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I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE THAT SHIPS THEM

I MEAN LOOK AT THEM, THEY LOOK SO ADORABLE AND I LOVE THEIR DYNAMICS IN SING 2

BUSTER X SUKI

💙🐨💚🐶

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baby johnny headcanons (cuz why not)

mood for writing these at 5am.

- this boi loves to climb and not only does he climb his dad but all kinds of unimaginable places.

- marcus finds him gone and looks up to see the adorable mf on the ceiling. while marcus panics and tries to figure out how to get him down without hurting him, little johnny finds the whole thing hilarious and won’t stop giggling.

- so marcus makes little johnny boi nests (like gorillas do) before bed with pillows and clothes and cushions and blankets and anything else to keep him warm. johnny always loves it and falls asleep curled up underneath his mom’s shirt.

- when marcus is especially tired he sleeps with little johnny tucked safely in his arms in the nest with him.

- okay, johnny loves his piggybacks and can spend hours just on his dad’s shoulders. sometimes he just falls asleep on his dad’s back and marcus has to move extra carefully not to wake him up.

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WARNING: a bit of blood/gore

so i’ve been drawing more with the angst thing and managed to draw a very distressed buster along with it! :D

also sorry for continuously posting the same content over and over, but i just love expanding on stuff like this and i literally CANNOT resist.

also, we all know you love angst, just admit it—

“Crystal.” He gasped and stumbled a step back, nearly tripping and falling off of his feet. “I-I thought you—”

"Funny how things always end like this between you and me, huh?” The wolf fixed the sleeve of his white button-up shirt, removing the gun from its holster. “Always with you at the end of the cliff, and with me about to end the job once and for all.”

“Crystal, p-put the gun down. We can talk about this.” Buster blurted out when he heard the theatre crew gasp behind him, some even seeming to whimper. “Please, you can’t hurt them!”

“I think I’ve already reminded you more than once, Moon—I can do, whatever I want.” And with a sharp clink, removed the safety of the gun.

“Moon!” Buster heard Ash’s desperate call from behind him, and even though he couldn’t exactly see her, he could tell that she was terrified. They all were. Terrified for their life.

“I told you, Moon, I told you I'd get you back someday." And Jimmy Crystal raised his right paw, shotgun cocked and at the ready, his white knuckles smeared with blood. The barrel of the gun pointed itself straight at Buster's forehead, and Buster was frozen. He couldn't move.

This was it.

"Mr. Moon!" It had all happened in an instant—bigger hands shoved him to the side so hard that he ended up at the very edge of the alleyway, stomach flat against the debris-covered ground. He barely had time to push himself upright when he heard an earsplitting crack of a gun. His hands instinctively flew to his body as he felt around for a bullet wound, anything at all. But he felt completely fine.

He finally got enough sense to lift his head and the sight in front of him made his heart plummet. Johnny stood in place of where Buster had once been standing in the middle of the alleyway, barely on his two feet—crimson starting to pool at his side just several inches underneath his armpit as it spread steadily through the fabric of his sweatshirt.

Johnny had been shot.

Buster’s eyes grew wide as his vision began to blur, the sight before him becoming a hazed mix of dreadful colors. The sounds around him were drowned into muffles, and he could hear someone scream just as a heavy thud of a body hitting the ground made him flinch on the spot. It felt as if something was squeezing his throat and cutting off his windpipe, he couldn’t speak or move. “Johnny.” His voice sounded cracked and broken and it just sounded wrong, but he couldn’t care less.

“Johnny… JOHNNY!”

(expanding more later!)