#ginga sirius

[inu-jiru]

Ginga Shitpost #2: More TLW Slander because I’m basic like that :smirk:

It will never fail to amuse me how Sirius can look at everything that happened in TLW and SOMEHOW think Monsoon is a poor innocent baby who just needs a friend because he had a mom and dad too :C :C :C

[oreozfox]

Quick thing I sketched of Weed, Koyuki, and their puppies as they'll appear in my GDWO rewrite. You can see some changes I made design wise, but I'll be sure to talk more about my plot changes once I finally finish the Russian Dogs and Hybrid Bear arc of Rippana Ringo 😩

[inu-jiru]

The first in what may be a series of silly goofy ginga animatics idk I was bored and I like making fun of TLW :smirk:

[inu-jiru]

“You were born in my image. You were destined to rule them all after me. They’re rotten inside, but together, we can keep them in line.”

Gingatober Day 2: Least Favorite Character(s)

You know I had to do it to em >:C Sirius and Weed are my least favorite because they both show why pacifism in the Ginga world is fucking stupid, not to mention how hypocritical they are. You can’t tell me that they aren’t delusional and don’t think that they’re literally God and Jesus as dogs. >:C

[inu-jiru]

Decided to post my GTLW AU fic in honor of that spicy fanart @thedogyeller made 😏 Warning though, this is a very petty story and if you even remotely like Sirius, you should probably not read this lololol

Monsoon was finally dead. The demon’s body lied motionlessly in the shallows, the water surrounding it slowly turning a faint shade of red. The soldiers of Ohu returned to the shore, panting and dripping with sea water. Weary smiles were etched onto their faces as they looked each other over for injuries. The dead had been avenged. Ohu was no longer under the pursuit of a dog-eating psychopath. The war was finally over.

Orion shook out his coat, keeping a tight grip on the scythe he’d used to slit Monsoon’s throat. Though the fighting was over and Akame would, no doubt, come to claim it from him, holding the scythe gave Orion a sense of victory. Most of Monsoon’s blood had been washed away in the sea, but what little remained on the blade, Orion could smell. There was no doubt in his mind; he’d done it. He’d killed the bastard.

“NO!” a shrill yowl suddenly cut through the air. The Ohu Army fell silent, the dogs all turning to look towards the rocky cliffs overlooking the beach. Cross and Sirius had been on these cliffs for the entirety of the battle, Sirius because of the injuries on his back, and Cross because someone needed to keep an eye on him. Before the battle, Sirius had been so weak that he couldn’t stand. Now, he was up on his paws, preparing to jump from the edge of the cliff.

“No, Sirius!” Cross cried out in alarm, leaping forward to grab the young male by the scruff of his neck. Sirius’ eyes, once vacant and lifeless, were now blazing in cold fury. With a growl, he swung his head back, bashing Cross in the chin. Cross staggered back with a yelp. “Why, you…!”

“Don’t touch me!” Sirius snapped at her. His eyes began darting madly, searching for familiar faces in the crowd. “Damn you! Damn you all! It wasn’t supposed to go like this! I was supposed to fix him! I was supposed to love him!”

“Sirius…” murmured Gin, stepping forward. “You need to understand. There was no fixing him. He was a monster and he needed to die for all of our sakes--”

“Shut up!” Frothy saliva was now dripping from the corners of Sirius’ maw. “Just shut up, damn it! You’re all wicked! Every last one of you! Especially…” His icy eyes now fell on Orion. “You.”

Everyone turned to look at Orion. The two brothers had been butting heads for months now, and with the sickle in his possession, an attack from Orion could’ve easily spelled death for Sirius. Orion stared unflinchingly at Sirius, his teeth digging into the sickle’s wooden handle.

“I’m wicked, eh?” Orion finally replied, in a voice that was oddly calm. “Heh...that’s rich coming from the guy in love with a homicidal maniac.”

“He wasn’t like that!” Sirius argued, leaping down onto the sand. Aside from a staggering gait, he seemed to be able to walk perfectly fine. Cross stood at the cliff’s edge, trying once more to reach the blue brindle.

“Please, Sirius,” she called. “You’re not thinking straight! Come back and rest, alright!?”

“He wasn’t like that?” echoed Orion, his eyes widening with disbelief. “Oh, so Lydia, Hiro, Kenshin, Musashi, Jaguar...everyone else who’s dead...that didn’t happen, right? God, you really are delusional, aren’t you?”

“Orion, that’s enough,” Weed finally spoke up. He rushed between his sons, shooting a warning glare at the red male. “Be quiet and let me deal with Sirius.”

“Oh, no, no.” A sly grin stretched across Orion’s muzzle. “I wanna hear how else this idiot tries to excuse Monsoon’s actions. Listen up, everyone! Sirius is gonna tell us how Monsoon is just so sweet and kind and never hurt anyone--”

“Hraaaaah!” Sirius screamed. Without warning, he charged. Weed acted quickly, rearing onto his hind legs and grasping the younger brindle with his forelegs.

“Enough, damnit!” Weed snapped. “Orion isn’t worth it, Sirius! Go back to Cross right now; that’s an order!”

“Stop protecting him, Weed,” said Orion. Weed, taken aback, glanced back at him in surprise.

“What…?”

“Sirius is an adult, and so am I. If he wants to fight…” Orion bowed slightly, his brow furrowing and his lips curling back to show off his fangs. “Then let’s fight.”

“No…” Weed muttered. “No, I can’t allow--” His words fell on deaf ears. Orion had made his decision long ago that Weed was no father of his, back during that winter, when Weed beat his young body against the snow. Now, Orion was disowning a brother. If Sirius loved that bear so much that he’d forsake his own kind, then they could rot in hell together.

With another battle cry, Sirius pushed past his father, advancing towards Orion again. Orion stood where he was, watching, waiting, until Sirius got close enough. When the moment was right, Orion sprang forward, moving to the side just as Sirius tried to bite down on his shoulder. Swinging the scythe, the sharp tip plunged into the blue brindle’s exposed back, tearing into the already damaged flesh.

“Gyaaaaah!” Sirius screamed, arching his back in some hopeless attempt to rid himself of the pain. Fresh blood spurt out onto the sand. Weed looked towards Gin, his ears falling back against his head.

“Father! Stop this! Please, Sirius will die!”

To Weed’s surprise, Gin didn’t move. The old Akita didn’t even respond, instead gazing on at the fight with a expression Weed couldn’t read. None of the Ohu soldiers stepped in, their old smiles being replaced with firm frowns. Others looked away, continuing to tend to their comrades. It seemed everyone felt the same way. There was no point in stopping this fight, not because of Orion’s rage, but because Sirius needed to be stopped. His interfering, his Messiah complex, his self-righteousness...he was a mockery to the name of Ohu, to the name of Riki. If the fool truly believed he was right, then it was certain that his meddling wouldn’t end here, if he didn’t snap and try to kill other members of his family next. Perhaps it was better this way.

Realizing that he was on his own, Weed turned back to the fight, preparing to break it up himself. He only saw a blue blur speeding towards him. With a grunt, Weed was thrown off his paws, falling into a heap of fur as Sirius’ body lay on top of him. A few feet away, Orion stared intensely at his ex-brother and father, leaning down slightly to retrieve the sickle from the ground. He paced, never tearing his gaze from his brother’s body. Sirius struggled to his paws, grunting in pain as his entire back was stained with his blood. Below him, Weed reached up with a paw.

“Sirius…” he whispered. His eyes began to sting with tears. “Don’t...he’ll kill you…”

Anger clutched Orion’s heart like a bear’s claws. Sirius, Sirius, Sirius...Weed didn’t care about anyone except Sirius, did he!?

“Orion needs to be punished, Father,” Sirius responded. His voice was hollow, almost robotic. It was as if the mask of compassion he’d been wearing all this time had finally fallen off. “I’ll be the one to bring peace to this world, but first, I need to kill off this demon.”

“Ha!” Orion scoffed. “Try it then, shithead!”

Sirius charged again, fangs flashing in the moonlight. Orion tossed the sickle into the air, catching it after it flipped over. The tip was now facing upwards. Orion dashed at Sirius with great speed, lowering his head before suddenly swiping it, and the sickle, upwards. The blade impaled Sirius’ lower jaw and tongue, not unlike Monsoon’s claw when it had impaled poor Bob’s mouth months back. The mongrel in question perked as he the reference.

“Yeah!” Bob cheered, a wave of catharsis washing over him. “How do you like it, Sirius!?”

By now, Weed had gotten back to his paws. He turned towards Orion just in time to see the male hoisting Sirius into the air by the jaw, ignoring his whines of agony as he began slamming into the ground again, and again, and again, painting the sand crimson. Weed rushed at Orion with a fierce yell, only to receive another blow from Sirius’ body that sent him flying a few feet away.

Orion then flung Sirius upward, allowing his jaw to slip off of the scythe’s blade. Sirius flew high into the air as blood rained down from his body. Tossing the scythe aside, Orion jumped up after his brother, his body spinning into a Battouga. Everyone watched with bated breath as the disk of fur almost seemed to phase through Sirius’ falling body. Suddenly, Sirius’ body split vertically down the middle, and the two halves fell into the sand, gushing blood. There was silence.

The traitor was dead.

Orion landed on his paws near the two bloody halves, panting heavily. He looked down at Sirius’ remains, scowling contemptuously.

“Rot in hell, you worthless sack of shit.”

[inu-jiru]

Warning: This is fucking cursed and I wrote this as a joke. Plz don’t read this if you don’t like nsfw content 😩

Sirius and Monsoon lied together on top of a snow-covered cliff, overlooking the land the demon had claimed as his own. About a week had passed since Sirius’ exile from Ohu, and Monsoon had been kind enough to allow the Akita mix to stay with him. Monsoon wasn’t sure why exactly; he’d made it clear several times prior that Sirius was nothing more than a walking meal to him. And yet, here he was, allowing the dog to rest against him without a care in the world. Monsoon grunted as he felt Sirius snuggling against him. He looked down, flicking an ear in slight curiosity.

“What are you doing?” Monsoon growled.

“Getting comfortable,” replied Sirius in a matter-of-fact tone. He didn’t even bother to look up as he responded. Cheeky thing, Monsoon thought. “It’s cold out here without a pack.”

“And who’s fault is that?” The demon snorted, two clouds of smoke bursting from his nostrils.

“Ohu’s.” The reply was quick, and had a sharpness that caught Monsoon off-guard momentarily. “They’re the ones who won’t change for the better.”

“Mmph. No one asked you to stick up for me. I don’t give a damn about you or any of those dogs.”

“You say that, and yet…” Sirius finally looked up at Monsoon, his half-lidded eyes shimmering coyly. Monsoon’s ear perked, waiting for the dog to continue. Sirius remained silent, continuing to rub his head against Monsoon’s fur. Though the brindle was much smaller, Monsoon could feel his touch. The demon’s maw fell open slightly, sighing.

“Unh…” an involuntary gasp escaped Monsoon’s lips as he felt something warm and wet. Sirius’ tongue...the dog was licking him. The bear couldn’t explain it, but it felt nice. “Sirius...what are you…?”

“If you didn’t care about me, you wouldn’t let me do this,” Sirius cooed between licks. His ears would twitch at every gasp and grunt Monsoon would make at his actions. A smirk tugged at Sirius’ lips. There was nothing more satisfying than making his supposed enemies moan.

“That mouth…” Monsoon panted, squirming as he felt a strong, tingling sensation between his legs. “You love to tease me with that mouth, don’t you…?”

“In more ways than one,” Sirius whispered. His voice seemed to have gotten lower. Monsoon felt a shiver run down his spine. “You know...I asked Bob about how he’d make you happy. He told me about the things you’d make him do to you. He said that he hated every minute of it, the coward. I bet he wouldn’t say that to your face.”

“You’re right…heh…” The bear groaned. “Bob did a shitty job anyway. All that crying and blubbering would kill my erection.”

“Let’s see how much better I can do.” Sirius poked at Monsoon’s side. “Come on. On your back.”

Monsoon didn’t need to be told twice. Slowly, he rolled over, continuing to pant as he stretched out onto his back. His hind legs splayed out, giving his throbbing cock plenty of room. Being as big as he was, his cock was absolutely enormous, both tall and girthy. It was almost like a small, branchless tree. Sirius walked around Monsoon’s body, never taking his eyes off the erection as he approached it. He didn’t even notice that drool was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He’d never wanted something so badly. He had to take Monsoon’s cock.

Without a word, Sirius leapt up Monsoon’s body, using his powerful bearhound legs to reach the tip of the erection. The head was so wide that Sirius could easily lie on it without much trouble. Monsoon breathed in sharply, pre-cum already beginning to trickle just at the feeling of Sirius’ soft paws. Licking his lips, Sirius bent down, lapping away at the pre-cum.

“Ah…!” Monsoon cried out, throwing his head back against the snow. “Fuck…! Sirius!”

Sirius’ tail wagged at the demon’s moans and whines. After cleaning up the pre-cum, he began running his tongue along the sensitive skin of Monsoon’s cock head. The bear bucked his hips, squeezing out more pre-cum into Sirius’ face and mouth. Sexual breathings filled the air as the brindle continued orally stimulating his new lover. After a few minutes, Sirius sat up. His head, neck, chest, and back were slick with Monsoon’s fluids.

“Why...did you...stop…?” whimpered Monsoon. His hips continued thrusting in his desire for more pleasure.

“I want your cum inside me, Monsoon,” cooed Sirius.

“E-Eh…? But how…? I’d rip you apart…”

“You’ll see.”

Sirius sat up, positioning himself in a squatting position. He began rubbing his asshole along Monsoon’s cock head, the pre-cum squishing as it slid into his eager hole. He began bouncing his ass up and down, teasing the head and driving the bear into a fit of moans again. While it wasn’t exactly penetration, the fact that Sirius was willingly pleasing him turned Monsoon on immensely. Sirius’ own balls would smack against the cock head, adding more contact and sending an extra surge of pleasure into the brindle’s body. Sexual breathings became a chorus of begs, roars, and snarls.

Finally, after a good 45 minutes or so of non-stop stimulation, Monsoon began to feel the telltale ache in his balls that he was going to cum.

“Sirius…!” gasped Monsoon. He lifted his head, gazing up at the dog with a wide eye. “I’m going to--!”

“In me, Monsoon!” Sirius ordered frantically. “I want it all in me! Every last drop!”

“Ah! Sirius…! Siri-UGH! UNH!”

Monsoon arched his back. A wave of cum erupted from his cock, not only filling Sirius’ asshole, but splattering all over the dog’s body, as well as his own. Sirius howled out as he, too, came. His significantly smaller load mingled with Monsoon’s, a symbol of their unity. The Akita mix teetered off Monsoon’s cock, falling onto the bear’s belly. A silence rang out over the forest as the pair lied together, catching their breath. The deed was done.

Sirius had tamed the demon.

[inu-jiru]

Ginga: Hoshi no Senso PG 2

[theluckystarfish]

1 Sister, 3 brothers

I couldn't not just leave her brothers out^^ I had to make them as well and all turned out very good