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@p7ppyw00fr34
Introducing myself-?
You can call me Puppy, mostly things ill be doing is posting art, gifs, opinions, shit posts, ets
Fandoms: mcr (duh), MSI, fob, and some more that ain't important
Feel free to DM anything or ask anything!! Tips are very much needed idk what I'm doing here tbh
⚠WARNINGS⚠: proshipper, darkshipper, "problematic", Idgaf if band members have done bad things, sue me
Idk, k bai chat!!
being pete's son and he makes patrick fuck you. he has u both wrapped around his finger; his first victim and his son. he even will bring around ryan sometimes, but only for a little while before they end up fighting and cutting eachother off again.
your dad is the best. pete taught you how to cut yourself and how to drink, what pills to not take with alcohol and how to sit still and let yourself be violated.
About the topic of non-con!Waycest and all the different dynamics that could include it, I also think it’s important to add all the elements that come after the abuse. I think we pay too much attention to the act itself, but there’s something nice and so interesting about the what-would-happen-after. Maybe this is just me being weird but I find it so hot to think about the consequences, like the physical pain, the nightmares, the new insecurities, the fear… UGHH.
I was just thinking of something related to somnophilia, where Gerard breaks into Mikey’s room in the middle of the night and rapes him. Maybe after that incident Mikey will develop some kind of phobia to open doors, or can’t sleep with the lights off, or maybe he even develops insomnia, who knows? But isn’t it so nice to wonder and think about? The possibilities are endless. And it even opens the door for a more complex and deeper character, which could also eventually turn into a part two or three.
I guess this also applies for some kind of possessive-arc which basically consists of this certain event haunting the whole narrative in a destructive way. I mean that in a ‘I did this to you, so now you are this way’ way, because in the end the whole assault would literally own the way things went.
Is this too much… I feel like I’m going crazy…
She's so perfect
I cant pick a layout (might js be lame Sid Jenkins or Pinkie from the MOV)
Hey so I wanna hurt something (preferably Mikey as I dress like his brother after kidnapping Mikey away from him) (oh no!!!!)
i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself
Cults aren’t even fun nowadays…
I’ve gotten so desperate I’ve gone to quotev and wattpad. Why does every waycest story end with one or BOTH boys dead???? What were waycest shippers on in 2014 why were we all sad and wanted to cry I want to see Gerard balls deep in Mikey while clamping a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet while also cutting name into him. Is that too much to ask for these days? Sheesh
"Post not found" LET ME SEE YOUR MASTERPIECE AGGAUAYGRUTHTK
happy birthday gerard <333
happy birthday to gerard way she’s always been a little bit like botfly girl to me
people on twitter: my special little guy has never done anything wrong in his life i hope he is happy forever
people on tumblr: my special little guy made a slight grammatical error i hope someone rapes him to death
Gerard "accidentally" walking in on Mikey just to see what he looks like when he's all flustered and red panting and whining
Mikey making out with Gerard’s limp drunk body, sucking on his lips and fucking his tongue down his throat.
He knows Gerard he won’t gag no matter how deep he goes. Licking at his teeth, he tastes booze and spit. Then palming at his crotch cause Gerard’s always hard when he’s drunk.
Mikey listens to him whine and moan weakly around his tongue in his near passed out state before realizing what he’s doing.
Then he quickly tucks Gerard into bed before scurrying to his room to guiltily tug on his cock.
just had a really scummy idea
it's 2005, and you went to warped tour to see some of your favourite bands, mcr included.
they come out on stage, and you're screaming out, basically smushed against the barricade as they rock your eardrums.
at one point, there's a small interaction between Ray and a security guard, and you thought he pointed to you, but you must've been seeing things; you were just another face in the crowd.
their set finishes, and wanting to get off the barricade after getting your hips shoved into it repeatedly, you flagged down a security guard to help you out.
another guard says something to the one helping you, but you miss it completely.
and instead of finding your way to the public bathrooms, you're guided to the rows of buses near the venue.
and you're taken right to the mcr bus.
the door was open, almost like it was expecting your arrival, and you were ushered into a damp, charged space by none other than Ray himself, heart beating out of your chest.
they were all there, sweaty, disgusting, winding down from their performance, and you were starting to question why you were taken there.
it doesn't take long until you're on all fours on the sticky floor, taking Frank up your cunt and Ray down your throat, gagging from the stench.
Mikey had left to smoke, not wanting to stick around until it was his turn, and Gerard fumbled lazily with his cock as he sat on the messy lounge next to the scene, pointing a camcorder at you as you took it from both ends.
'you're gonna be famous, baby.' Frank snickered, the other two breathlessly laughing as your eyes brimmed with tears, senses overwhelmed with humiliation and pleasure.
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the next day, you were plastered all over the news outlets for the world to see how much of a groupie whore you were for your favourite band <3
guys stop touching each other inappropriately under the blanket during story time!
