touya is halfway through his workday, grease up to his elbows, little jumpsuit half undone down to his waist, when iguchi comes in to tell him "someone's askin' for you out here".
he's not sure who it could be, but there's no telling, so he just decides to take a smoke break and wander out of the automotive garage, maybe imagining one of siblings out on the pavement.
but the minute he sees you, he stops. nearly drops his cigarette on a rough, "oh shit."
it's been a while since he's seen you, a year or two, and the packet of paper in your hand can only mean one, bullshit thing.
"nah, nah, nah, i ain't signing any papers," is how he greets you, shaking his head the minute you start up the path with a big, determined frown. touya doesn't run, but he sure twists on his heel and starts back up the path, too, as you start calling out his name.
practically all of his coworkers are watching when he comes back into view, not bothering to hide how nosy they're being. their audience makes you falter just a tad and touya clings onto it; anything to stop you.
"never a good sign when your wife comes to find you at work."
there's a long silence, from everyone. when he looks back at you—at your manilla folder and carefully stapled documents, your petition for divorce—your eyes are heavy and wet, almost the same way they were when the two of you stood in a courtroom, lying about your age in order to pledge until death do you part.
almost. now they're just sad.
from somewhere in the garage, toga calls out a bewildered, "you have a wife?" that makes him feel a way he can't understand, both amused and devastated all at once.
your wedding ring isn't on your finger, but if he stares long enough, he can maybe see the difference in color of your skin, a former tan-line that's begun to fade.
he sold his for stuff he shouldn't have been buying, stuff that ruined him and you and your marriage, a long time ago.
but touya only smiles, and calls back, "yeah, i do."
my friend and i have this ongoing bit on stream where we are going to shave the king bald...... yeah........
((there are actually two ongoing bits with the king. but i do not think anyone wants me to illustrate the second one. including myself. perhaps i am a coward and that is okay. i will not be elaborating at this time. SAFSADASDAS))
I love just
making unnecessarily complicated designs LMAO
IDK if I'll draw them much, but it tickles my brain in a good way, the amount of detail does.
Also, I mentioned when reblogging a Hades 2 post that I love love LOVE witch/whimsigoth aesthetics? Yeah well thats basically my Undertale AU JHDSGHFSDHGSDJH
he never knows when to expect it and that's what's most exciting for him. his cock twitching in anticipation anytime you get close to him, anytime your hand might linger on his body for a second longer than necessary, anytime your breath ghosts across the shell of his ear.
but you like to keep him on his toes. some days you just use him for hours, barely give him time to catch his breath, his flushed tip leaking with each stroke. brain reduced to mush and the only thing he can manage to whine is your name. satoru cries when you ride him, tears staining his cheeks and his lower lip trembling when you praise him, eyes squeezing shut because you just feel so good.
other days you like to tease him a bit more. rub your hands over his chest while you whisper what you're going to do later. satoru always begs those days. always asking for you now, for more, for mercy as his cock strains in his pants, staying at least half hard for the entire day. he promises he'll be good if you just touch him. wrapping your fingers around his shaft, he lets out a broken sob as you let go before he can come.
- noel: thanks very much. another new song. it's one that he wrote *points at liam*
- liam: nod nod 👆
- crowd cheers
- noel: was that a sarcastic cheer because it's taken him fuckin thirty years to write a song?
- liam: 😁
- noel: believe you me, he got the same reaction in the studio
- crowd cheers
- liam (to the crowd): alright now, why don't you all spit on me at this point
- noel: anyway, apparently it was written about me, it's called better man
- song plays
- liam: clap, ya bastards!
it's kinda fascinating to me how welt has been "at the end of his life" for like. several decades by now. he goes on and on about how old and weary he is and how "his job is done" and his story is over but- oh wait i just realized i can phrase this in a very funny way- he's kind of sorta immortal now because he got the herrscher core back, so he's really just stuck in the epilogue for all eternity