#beastyhound

[ulchamile]

     He seems familiar. Does she know this gentleman?

[devilslcg]

❤ — @beastyhound / continued

“You’re not gettin’ the chase you wanted ‘cause there ain’t any prey for you to chase.” It was said casually, but there was a firmness in his tone that suggested a refusal to play along. He was no one’s prey as far as he was concerned, and he sure as heck didn’t plan on running from someone he wasn’t afraid of. Of course, he had yet to see the many reasons why he ought to be afraid. His bravado came from ignorance, but it was entirely up to the other, creepier man whether that remained intact.

Sanji raised a hand, pointer finger motioning in little circles. “How about option three, where you turn your ass around and find someone else to bother?”

[tenyxshx-a]

"Have I ever told you, that you would look great in chains?" Flirting? Maybe. Would he do it if he got the chance? Yes.

➸ @beastyhound

“Fufufu, is there any way I wouldn’t look great? My, if you can capture me perhaps I might let you chain me~.”

[locum-magneticum-a-blog]

     Third Place Prize - @beastyhound / @kumokuroro

Headshot / Bust of Cannibal Hellhound - Michi

[onepiecerphub-blog]

Shout out to the awesome person known as Val ( @beastyhound ) I always enjoy chatting it up with you and roleplaying when he have the chance! You are awesome and just stay that way okay? Love ya!! <3 <3 <3

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[eviscxration-moved-blog]

Uhm... A little late to the party there you creepy bot

[blood-batx]

@beastyhound  continued from here

Eyes just as void of emotion turned towards the older man. Oh, it was sempai. Wonder how he was doing. He smelled delicious. Putting a hand to his face, he looked to find a blood splatter still across his cheek. “So that’s where that smell was coming from...” he sighed, licking the blood of his fingers. 

“I can’t argue with ya there, Michi-sempai. It’s the funniest thing in the world to see a regular person’s expression change to fear and horror so suddenly” Vlad said as a light smirk formed across his face. 

[sabakunoo]

@beastyhound​ continued from here

He hadn’t been locked very long; a couple of weeks at best before Daz Bones managed to find him. His network of informants was definitely a good thing to have and the right hand had found his boss within weeks. Sure, that had been fast. But not fast enough that Crocodile would save face without a scar. Of course, as soon as he’d been freed, the sandman’s first reflex was to claw disfigure the brand that had been made on his chest and make it unrecognizable. With the help of Daz, he’d burned the brand over and over again for a few days until nothing left but a burnt mass of flesh was there. A stain to his pride like a brand would have never resisted his newfound freedom. He was not a possession, not something someone could claim as their own.

Big, tanned lips stretched maliciously and contemptuously as they locked down on the terrified mutt, the sensation of seeing his captor cower nothing short of exhilarating. He could try and be a pompous, arrogant asshole all he wanted, his tail curling around his leg was indication enough of his level of fright. “Kuhahahahaha...what do we have here?” Crocodile mused, looking incredibly satisfied to have found Michi. He’d been looking for him, looking to enact his revenge. Never once had he let someone humiliate him and live to tell the tale. And this one needed a particularly gruesome death to have dared doing so much shit to his body. Sure, he hadn’t lost a limb despite the countless threats uttered by the hound but he had been branded, abused in various ways and one he’d never forget about, particularly. Crocodile wasn’t someone who liked to relinquish control, especially not in sexual situations. And even less for someone he considered lesser than him but it seemed that his rage had only fueled Michi and force was to admit that Crocodile hadn’t exactly despised that. He just despised the man, not the act.

And now was time for the bastard bitch to reap what he had sowed. 

“I’m going to be nice and offer you to come with me willingly, like a good boy. If you do... I might decide to keep you alive but not without punishing you first, obviously. Bad dogs have to be punished, after all. Or we can do it the rough way, really, but no matter your decision, you’re coming with me.”