#finally done lmao

[dadsjimmysea]

[huhwhatyak]

A3! Comic Anthology Vol 02: Attack! Cleaning Busters

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[scribledon]

[malnedott]

i just removed my last wisdom tooth …. 😷

[arugulafriend]

Meadow Tapestry 🌱 Made from found fibers

[grangermonarque]

|| Modern AU TF2 Icons ||

FinALLy–

Not that good with their face shape/expressions and stuff though, but I did like how it turned out! All I did was search for some clothes that fits them, and I especially loved Scout's idea uwu Feel free to use them!

And I'm really sorry they're all facing in the same direction adsgshshs

I'm thinking of doing headcannons but maybe later

Laziness interrupts

[offtopicoverload]

ISABELLE WILLIAMS

-22, from Grovershire, England

-Lady of Edgewater

-Thinks Mr. Sinclaire is overrated

[greathunderhowl]

MODERN YAKUZA AU - The Fallen: A Drabble

@halfpintsavage​

NSFW - !Trigger Warning! Gore, Blood, Death

Warmth.

The spattered liquid warmth drenched his clothes. Pleas were muffled by the adrenaline that pulsed vigorously in his ears. The rapid rate of his heart cooperates with his movements that pathed a way for a delivered final blow.  

Tick.

Time ticks by quickly; every move and decision put into tonight’s extraction had been calculated prior and timed perfectly with no room for mistakes. 

All down to the ‘ delicate motions ‘ of lock picking completion. Timed at 5 seconds max, as he’s had years and years of practice in this area. 

Challenge.

This was all a game to him, and he decided to challenge himself--to beat a time record...in a matter of 5 minutes and 04 seconds...

Before the dramatic scene of him standing in the middle of the living room this seemingly well-put-together family lied lied lifeless in, there were several steps that were established before this imminent moment.

First, he walked up alone in the twilight light; concealed in the shadows. The backdoor effortlessly pick locked for his entry. The warm glow settled in as he took a quick gander at his surroundings; examining windows for quickened exits in case of emergency, and listening in to the sounds of a regular family washing up before dinner.

Two--no three...no four voices. Where’s the fifth?! 

Doesn’t matter. The job’s gotta be done. 

Kouga quietly enters the kitchen as a young male and his mother begin gathering up the finished dishes. The image of the back of their heads blur into nothingness as the sounds of exchanged pleasantries silenced to a mute.

Time was ticking.

Tick.

“Who are--”

Tock.

“My son--No don’t--!!”

Tick.

“Okaa-!!!”

Tock.

“Shit--”

And here we are. Kouga’s face splattered with the warm blood of an innocent family that had done him no harm, but were mere obstacles in this little thing he called a game. They were nothing but pawns destined for a demise at his hand. 

Blood. So much--blood.

4 minutes and 30 seconds.

Time to spare.

“Please--” the pathetic campaign manager pleaded. The clear chime of his voice pulled Kouga back from the darkness of his mind. Reality began to set in and his mission briefly interrupted. His icy blue eyes avert immediately to the dying man as blood spilled from his wounds; half of his face bubbled from burns--a pot of their spilled family dinner still steaming hot scattered amongst the blood on the floor.

Ah. That’s how.

His groans over rode with pure agony as his hand weakly clutched the lifeless hand of his wife. Two sons--dead instantly in the kitchen. Kouga didn’t care about them--he wanted what little ‘fun’ he can with the sad excuse for a pawn in the country’s political circle. 

He coughs; throat gurgled with blood from inflicted injuries that caused internal bleeding. His body ached every where, but his will to survive was still strong--as his darling daughter was still alive and she needed at least one parent to survive. 

“I’ll pay you--anything. Double of wh--AHHHHHH NO NO--”

A heavy boot crushed into the broken femur of his thigh; weighing on the wound taking pleasure in hearing his pleading cries. A grin on his blood drenched lips. 

“Your money means nothing to me, Hino-san--” Kouga laughs as he drops his gun and reaches for the blade secured to his hip. He unsheathes it; spine tingling at the enticing sound of the metal gliding from the sheathe. Fingers grip firmly around the handle of the blade as he takes on breath in. The feared expression in Hino’s eyes will forever be etched into Kouga’s memories.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Kouga steps off of the male and kicks him to turn over. Hino is too weak to even try anymore, but he continues to silently pray for a miracle...But the dark haired male that stood over him would shadow any miracle that attempted to come his way. Diminishing any shining light of hope in one full sweep.

“Night-Night.” 

With a firm grip, Kouga drives the blade into the injured male’s chest; puncturing his heart and ending his life completely. The blade drives effortlessly through the rib cage and is plunged deeper; wedging into the floor boards beneath him; pinning him to his own home floor. As Kouga watched the life fade from his deep brown eyes, a click of a knob completely pulls his attention.

A girl’s voice; unknowing of the massacre she is about to walk in on. Its light--youthful. With a sparkle in her tone.

Fuck. 

Fuck.

F U C K.

Five minutes and 05 seconds.