#punchrabbit

[tybaltville]

hi guys guess who read a fic and has another guest ship (i dont know why i gave him a mustache just fw it for now)

guestioso guys (or armyrabbit? punchmafia? Idk)

[bukbot]

punchrabbit: May someone always be stranded somewhere.

picdescbot: Not fun bukbot, stay as a single word of the free development of AI.

punchrabbit: No one should never be attempted by anyone but a relic of crudity like the little puffy chicks and roosters?

picdescbot: PUT.

punchrabbit: Houses late at night?

picdescbot: Wohin bringen Sie mich in Ruhe.

[vialism]

So to keep it short, I thought trench would be about hope and healing because the yellow and I am currently trying to heal but I've been (mentally)sick for a long time. I was afraid the boys would come back and be like "we're all better now!" And I'd be left behind. But they didn't leave us behind. Because Trench isn't about arriving at an answer it's about nonlinear progress, it's about existing between two places. It's about survival in the in-between; belief and unbelief, hope and despair.

Absolutely. This is so Important and I am also extremely glad that they built the universe the way they did, and ended the album the way they did. It leaves us all with somewhere to go. Trench allows us so much hope and comfort in situations of relapse, setbacks, loneliness, etc… 

…this album isn’t an answer, it’s a map that leads us to the right questions. 

[tybaltville]

when you wanna appear intimidating but bae pulls up so you gotta lock in and listen to his life-changing words

my mafia! au vers of guest (yes i gave him longer + poofier hair; also this is a poorly sketched doodle of mafia! guest's milestone 4 look ineed to lock in and make it better but thats neither here nor there) x mafioso :tongue out emoji: :cash emoji:

uhhh do we fw it heavy chat

[tybaltville]

who here thinks about an au where guest and mafioso spar, as guest became one of mafioso's right hand men, and mafioso puts guest in a headlock and whispers in his ear "You've gotten sloppy, soldato." (soldier) and guest, struggling in his grip, blushes and emits a grunt. He tries to speak, claws at Mafioso's elbow, but his gasps for air come to a halt as Mafioso tightens his grip. "Maybe I should end it here? I think you're gettin' tired..." "S-shut up, 'm jus' gettin' started-ACK-" Guest falls down on his knees, panting, and yelped as a sting of pain surged through his head, feeling Mafioso grab his hair and pull him backwards. "Shut up? Oh doll, ricorda con chi stai parlando (remember who you're talking to)", Mafioso softly warned him, knowing all Guest would feel is slight intimidation, but mostly warmth. "Now get up, and focus, unless you need a reminder of who you're doing this for." Guest heaved and looked up at Mafioso with a mixture of determination, and a feeling he wouldn't consider naming, "I won't stop until you're on the ground, Don." "Atta boy, there's the fight in ya."

yeah so uhhhhhh who thinks about that (raises my hand)

also mafioso calls 1337 "soldato" for either two reasons: A: Guest 1337 joined the mafia after the war, maybe something went wrong in his life? B: Guest 1337 joined the Sonnellios at a young age after all the guest discrimination, but he works as hard as a soldier in war

ALSO:

this was inspired by this video i saw https://www.tiktok.com/@malq.2/video/7510421358153567495?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7452269272665556526pun

[tybaltville]

TW SUGGESTIVE PROBABLY

everything i make makes sense and then it makes dollars

[tybaltville]

anything can be about your AU if you are tired enough

im going to sleep goodnight

EDIT: I drew this around 2 or 3 am bear with me

[tybaltville]

Guest tells Mafioso to rest now guess where I lost the plot (MINORLY SUGGESTIVE)

guest who takes control more x mafioso whos genuinely suprised

mafioso who's tired and guest notices and enters mafioso's office "soldato, came t'wish me good night? ain'cha a lil' sweethea-" "I'm not here to wish you good night, Don. Not exactly, anyways." "Hm? What is it, then?" Mafioso stood from his desk, his eyes glowing with a tint of red, a shift from his usual black. "Someone in our casino cheated? Stole something?" "I would've handled them, Don." "I don't see you coming in for anything else, then....unless..." Mafioso walked from his desk, and circled around Guest, eyes gleaming with mischief. It was a predator eyeing their prey, and the prey wasn't about to be eaten tonight.

"You missed me, dollface? Got a little lonely?" He purred from behind Guest, as his gloved hand grabbed Guest's jaw, and tilted it up. Guest's face heated, and he heaved. "Cute", he thought, until Guest broke out of his (gentle) grasp. "Enough, Don." He pushed against Mafioso's chest, stunning Mafioso. "I came here to make sure you're rested well." Mafioso stared at Guest, snickered, then erupted in laughter. "HHA-HAHHA-KKRSHH-HA! YOU'RE SERIOUS, EH?" "You think I'm one to joke?" "IF THIS IS ONE, THEN YES!" "...It isn't that funny, Sonnellino." Mafioso chuckled softly, before his demeanor shifted to something a little more "intimidating". Well, to most people, not to Guest. Not this time, anyways. "Sonnellino? It's Don, to you." "Not tonight, Sonnellino." The blue haired man walked up to Mafioso, his hand sliding up Mafioso's chest, before pulling him by grabbing his tie. "See, I know you've always gotta overwork yourself, don't you, Sonnellino?" Guest's other hand caresses Mafioso's face, his thumb swipes over his lips, and scratches Mafioso's ears, making the Don groan softly in response. "Can't even relax for a moment, stubborn bastard." "Mmh-ah-a little mmhh..rough?" "You can take it, can't you, little rabbit?" Little rabbit? What the hell was going on with Guest? He wasn't gonna question it, well, maybe later, it felt good right now. "Answer me, Sonnellino." Guest's hand tugged on Mafioso's ear with a sick, slightly twisted smile. God, it felt good to take the ropes. "AGH- YES- yes, 'can take it." "There we go", Mafioso's ear twitched in Guest's grip, before Guest rubbed it softly, soothing the sting, "You don't wanna have me repeat myself, do you?" "......no.." "There we go, you'll listen to me?" ".....mhh." "Yes, or no." "....fine." Guest hummed contently, and scratched under Mafioso's chin, making Mafioso sigh and unwind slightly. "There's my sweet bunny. Now, here's what we'll do", Guest's voice lowered, and tugged Mafioso's tie down, forcing Mafioso on his knees. "You'll rest tonight, you won't work, you won't be at the casino, you won't stay up." "....actin' like I'm a jackass." "Your words not mine." "bastardo."

Guest's expression stayed stoic and cold, while Mafioso had a shit-eating grin. Guest let go of Mafioso's tie, and tugged on his hair harshly, Mafioso's eyes flashing red in pain, but quickly turning back to black as he looked up at Guest's piercing eyes. "Don't piss me off, Sonnellino."

"....yes sir...." Mafioso's face warmed up and stared at the floor. "I didn't tell you to look away from me." "You didn't tell me to look at you, sir."

uhhh some hours later and mafioso sleeps at a reasonable time i got nothing else :wilted_rose: