#sorrry not sorry

[scribeoffate]

Sceo, stalking

Thank you for the prompt!

yeah, uhm, behind a cut again. tw: violence, possible implied dubcon, i'm a creepy lil weirdo (affectionate)

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Scott leans against the tree, trying to control his breathing. Each breath reminds him how badly it hurts where the bullets are buried in his stomach, his flesh healed around them. Little purple lines surround them, growing longer and wider by the minute, the wolfsbane they need to burn out.

Theo doesn't creep toward the encampment they've been stalking for hours. He walks in. Brazenly. Like he owns the place.

Scott licks his blood-coated lips.

The same way he'd stepped in, trying to join Scott's pack. Scott's head spins too much for him to hear the conversation. For all he knows, Theo is betraying him again.

He tries to concentrate on the discomfort of the bark scraping against his skin. A little hurt compared to the larger ones. He sinks to his knees, sweat drips into his eyes. Maybe he'll pass out here and die on some forgotten mission.

Maybe Theo never had to try that hard to kill him.

Strong arms lift him, and bright, searing agony fills him, radiating from his gut. Scott opens his mouth and roars at the being who dares to touch him like this. The world is infrared as he opens his eyes and his instincts sense an enemy.

Scott growls deep in his throat, and the Enemy runs.

Scott smiles as his body heals the damage, and he takes in the scent of his Enemy. Fear and anger are the primary emotions. But underneath he can sense the arousal. Scott prepares himself to hunt.

[anadrenalineslut]

I'm going to be real with yall sometimes I follow yall based on username alone

[moonrisecoeur]

okay but like imagine a bully leon that's actually so subby when things get real…. like idk what it is but there's really something about guys that look kinda dom on the outside actually being really submissive on the inside… Imagine some kind of high school or even better, college AU where Leon's kind of an asshole to you first semester, and then you scheme with your friends to get revenge … just not the way he expected or smth, maybe at some cliche party you end up one on one with him and after some kind of heated confrontation you make your move, and even though his bully side tries to resist, his subby side pops out and he eventually gets reduced to a begging, sobbing mess. And you just mistreat him so well, he gets all clingy and pathetic by the end of it, all whiny, and you're almost rough with him, getting him so needy and then forcing him to apologize so much and beg, and acknowledge idk something like he was wrong, you're the best, etc, he needs you

I think this would work maybe with RE2 Leon the best, but RE4 leon possibly? There's really just something about RE2 leon being subby and RE2 leon being a really bratty bully type But yeah smth like brat taming with leon or something!! Maybe even spanking if he was that much of an asshole lmaoooo

(sorry if this sent twice i was having issues with tumblr)

this is a wonderful concept and all but be so for real my guy leon could not be a bully. especially re2 and re4. he’s too sweet and gentle to ada in re2 and ashley in re4 to ever truly bully someone.

buuuuuuuuut since u already got this idea so flushed out i might as well add to it!! sorry this isn’t as long as i’d like to to be i couldn’t really think of anything else to add!!

sub!bully!leon x slight mean dom!reader, no pronouns used, afab body parts mentioned.

leon likes your attention and feels like the only way he can get it is to be mean. the first time you both met, you didn’t realize he was trying to talk to you and just walked past him (with like earbuds in and stuff) and he was so heartbroken.

so every time he sees you in class he’ll be rude and abrasive, calling you insulting nicknames and stuff. he kinda likes the face you make when you get mad, the way your eyebrows furrow and your eyes stare sharply at him.

he’s also kinda mean to your friends because to him they’re an extension of you.

at this party, he’s been drinking, not too much because he’s cautious but enough to where he’s not completely sober. you as well.

you both start arguing when he bumps into you and knocks your drink out of your hand. he says a lot of cruel things that make your heart ache slightly. he’s so needlessly mean that you’re getting fed up with taking his shit.

you take a step closer to him, finally willing to do more than stand your ground, but actually fight back, “do you just want me to hate you that damn bad, leon? because you really seem to enjoy pissing me off.”

his body feels weak at your cold tone of voice. he’s suddenly not the evil, monstrous man that made fun of you, embarrassed you, called you names, talked down to you. he tries to keep up his front, but you see it cracking.

“i know you like it,” he says, “like it when i’m mean to you, don’t you? you want me to call you names and make fun of you, kinky bitch.”

you scoff, looking away from him. he couldn’t be more wrong.

“what? you think i’m wrong? prove it to me, prove that you don’t like me like this. show me that you’re worth anything more than being the dirt beneath my—”

“shut the fuck up, leon,” you groan as you come closer to him. it’s what he was afraid of, and god you’re so close to him… he’s worried he might explode from nerves. your hand presses against his chest as you push him away, and then suddenly, you’re up against him, he’s pressed against the wall, and your hand is back on his chest.

“uh, i.. i—” he says.

“what’s wrong? lost the ability to speak?” you ask him rhetorically, smirking, “you did get something right, i am a kinky bitch. just the wrong kind.”

“what?” he asks breathlessly. he looks like he’s about to pass out, face red, hands shaking. you would want to soothe him if he wasn’t such an asshole, “wrong kind?”

your hand on his chest drops to his crotch, groping him over his jeans, and he fucking whimpers. already. you come to the realization that leon kennedy, the bastard who’s been torturing you for months on end, is a fucking sub. good god.

“wait wait wait… hold on… i- what are you doing?”

your smirk grows, your breaths and sighs are satisfied, contented with holding him here, watching him stutter and whimper, “awh, i will admit. you’re much cuter when you’re not using that mouth to be rude. much, much prettier…”

his face is already red, his ears too. he looks messy, fragile, adorable.

“p-please,” his voice breaks, and you know you’ve won.

—

“stupid, stupid boy, thinks he can be mean to me? messed with the wrong girl,” you say, patronizingly soothing as you run your fingers through his hair, his cock buried inside of you as he hides his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, “you should say sorry, baby, for what you did to me.”

“fuck, i- i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry about what i said to you a- and your friends! i’m sorry!”

you scoff, “no, you know that’s not good enough, try harder. tell me how pathetic and dumb you are.”

he whines, his lips pressing against your neck sweetly as an apology, and as a way out of giving you a real one. he grasps onto your body like you’re his only anchor to stability and sanity.

you try to coax him out of his shyness and get him to tell you all the things you want him to say, “c’mon sweetheart, you gotta tell me. tell me how mean and degrading and cruel you were to me, just to be my stupid, obedient boy after i flipped it on you. the second i was a little mean to you, you completely gave in to me, didn’t you?”

“y-yeah, i… i’m sorry, i know i haven’t been- ah, good for you, but please let me be. give me a chance to be good, please. i can be good.”

you just laugh, clearly annoyed with him, “stupid fucking thing, thinks he can make me forgive him by begging to give him the grace he never gave me. you will have to earn your forgiveness, baby.”

he whines, “can i please fuck you? please? i’ll show you how good i can be, how good i can make you feel, i’ll so whatever you say i promise!!!”

“no, sweetheart, you’re going to sit still. you’re going to cry and weep and sob about how sorry you are, about how much better i am than you, how you don’t deserve me or my pussy, and how badly you need me to treat you like you’re nothing.”

[puckpocketed]

i can’t be on twitter actively because while everyones wailing about the trade and looking up microstats and tryin to figure out who fleeced whom . me and the girlies (gn) are howling about the possibility of a ceci-pickles failgirl dpair . Eye think together they can break -50 (willyek was worst in the whole league last year @ -45). rest in peace ty emberson we had too many ty’s on the team :( he’s not dead he’s just playing in canada 😔 mackblack boybestie kiss of death strikes again if he loves u then ur GONE ! and like there’s options here, we have SO many flop ass old men i do believe gmmg is attempting to find one for every young player who needs Guidance from a Veteran!! running it back goonwagstyle !! mr ceci i see you are a RHD how do u feel about staples and infant dmen <3

[pandoa]

twst community, my own tumblr blog that’s not technically dedicated to twst but has been mainly twst content for the past 2 years… i am so sorry

[annahanover]

assigning my moots crane wives songs (don't hate me please)

@richie-shitlips: shallow river! because sheila and we've also sang along to it together!

@isopodonanescalator: hole in the silver lining! i don't really know why, but the music itself reminds me of you.

@just-watching-dont-worry: the moon will sing. you relate to agent curt mega, what were you expecting?

@allieswithbenefits: allies or enemies. cause. yknow. allies!

@paranormaltheatrekid: curses! this is self explanatory to me

@zeros-dumpsterfire: strangler fig. this is based on vibes alone, i have no reasoning.

@t4tgempearl: show your fangs. cause gem

@kairithemang0: little soldiers. i give you the curtwen song

@raspberrysmoon: hollow moon. i got nothing. get hollow moon-ifed

@tandoorinightsmare: the wolf. it reminds me of kipperlilly. and i know how normal you are about her /aff

@bothsloth-originals: arcturus beaming. vibes.

@ellaashmore: i ain't done. your username is ella ashmore and i kinda fit it to ella, with the little we know about her

@the-pipster-pin: take me to war. it reminds me of ted, and ted is your silly guy.

@androgynous-sack-of-flesh-3: tongues & teeth :)

@colosseumofblahaj: daydreamer, i think. not really sure why.

@pleasesetmywagononfire: hrm. i give you turn out the lights.

and the color coding is just for corresponding albums! fool in her wedding gown, foxlore, safe ship harbored, beyond beyond beyond, coyote stories, and ones that don't belong to specific albums

[grapefaygodude69]

TC: . . . I fEeL . . . MoThErFuCkIn' WoBbLy . .

day 159

[frankenbolt]

Dragon Age Origins Companions..

Leliana in my head looks like Molly Ringwald, if only because we watched Pretty In Pink after watching DAO playthroughs.

[crowbitz]

patchi and his echo

[nightsjod]

so i crossed my thoughtless heart spread my wings like a parachute

[sicc-nasti]

GRAHHH massive art fight DUMP im throwin all this on one THANG sorry about that yall <3 i had fun attacking as much as I could even tho i wanted to attack and revenge SO MUCH MORE THAN I DID but alas this is the case every year smh Tags under the cut in order of characters

@ottosbigtop / @1-800-deactivatednearu / @its-morbin-time /Spazweasle / @alarucha Hallbjorns / @twinflame413 / @loomfus / cvknm / @gorjee-art x2 / @mickmundane x 2 / The Scientist ( TF2 ) / Caesar / @coopster3d , @3dygma / Iris , @beepiesheepie , @the-jade-jester27 , Amoretta Michaels / @fourtyfaregates / Tobias / Arkadiusz "Patches" Dżendżera , Steven "Stalker" Trojan / @pinkdiamond0714 / Xander / @sharkk-fin / @hazardtoons / @nafohcnis

[heroictoonz]

FREE HIM!!!!

LET HIM THE FUCK GO!!!!!!!

[qiekzart]

day 30 drawing len until my preorder arrives

i got carried away with brushes and effects awnyway have this funny little chibi

u can send requests in my askbox ,,>_<,, (5 requests in askbox as of writing)

[fleetsonourgecentral]

hii not sure if this blog is active still but since its the 23rd, that means scourge finally gets the birthday he deserves in the fleetway universe.

OH SHIT HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY TO THE BASTARD MAN HIMSELF

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"Scourge."

"Mmn."

"Scourge."

"Mmn."

"Scourge."

"Can't you take a hint?" Scourge hissed, swatting at the finger insistently poking him in the head. "'M sleeping. Go away."

"Absolutely not," Sonic snorted, evidently giving up on poking Scourge awake and upgrading to physically shaking him. "If I let you sleep in, you'll just be bitching later."

"When have I ever bitched about sleeping in?"

"Repeatedly. Get up before I push you out of bed."

It wasn't an empty threat, and Scourge knew it. The knowledge, however, did not stop him from burying his head under the pillow and groaning long and low. "Fuck off and let me dream about setting Tekno's experiments on fire."

It was disappointing, but not surprising, when instead of heeding Scourge's command, Sonic yanked him out of bed by his ankles, letting him crack his head on the cold, unforgiving floor.

"Son of a bitch!" Scourge twisted in Sonic's grip, pulling his poor ankles free. He glared up at Sonic, who looked down at him with his arms folded, customary smug smirk on his face. It was sorely tempting to kiss that stupid smirk away, but that would require getting up, and Scourge was seriously considering pulling the blankets off the bed and curling up on the floor and going back to sleep out of sheer spite. "What was that for?"

"Get up and you'll find out," Sonic said, nudging him with his foot. "It'll be worth it, I promise."

"How about you get up and find out a new place to sleep tonight," Scourge grumbled, reluctantly hauling himself to his feet. "Won't even let me sleep in peace when there's no new missions you need me for... don't get in the bed if you want to be up at the asscrack of dawn."

"This is my room," Sonic said, linking his arm in Scourge's before Scourge could contemplate throwing himself back under the bed-sheets. "If it bothered you that much, you would go crawling back to your own room."

"Maybe I will."

"Sure you will."

"You think I won't?"

"Prove me wrong tonight if you want to, but you're not going back to bed today. After all the bitching you did about the birthday chair on my birthday, I'm not going to let you sleep your birthday away and give you the chance to bitch about not getting the chair."

"Some boyfriend you are, not letting me sleep in on my..." he trailed off, half-asleep brain finally registering Sonic's words. "Birthday?"

"Yes," Sonic said, looking at him like he was an idiot. "Birthday."

That couldn't be right. His birthday wasn't until...

Scourge frantically tried to remember the date, and when his memory failed him, he snuck a glance at the calendar.

Huh. Well, fuck him sideways, look at that. It was his birthday.

Scourge... had honestly forgotten all about that.

It wasn't his fault! It was this stupid dimension and their backwards way of writing dates. The weirdos wrote the day before the month, like maniacs, instead of putting the month first like a normal person. That little difference had tripped him up more times than he cared to admit, and he'd lost count of the amount of times the mix-up had gotten him into trouble. His recent tactic was to just leave all the date stuff to everyone else, and while he had gotten better at remembering their weird system, it still didn't come to him automatically. It was one thing to know, logically, what month it was, and another thing entirely to look at the date and associate the unfamiliar order with the month they were in. So he hadn't been paying much attention to the date, and the reminder of his birthday just sort of... slipped by him.

Apparently, though, it did not slip by Sonic. He remembered. Although Scourge couldn't remember ever telling him when his birthday was, so how Sonic knew was beyond him.

"It's my birthday, and you're still making me get up at ass o'clock in the morning?" Scourge complained, shoving down the warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest as he snatched his glasses from the nightstand. It was a familiar feeling by now, and it didn't bother him as much as it once did, but it was way too early for anyone to see him feeling sappy feelings.

"Oh please, it's only nine o'clock," Sonic snorted, dragging him out of the room. "Nowhere near the asscrack of dawn. Quit your bitching."

"I think I should get to sleep in as long as I want on my birthday. Don't I get any birthday privileges? What kind of fucked up dimension is this?"

"Your birthday privileges are the birthday chair. Move your ass, or you won't get any of the presents you were bitching about missing out on on my birthday."

Presents? Well, that was a motivator, Scourge couldn't lie. He dragged his feet for a few more seconds, just to prove a point, just so Sonic wouldn't win, but with lingering sleep slowly losing its grip on him, eagerness took its place, and he couldn't stop himself from picking up the pace a little. Sonic, like the dickhead he was, noticed immediately, and that stupid knowing smirk returned, and fuck, Scourge really needed to kiss it off his face. He'd do that. Later. Pencil it in to his to-do list. He'd get around to it right after he opened his presents.

Downstairs, the rest of the Freedom Fighters bustled about, the same way they had done for Sonic's birthday. Just like before, there were no cheesy banners (thank fuck for that) and the old ratty armchair had once again been dragged out of storage. The hand-made banners from last time were nowhere to be seen, but that was expected; those were banners for Sonic, after all, and Scourge didn't want banners about Sonic Day hanging from the walls on his birthday anyway. Overall, there weren't as many decorations as Sonic had, and the ones that were in the process of being hung up were boring and generic, but as most of those decorations from last time mentioned Sonic specifically, Scourge wasn't too upset about it. There was a green cushion on the armchair, though, which wasn't there last time, and Scourge took his rightful place on his throne for the day with smug satisfaction coiling in his chest. It wasn't much, but the cushion was so clearly bought with him in mind. It was for him and him alone, and it did wonders for his ego. No wonder Sonic was so pleased with himself while sitting on the armchair on his birthday.

"Scourge!" Amy appeared seemingly out of nowhere, beaming at him with a bright smile Scourge still wasn't used to. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks." Scourge leaned back in the armchair, crossing his legs and doing his best to shove away the bubbling discomfort. Amy didn't need to know he still wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond to such genuine... genuineness. If she knew, she'd probably do it more, under some kind of excuse like helping him get used to it, which was such bullshit; Scourge knew her well enough by now to know she liked messing with people, and liked messing with people by being nice to them even more. The only reason she'd stopped telling people she was Sonic's girlfriend was because Scourge bragged about dating Sonic too much for anyone to believe it; apparently not even dating Tekno was enough to get her to stop, because Tekno found it funny and encouraged her to do it more. If anything united the Freedom Fighters outside of, well, fighting for freedom, it was opportunities to screw with Sonic.

Speaking of Tekno, she also fluttered in and out with presents clutched in her arms, parroting another "happy birthday" in his direction, although thankfully she was gone almost as soon as she said it, so he didn't need to reply. Even Tails waved at him as he flew in with a few more decorations.

"Sonic, can you-"

"Yeah, yeah, already on it," Sonic interrupted Amy, dashing into the other room after Tekno to help. Scourge peeked through the doorway after him; from what he could see, the pile of presents was nowhere near the size of Sonic's pile on his birthday, but he guessed that was to be expected. Sonic was the Hero of Mobius, receiving presents from grateful citizens in every Zone they entered, including a few sent over from the Special Zone, and Scourge had no interest in being viewed as a hero by anyone. No one had the same sense of gratitude towards him as they did towards Sonic.

An envelope and present landed on his lap before he had the chance to feel anything about that.

"From Ebony," Amy said quietly as she passed, like a secret. "And... well, the rest of them, too, I guess."

Raising an eyebrow, Scourge ripped open the wrapping paper on the present; Sonic had waited until all his presents were brought into a pile at his feet, but considering who this was from, Scourge figured he'd be forgiven for opening this one early. It was nothing special - a simple mug, Scourge couldn't tell if it was hand-made or store bought - but it was honestly more than he was expecting. It would be good to put his hot chocolate in, if nothing else, since he broke his last designated mug and hadn't gotten around to replacing it yet.

Setting the mug aside out of sight, he ripped open the envelope next. A cheesy birthday card greeted him - gross - but when he opened it, he was greeted with a glorious sight: money. Score.

He almost didn't bother reading the words on the card, but he was feeling gracious, so he skimmed them. Ebony's neat, cursive handwriting greeted him: thank you for all you've done for us. From Ebony, Pyjamas, and Super - The Groovy Train

Ew, sappy shit. Scoffing, Scourge tossed the card aside with the mug, ignoring whatever weird feeling was happening in his chest. He didn't even know why they'd bothered to send him anything; he didn't even like them that much, he only showed up to babysit Super if Ebony promised to pay him. But hey, if it meant he got birthday money out of it, he wasn't going to to question it too much.

Folding his arms, Scourge watched Tails and Amy hang the rest of the decorations. Someone managed to get their hands on some balloons, which they'd scribbled "yearly survival day" on in marker. And - oh boy - they'd found some banners to hang up after all. Amy was balancing on a ladder holding one end, while Tails grabbed the other, flying up to stretch the banner out-

Oh.

That... that was a hand-made banner. Not one of Sonic's, and not a generic or cheesy one, either.

Thanks for bullying Sonic, it read, with a bunch of names scribbled underneath. Signatures. Signatures of people he knew, people he was... friends... with. Front and center, proud, not tucked away at the back where they'd be out of sight.

Scourge stared at it. It was objectively ugly, an eyesore if he'd ever seen one, clearly made with limited resources, and the letters smushed together at the end where they'd clearly started to run out of room when they were writing. It was messy, far from perfect, nothing lavish or fancy. In all his life, he'd never had a birthday banner as ugly as this.

A pesky lump formed in Scourge's throat. He swallowed it down. At least his eyes were dry, and if that changed, his tinted glasses would hopefully hide that.

And oh fuck, there was Sonic suddenly standing before him, arms full of presents, glancing at the banner before meeting Scourge's eyes with that stupid, stupid, smug and knowing smirk.

Fuck it. He wasn't waiting. He was moving this task to the top of his to-do list.

Sonic barely had time to drop the presents onto the meager pile before Scourge seized him by the arms, dragged him in, and finally kissed that smirk off his face.

His triumphant plan promptly failed, for although Sonic couldn't smirk, his smugness was apparent in his kiss, instead. Asshole.

"Worth getting up for, huh?" Sonic said when they broke apart. "Was I right, or was I right?"

"Eh, I've had better," Scourge lied, pulling Sonic onto his lap. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

"I've got something planned for later," Sonic promised, looping an arm around Scourge's neck without his customary complaining. "Bring your spray can, we're going vandalizing."

... Fuck, Sonic knew him too well. Damn it, Scourge loved him. It was actually unfair how much he loved him. He'd say there should be a law against it, but... well, Scourge wasn't exactly famous for giving a flying fuck about the law.

"You'd better treat me to dinner after," Scourge said, instead of saying any of that sappy shit.

"You'll get burgers or hotdogs from the first stand we see and that's it."

"Cheapskate."

"You'll get over it."

It wasn't lavish, or extravagant, or over the top, or any of the flashy, fancy things he was sure he'd get when he became the King of Moebius. And it was still too damn early, and he would've still liked a lie-in. But the hand-made banner was for him, and was signed, and Sonic wasn't even complaining about being in his lap, so... it would do.

It would do just fine.

[mattypattypinky]

Hiiii! I absolutely adored your Anxiety sleepover/sleeping headcanons and I wasn’t sure if you’d be bothered if another person sent you additional headcanons, But yours just got me so inspired and

A. With every fiber of my being I feel like Anxiety would suck her thumb in her sleep/ while in the midst of spiraling cause she’s shown to stress gnaw and bite on things in the show and also It’s actually a thing where sucking on something can distract or stop an anxiety attack in its place. And not doubt this would switch over unconsciously (possibly why her teeth so GAH) because her body deals with the stress of like ten thousand men a day and it probably does everything it can to try and get her to sleep at least a little soundly. So doing it unconsciously would not surprise me. She’s definitely aware of it, but also embarrassed about it.

B. Like fear has his stuffed Bear. I feel like Anxiety would have a plushie. I don’t know what. But it was 100% given to her by Ennui. Who is the resident queen of being comfortable lazy and sleepy. (But also cause they’re totally in love and dating fieifndjdndd) OMG MAYBE ITS A FROG PLUSH. Whatever it is. Ennui made sure it was really soft and textile. Something Anxiety could rub or stroke and it would feel really nice against her hands. Like something she could snuggle when needing comfort, but also absentmindedly rub when she’s feeling anxious.

C. Not sleep related but Anxiety totally would love it when Ennui picks her up. Never asks for it but Ennui can always tell when she really wants it cause she’ll do a pseudo version of ‘uppies’ where she bounces on the balls of her feet and a lot of extra on purpose smiles and looks. oh. And Ennui can totally slink around her like a a boa constrictor but instead of a snake it’s just her being a lazy noddle and giving Anxiety a wrap around hug

lol sorry if this is super random. I just love swapping headcanons for characters!!!

OH MY GOSH these actually made me extremely happy, especially the first one as I have dermatophagia due to my own anxiety 😭 I'm sure hers might not be as bad? I mean I hope not I really hope she's not ripping off her thumb skin

but I really enjoy when people headcannon stuff like that, i also rlly like it when characters suck their thumbs in general because me too and it makes me feel less bad abt the fact i do it irl but anyways

I LOVE HER OVERBITE SO MUCH but this makes so much sense because it is a thing that like thumb sucking can cause misalignment (which is fucking genius by the way)

I really love the idea of Anxiety actually really liking frogs bc a lot of people find them cute and she resembles them a bit, although I feel like if someone called her a frog she'd get extremely nervous and think it's an attempt to insult her (it's a compliment frogs r ADORABLE)