So on tiktok the other day I saw a video by @cuttyren and @mythicalitycosplay with Remus and Wilford with a Helluva Boss audio and I fucking loved it so much! It’s a perfect combo that makes so much sense but that I’ve never seen before and so I started writing and here is the fruit of said labour.
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Content Warning: There’s nothing explicit, but it’s Remus and Wilford so there’s warning for lewdness, swears, and there are references to torture but nothing actually happens.
There’s a groggy moan behind him and Wilford perks up, uselessly trying to turn in his seat.
“Remus?! You still alive back there?”
The moan turns into a wild throaty scream as Remus comes to with less of a slow rise and more of a harsh slap.
“Oh mY GoD!!” he half-screams. Remus has one volume and it isn’t quiet. A saner man than Wilford would worry about it drawing the attention of their captors.
“HA!” Wilford wiggles his feet happily as much as the wire wrapped around his shins will allow him. The wire’s pulled tight enough that what little movement he’s made over the last half hour has it digging into the skin, blood soaking into his pants’ legs. But Wilford isn’t the kind of guy to notice something unimportant like that. “I knew the bastards couldn’t keep you down!”
“What happened?!” As Remus raises his head he sees his own legs are tied like Wilford’s, though he’s not bleeding himself. On top of that, each wrist is handcuffed to the arms, and a large amount of wire is around his chest, “Oh Wilford. I thought you’d never ask!” he smirks.
“Would that it were my handiwork, Remus.” Wilford gently tugs at his own handcuffs, “No, unfortunately we’ve been captured.”
“No!” Remus gasps.
“Afraid so.”
“Goody!” Remus wiggles in place testing the grip of his restraints. Everything’s as tight as a matador’s pants, just how he likes it. His legs aren’t bleeding yet, but his fingers are tingling from the handcuffs, and his chest is tight enough that he can feel the slight squeeze of pain as he breathes. It’s absolutely delightful! “Wait, weren’t we at the border wall?”
“Indeed we were. You’d just dropped your pants and was wiggling your buttocks while reaching through your legs and pretending to wipe your ass with your middle finger, flipping our pursuers off.”
“So how did we get here?”
“They had tasers.”
“Ohhhhh!” Remus smacks his lips. “I wondered why I could taste socket plugs.”
The door opens and a man walks in.
“The two of you have been possibly the most agg-.”
“Ooh look Wilford!” Remus coos as he turns to get a good look at their newcomer. “We’ve got company!”
The man clearly thinks himself important in his long white coat and a crew haircut so precise you could set your watch by it. On his stern looking face sit a pair of square, thick-rimmed glasses and beneath his nose, an unfortunately boring moustache, trimmed to within an inch of its poor boring life
He could be important, but he could just as easily be some poor lost sod just trying to find the grocery store so he can buy some tuna to feed his cat. That poor cat. In either case, Remus and Wilford just don’t care.
“He could be a scientist,” Remus muses looking the man up and down, “I mean the white coat is a dead giveaway.”
Wilford is looking at him too but seems unconvinced. “Maybe a doctor?”
“Like your friend, what was his name?” Remus bites his lip as he tries to remember.
“Dr Iplier?”
“That’s the fucker. Maybe this guy knows him. Hey asshole do you-?”
“SHUT UP!”
The man snaps at the pair and while they flinch at the volume, neither of them seem that intimidated, smiling back at him. He however is clearly pissed, face red, fists clenched. Give him a few more seconds and he’d probably have steam coming out his ears.
“This is THE most secure facility of its kind on the planet!” he continues, barely managing to just grit the words through his teeth. “Armed guards, pressure mats, lasers, cameras, infrared sensors. It is designed to keep dangerous monsters like YOU,” he jabs a finger at them, “locked away for good. So how in the HELL did you escape your containments!”
Remus and Wilford glance over their shoulders at each other but say nothing.
“Tell me!” he snaps again.
“Well which do you want us to do?” Wilford asks, innocently. “Shut up, or talk?”
“Maybe he wants us to do both?” Remus suggests, “A little ventriloquy to spice things up.” he tries to wiggle his hips.
There they go again talking like he’s not there. Moving to the wall, he presses a button and a panel wooshes away to reveal a whole host of painful looking tools hanging behind it.
See, that’s exactly the kind of setup Remus has always wanted. Fun time tools to hand whenever you need them. So practical. Not to mention dramatic! Wilford is impressed but it’s not to his own taste. No he’s always been more of an opportunist, picking up the weapons that seem to gravitate around him. They always seem to find their way into his hands, and then sometimes they find their way into other people.
“If you refuse to co-operate,” the crew-cut keeps talking, brushing his fingers over the tools while piercing them with an intense glare, “I’m not above torturing you to find out.”
“Physical or psychological?” Remus asks.
Crew-cut stares at him in disbelief. Does the wall of torture instruments not give it away?
“He’s a connoisseur,” Wilford explains, “but it’s a fair point, I mean physical would be counterproductive. We’d probably say anything to put an end to the pain. You’d have no way of knowing what’s the truth.”
“Or we might like it too much,” Remus cackles, wiggling his eyebrows and hips, “and then you’ve got a whole new thing to deal with.”
Taking a deep breath, crew-cut turns to the wall. He’s sick of this already, he knows they’re just trying to distract him. Maybe they used that in their escape. It doesn’t matter. He knows just the thing to use.
He hefts a handheld rotary saw off the wall. It’s weighty and enough to just knock some poor bastard out when its not on. Get it going and it could cut through a leg like its made of melted butter. If he’s lucky it might just scare the answers straight out of them.
“You know it would be easier if you just- how did you get out of your restraints?”
When he turns back, Remus is still sat in his chair but the wires that had held him are suddenly loose in his lap and hanging to the floor. The handcuffs are still on his wrists but are no longer attached to the chair beneath him. He’s leaning over the nearest arm, legs crossed, while one finger is raised wiggling making the handcuff dangling from his wrist dance in the air.
“Oh, you’re stupid!” Remus croons as he gives a demented smile, “I can work with stupid. Daddy likey dummy!”
Wilford laughs and that’s when crew-cut notices he’s not tied up any more either. He stands behind the chair, his own restraints abandoned on the seat. This is not good.
“The thing is,” Wilford says, “you have no idea what you’re dealing with.”
Crew cut scowls as he hefts up the rotary saw, wielding it before him, “I’m not afraid of two unarmed crazies.”
Wilford tilts his head and frowns in confusion, “Who says we’re unarmed?”
From the back of his waistband he pulls a revolver, quickly letting off multiple shots. Crew-cut drops to the floor, his fingers losing grip of the saw. A large pool of blood quickly grows beneath him.
Remus is shaky to stand, but once up, he pulls a mace from behind his back, swinging it round before it rests on his shoulder.
“As much as I would LOVE to stay for a bit of fun,” he bends over crew-cut, giving a sly wink, “we’ve got places to be, people to do. You get it.” he straightens up and heads for the door, waving over his shoulder as he goes. “Byeeeeeeeee!”
Wilford takes his time, slowly walking over and bending down. He takes the man’s face in his hand, pins him with a look and smiles.
Don't mind me, but seeing all the welcome back asks on your blog is just so heartwarming. You have quite a lovely follower base. Stay awesome and keep smiling. 💙🌹
"Heartwarming" is just the word I would use too :) (and unexpected- even a tad overwhelming, in a good way).
Thank you ^_^ there's definitely a lot of good people here.
@cuttyren i wanna give you this as a little thanks for all the support you give me on here and just in general the stuff you post because it inspires me and makes my day aince your cosplay is just so entertaining :)
You know what im in a much better mood today so lets have a lovely dark taking that fifth whiskey bottle the hell away from his wasted boi. This was a really funny one to draw actually i had a lot of fun with this. Gotta have shawn looking as dramatic as possible with depravation of his sweet, sweet alcohol
Based On Cosplays By @cuttyren (dark and sometimes cosplays that shawn design) and @mythicalitycosplay (shawn)
A little doodle of @mythicalitycosplay and @cuttyren cosplaying what I would consider their signature ship shawn and dark. I doodled it just because, you know, these two are fucking adourable, i love you guys, never stop being adourable together
Tenebris and marvin, i drew the cosplays of the lovely
@mythicalitycosplay and @cuttyren
But the original marvin design theyre inspired by belongs to @outoftheendgamenow
Of course one of the characters belongs@therealjacksepticeye but jesus this is a lot of tagging based on one drawing. Go check them all out theyre all really cool creators in different domains like cosplay art and videos. Love you all you guys are so creative
