finds it hilarious, until the kid makes fun of his music taste and tells him he’s basic. And then as his smart ass kid grows up and matures they grow an appreciation for old man music and the culture that grows from it, and even though eddie has grown to love his kid’s trash music taste (even going as far to appreciate some band called rainbow kitten surprise) he is glad he can enjoy his metal bands and even steves basic music taste with their kid.
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omegablade0 · 5 months
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Best girl Bernie with her deadeye
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Fellas, it finally happened, my art block has loosened up a little and given way to THIS GUY
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(Character Levi from the interactive fiction game Signalhill, both belong to @signalhill-if!)
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softquietsteadylove · 9 months
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Spicy Thenamesh Doctor AU!
In the ambulance!
Thena inhales between kisses, "I should go."
"Why?" Gil whispers, and she's not sure if he's being a tease or if he's really asking. His hands are still on her waist, under her scrub top just to feel her bare skin.
"Because I'm on call," she laments as Gil continues to kiss her neck with that very talented mouth he has. "And if we get interrupted neither of us are going to be very happy about it."
"Hm," Gil muses, seeming to almost consider her argument until he pulls her shirt up a little bit more. "It's been a quiet night. I don't think they'll need you in the next...fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen, hm?" she laughs faintly as she does a very poor job of pushing him away. In fact, instead of pushing against his chest all she manages to do is bunch up the material in her hands as she paws at him.
"What can I say," Gil chuckles as he pulls her scrub top and shirt off in one clean swipe. "I'm feeling adventurous."
Thena gasps as he does away with her bra just as easily. He's a bit of a sucker for her boobs, but she doesn't mind. Her spine tingles as he toys with her nipples. "Fifteen minutes worth of adventure--and not a second more."
"Yes, Doctor Thena."
"Wh-!" Thena squeaks as Gil flips them around, letting her brace herself on the inside of the wall while he slips his hand into her scrub pants.
His fingers are immediately in her panties, swirling around the wetness that was already collecting from their make out session and soon pushing in two at a time.
Thena lets out a long, loud groan, "Gil!"
"Sh, baby," he croons in her ear, leaning over her shoulder as he fingers her as if they're horny med students getting caught in a stairwell. "I'm just warming you up."
She's already more than overheated, thank you.
Thena bites into her bottom lip as his fingers move in a beckoning motion inside of her. He always knows just what to do with her. Every once in a while she'll wonder if Gil has always been this proficient a lover or if there's something unrealistically special about her (and her with him). But she doesn't really want to know the answer, so she always forgets it part way through.
"Come on, sweetheart," Gil whispers, moving his fingers faster, holding her hips with his other hand.
Thena whimpers, her knees buckling as she comes around his fingers. Gil likes things hard and fast or he likes sweet, slow love-making. There's never an in between with him. But she is likely to get both in one evening, if they have the time.
Gil pulls his fingers from her slowly and gently, careful of her tender sensitivity. He pops his fingers in his mouth as he moves her to sit on her knees on the ambulance bench.
Not before her pants find a way under and around her knees, leaving her ass out entirely. She whines at him, "have to clean this."
Gil kisses the back of her neck, under her ponytail, "I had to clean it before the next shift anyway."
Thena moans again as Gil braces her hips back against his. He seems so sweet and docile in nature, but she's quickly learning that he's ready to fuck at a moment's notice. She pushes her hips against his.
Gil pushes into her and immediately starts rocking his hips. The ambulance is shaking faintly from them both pushing against it with their palms meshing clumsily. Gil's hand covers hers, "fuck, baby."
"Fuck," she whimpers in reply, echoing his statement. Gil from behind just as a certain...feel to it. He's thick in all the right places--for her, at least. It's like they're made for each other! Not that she needs to be that sappy when he's fucking her in an ambulance up against the wall.
"Kinda hot though, right?" he asked, and she just knows he has that devilish grin on his face. Like when he's asking her if she's left any of her panties in his car by accident (just so Kingo doesn't find them, he says, but she thinks he just likes embarrassing her a little).
"Gil," she drawls, trying to sound like she's scolding him for it, even while he's inside her. She listens to the creak of the bus metal and groans, "not now."
"You're right," he purrs, and she knows she's about to get truly and deeply railed. He picks up one of her thighs and angles her hips differently, "I have more important matters at hand."
Thena's jaw drops open as his hips crash into hers. He holds her thigh up, careful of the tightness in her hip flexors (because of course he is). "Gil!"
"Shit," he pants, basically hugging her thigh to his chest, "you close?"
"Yes, I'm close, fuck--I'm close!" She lets her knees - or one knee, rather - go in preparation. Gil catches her at the waist which grinds them together even more closely and firmly. She comes.
"Fuck!" Gil bellows in response to her coming around him, pulling him to follow. His hips buck against hers.
She moans, all of her muscles becoming useless. She might as well be a pile of gauze on the floor, she has so little bone structure left. She whines.
Gil lets her leg down gently and pulls her into his arms. He kisses her forehead, as if he wasn't just rocking the ambulance so hard she feared it might topple over. "You okay?"
"Hm," she purses her lips, eyes still closed but wiggling in his grasp. "I told you to carry some with you."
"Well, I can't exactly keep 'em in my pockets, hon."
No, maybe that isn't the kind of thing an EMT needs to have that on hand at all times. Thena pushes against his chest, "towel."
He tosses one to her, "we don't really keep them in here, either."
Thena rolls her eyes, using the towel to clean herself up as best she can. No, there isn't much of a need for condoms in the ambulances. But still! "Gilgamesh."
He chuckles, kissing her cheek as she offers it to him for his part of the cleanup. He sighs as she pulls her bra back on, "fine, I'll keep some somewhere on me from now on, okay?"
She huffs as she tugs on her regular t-shirt first and then her scrub top, "y'know, I changed my mind. Maybe the rule is simply no more sex while we're at work."
Gil has the audacity to give her a smirk, "you really think we can stick to that?"
She turns and crosses her arms, warmth in her cheeks, "I'm not talking about the call rooms!"
Gil comes over to her again, leaning over her hunched shoulders and kissing her hair, "okay, honey, whatever you say."
She rolls her eyes; he'll be extra affectionate (unprofessional) tonight. "I've got two more hours on call. Just behave for that much?--if you can, that is."
He gives her a mocking salute as he opens up the doors for her to make her escape, "yes, Doctor."
She purses her lips at him.
He blows her a kiss, "see you soon, dear."
She sighs, turning around to make her way back into the Emergency Room. With any luck, she can avoid Ajak and the accusation that she was using her break time to rendevouz with Gil...again.
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tsuunytsuun · 1 year
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I wanna read a matchablossom fic where Joe is gay and Cherry is bisexual..
just tryna switch things up a bit I dunno :P
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jorvikwildhorse · 7 months
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i think if they just left lunging and dressage as special once-a-year limited time event activities i'd be really, really sad.
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