God the fact that I made this tumblr account after I wrote some depressing shit about the o'hands brothers means I haven't been mentally ill about them here.
Here you go guys. Go and enjoy their suffering <3
also this is pretty dead dove: do not eat, they are very fucked. As someone on the server said: the more fucked up the heacanons, the more lore accurate they are.
I didn't write incest tho, so none of that shit. I specifically wrote it so it isn't actually incest. they don't know what the word lover even means
I'm only remembering this, because I am drawing them again and the drawing makes no sense without this background kinda…
master list | NSFW 18+ dark, perverted, predatory cock.
Did you really think Joel just happened to see you and say something that first night? Nah, he saw you as soon as you moved in. It’s not a coincidence his yard is so dark. He doesn’t even have light bulbs screwed in outside, and he has hedges in front of his porch railings.
When he saw you take your first walk, he was hooked. He started watching from afar, first from inside his house. You'd stroll by and he’d spend the next few minutes with his hand wrapped around his cock, fantasizing about what he could do to you, what you smelled like, what your pussy tasted like, how bad he'd make you want it.
And when that wasn’t enough, he started sitting out on the porch. He’d wait to get a really good look at you, then take out his aching hard-on right after you walked by. He would jerk off to the swing of your hips walking away, picturing the shape of your nipples, feeling the sticky skin of your neck against his lips, imagining the curl of your toes as you squirm under him. When you started lighting up, you made it far too easy for him to imagine your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock.
He imagined snatching you right off the street. Creeping up behind you, clamping his hand down over your mouth, your humid breath on his palm as you try to yell. All his lifting would pay off when he wrapped his strong arm around your waist and wrangled you into his basement as you struggled futilely, not yet aware of how bad you needed his cock.
When the timing of your walks became more predictable, he’d get started before you walked by and time it so he would finish to the sight of you. You couldn’t hear the faint squish of his hand around his shaft over the sound of your shoes on the pavement, but he’s still not sure how you didn’t hear him panting. You must have at some point. There was a time he grunted softly as he came, and you looked around but didn’t see anyone. The fact that you looked for him made him come even harder. Deep down, you knew what you heard, and you liked it.
Soon, watching you wasn’t enough - and he always knew it wouldn't be. Next, he needed to hear the sound of your voice. That’s when he finally said something. What you didn't know was that his tan, veiny hand was wrapped around his stiff cock at that moment, and when he said "that smells good," he wasn't just talking about your weed. He was thinking about his head between your legs.
You’re not his first victim, and maybe, not his last. He’s an absolute menace.
Like. Darker than is typical for this comic. This post is me having a serious discussion about Crown of Roses, but I do occasionally mention- very vaguely- real life instances. A trigger warning here for pretty much everything.
I’ve mentioned this once or twice before, or at least alluded to it, but man. I was originally going to have Suave somehow be much worse than he is now. Towards two characters specifically.
I toyed, for a bit, with the idea of Suave having sexually abused Jessica during their marriage, further explaining why she’s so odd and broken later in her life. I decided against really confirming things either way on this, mostly because it’s such a delicate topic. It’s one that, if I ever (unlikely) decided to explore it, would never be stated explicitly and I would need to make so, so certain I didn’t mess up with. It also just felt too shock-value-y to include. I’m, of course, happy to include dark subject matter in my work- chapter nine exists for a reason, and things get pretty crazy after the revolution here- but those dark topics are very different for two specific reasons.
1. I have dealt with suicidal ideation, mental health issues, etc. I have never attempted, but I have- in the past- come as close as one can come to attempting without truly doing it. It’s a topic I’m okay with messing up, because I’m the target demographic I’d need to worry about offending. Chapter nine was originally a vent piece I did for myself that I decided I would make into a true chapter.
2. Cannibalism, violence, etc. are all either already very prominent in fiction, or are very rare occurrences in the case of the former. You do not meet victims of cannibalism, you do meet victims of assault. You’d be hard-pressed to find a work of fiction that doesn’t include violence, because it’s just generally accepted in media. And violence is already present in my source material.
I’ll be honest, one of my dreams is to one day come across a YouTube video going over Crown of Roses. Like…a deep dive, or a summary video, or something like that. I love watching those videos, and I’d love to be in one someday. And, in the .0001% chance I ever am, I would rather be known at worst as the person who included cannibalism and such for shock value in my fanfiction instead of the person who included SA for shock value in my fanfiction. (I would argue that neither topic WOULD have been used for shock value, I like to believe I write things with a purpose, but still).
It also just…didn’t feel necessary. Jessica is already dead, so it couldn’t serve a character arc unless I proceeded with my ideas for a prequel comic, and even then- it just wasn’t something I felt I had the authority to touch on. I do not have any IRLs or even people I’m acquainted with that I know have dealt with that.
And as much as I’m trying to tell a genuine story with this AU, I do have to keep in mind the original work this is all based around- and so it felt insensitive to include something like that. The Henry Stickmin games, which I do love, are memes when it boils down to it. And this topic is not anything of the sort.
And? The topic wasn’t necessary. Suave’s actions speak for himself. He didn’t need another crime to be added to the list. Assault is often used as a shorthand way of making the audience hate a villain, and that wasn’t necessary.
I also, very, very briefly, toyed with the idea of him doing the same to Sven (there is one panel in chapter four where Suave is a little too friendly with Sven and grabs his chin or something? I think that was a very subtle instance of me toying with the idea of some sort of awful abuse going on there, but I shut that down really quick- again, for the reasons above. I think Suave’s mood swings and manipulation were also meant to potentially foreshadow.)
Also, considering (at least at the time) the comic revolved solely around straight couples, it felt really really bad to put ASSULT in the comic as the only instance of anything even close to a non-straight “pairing” (which it would not have been, clearly- abuse is not romance, but I don’t know how else to word it). At the time of me starting the comic, I had some views I no longer agree with (I was raised not hatefully, but I was raised with views on queerness that I don’t agree with anymore and have been working hard to undo, especially with my therapist) but even then, I didn’t want the only representation of that to be sexual abuse. It felt wrong.
Is this a solid “no, these things never happened”? No. I’m just not touching the topics in my comic. I think dark topics can and should be explored in fiction, and I support people doing what they want with theories and headcanons and whatnot, as long as it’s done earnestly. Needless to say if I ever included these topics, I never wanted to ever romanticize them (or be at all explicit with them). If it’s as a coping mechanism, or a character exploration, or because it resonates with you, I don’t really have boundaries as far as dark topics (again, when handled genuinely) and how my comic is interpreted. I also don’t have an issue with fans exploring dark topics using media that would never, ever touch said dark topics. But I wanted to analyze my intended purpose if I did decide to write these topics, and they just…weren’t necessary.
TLDR: Assult was a topic that was considered to be touched on in Crown of Roses, but I decided against it for various reasons. The reader can interpret these relationships as they’d like, and they are topics I am willing to discuss- just things I’ve decided against writing myself due to the comic’s tone, source material, etc.
speaking of cannibalism, you think if any human decided to eat the eldritch personifications, they’d get poisoned. flesh of the country seems inherently dangerous idk
Yeah this blog does not endorse cannibalism in a historic, fantastical or any other context 😂. And personally, I don't dwell on it and I keep their death cycles to about 6 hours (the max before rigour mortis sets in) or less before revival to prevent that.
More serial killer Bucky I guess. 😒 Tw: blood and gore and self harm and depression and suicidal thoughts and beloveds this man is a serial killer. This is past revenge he gets too much pleasure out of it. He chooses not to hurt Tony much but that’s an exception not the rule. He once tried to strangle Steve for getting in his way and Steve almost broke his neck in response these men went to sleep and woke up WRONG. They are not nice people.
Also I’m saying this so no one gets on my ass: The illnesses Bucky mentions are in quotations because until he actually researches them, Bucky thinks they’re fake. They didn’t have that shit back before he fell from the train and he is ASTOUNDED to know that he and Steve probably have some form of PTSD. But that’s future Bucky’s problem. He’s got Hydra to kill.
Watch out for under the cut.
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“You need to go check on Tony,” Steve says. “I’ve got too many enemies on my tail. I can’t go. He’s not answering his phone.”
Bucky takes a deep breath and lets it back out. “I’m on my own job.”
“He’s not answering his phone and I can’t get to him,” Steve says flatly. “If he’s dead when I get back, that’s your fucking problem.” He hangs up before Bucky can say anything in response. The dial tone sounds judgmental.
Bucky looks at his phone for a moment, sighing, then crushes the Hydra goon’s throat in his metal fist, not caring about the blood splattering over him. He would have preferred to draw it out, but he hadn’t started his homicidal bender just to watch the kid who got him out of it die. His phone rings again. He answers it.
“I told him you killed his parents, by the way,” Steve says, voice clipped. “So he might try to shoot you. I don’t know,” he adds, sounding frustrated. “He might hand the gun to you to finish the job, too. He’s taking this medicine. I think sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn’t.” He sighs angrily. “I kinda thought they’d be able to fix this by now. The human body is a mistake. Have you heard of AIM?”
"No," Bucky says simply. He’s been hyper-focused on Hydra.
“Fucking piece of shit future things were supposed to be better without me--” Steve says, and then there’s the sound of shooting, and then he hangs up again.
Bucky considers looking into AIM, then decides he can deal with them if and when he runs out of Nazis to kill.
Tony’s front door is unlocked. It irritates him. Most people are scared off by locked doors, go looking for easier targets then. A locked door would at least buy someone time to protect themselves if the invader was intent on getting in.
“Are you here to kill me?” Tony asks where he’s sprawled out on the couch. “Finish the Stark family off forever?” His head lolls forward, and he blinks at him slowly, bruises under his eyes, greasy hair sticking to his damp forehead.
Bucky walks over to grab him by the front of the shirt with his metal hand. Tony doesn’t stand up when he tugs on it, so he shrugs, dragging him over to where he assumes the bedroom is. That seems to warrant a reaction, apparently, because he scrabbles uselessly with his grip. He makes his way through the bedroom to the bathroom.
“What is this?” Tony finally asks. “Is this a prosthetic? Why is it made out of metal?”
“To torture me,” Bucky answers. It could be a joke. It mostly isn’t. He opens the shower door and thrusts Tony inside. He means to draw his hand back, but Tony had a grip on him, so he slides a few inches before Bucky stops. “You’re gross.”
“It’s not gonna kill me to stay gross a little longer,” Tony huffs, twisting his arm this way and that. “This is sloppy. They really were trying to torture you, huh?”
“Chronic pain makes you tired. When you’re tired, you’re easy to control,” Bucky says. He sounds like he’s repeating it. He doesn’t know where he’s heard it before. One of the Hydra scientists, probably. It makes sense.
Tony’s face twitches, but whatever was there, it’s gone before Bucky can parse it. “I could do better,” he says, wrinkling his nose in disdain.
“You can’t even bathe yourself regularly,” Bucky says flatly. “Melding metal with a nervous system? Please.”
Tony jerks his head up to glare at him, and it’s the most emotion he’s seen on his face. “Oh yeah? Fucking watch me.”
He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it at him, and Bucky ducks on instinct. He stoops to pick it up and wonders why, remembers someone yelling at a bunch of little girls to pick their clothes up after they bathe. It sounds like his voice, maybe. He decides not to think about it. It wouldn’t help. He takes a moment to examine Tony’s arms. All he sees is the faded pink lines, he notices with approval. The scars will probably always be visible, but at least it doesn’t look like he’s got any new marks.
Tony throws his pants at him. He catches them and can’t help but think he aimed them at his head on purpose. His aim isn’t very good. But then, his everything isn’t very good right now. His ribs are too visible. He could use a few good meals.
Tony shoves his boxers down, and Bucky can’t help the noise he makes when he sees the wounds inside of his thighs. Razor marks in two rows from mid thigh up to the crease almost up to where thigh met pelvis.
Bucky has his flesh hand around Tony’s throat before he even realizes, shoving him up against the tiles with a snarl. He feels Tony’s throat work beneath his hand, but there’s no pleasure in it--there’s no fear in Tony’s wide eyes, no anxiety. He doesn’t even struggle. Bucky drops him, disgusted, and Tony drops to the floor with a gasp as he spits, “You’d be happy if I killed you, wouldn’t you?”
Tony clutches at his throat, as he continues sucking in air, but he doesn’t answer, staring up at him from under his lashes with what might be disappointment, if Bucky was generous, except that he mostly looks like he feels nothing at all.
It’s wrong. People shouldn’t want to... What had Steve said? Medicine. Tony was sick. Something was making him feel like this.
“Shower,” Bucky tells him sharply, catches sight of the razor on the shower shelf, and reaches in to snatch it.
Tony looks like he wants to complain, but thinks better of it in response to Bucky’s sharp glare.
Bucky waits for the shower to start before he goes through the bathroom cupboards and drawers, then out into the bedroom. He finds a couple more razors. Takes those too. Finds a couple orange bottles and examines them. Googles the names to figure out what they are. Doesn’t understand any of the words, really.
“What’s serotonin?” Bucky asks when Tony comes out of the bathroom, and Tony lets out a startled bark of laughter. “They didn’t have that when I was in the army,” he continues defensively, and Tony laughs harder.
Tony gets dressed, and Bucky googles what the fuck a dopamine is. Doesn’t care that Tony’s getting close until his hands are on his metal wrist. “This really is garbage,” he huffs, unimpressed. “I know I could do better.”
“I won’t hold my breath,” Bucky says flatly. “You’re still trying to die. You don’t even lock your door.” He slants Tony a sharp look. “Is that because you’re hoping someone will come in and hurt you?”
“Maybe, but so far it’s just been your contrarian ass,” Tony grumbles. “Saved my life twice even though you regularly kill people. Even my own parents. So unfair.”
Bucky turns his judgmental slant to a full-on glare, outraged. Tony doesn’t even notice, making him turn his arm so he can examine the elbow joints in motion. “Do you have any self-preservation in that emaciated body of yours?”
“Celebrities are supposed to be thin,” Tony scoffs.
“I don’t know what that means,” Bucky tells him, unimpressed, and then jerks his arm free and stands. “Answer your fucking phone.”
“I was mugged,” Tony says with a blase shrug, and then snaps, “Don’t fucking choke me if you’re not gonna finish the job,” when Bucky reaches out for him again.
Bucky pauses to consider this. Maybe a good slap would help?
Tony tips his head back to look up at him, purring, “Or unless you’re gonna finish the job, if you know what I mean. I like when my daddy chokes me while I’m riding him.”
“Gross. I knew your dad,” Bucky says. Remembers the way Howard looked up at him, blood dripping down his face, and asked, “Sergeant Barnes?” before he beat him to death. “Don’t call me that. You’re twelve.”
“I’m twenty-two,” Tony exclaims, offended.
It's the most emotion Bucky has seen on him, even more than in the bathroom. “Answer your fucking phone,” he says, instead of ‘sounds fake’ or ‘no way.’ “I had to leave in the middle of a job. If I have to do that again, I’ll be very angry.”
“I don’t fucking care,” Tony says, and Bucky has to credit him for being honest.
“Maybe you can fix my arm,” Bucky says, instead of telling him he’s annoying. “If you live long enough.”
Tony’s eyes immediately go to his arm again. Speculative. Interested.
Bucky leaves. Takes a few days to do a deep dive on “depression” and “bipolar” and “anxiety” and wonders when they started existing outside of shell shock, except apparently that isn’t a thing anymore. Takes another few days to research the medication he’d found and texts Steve that he doesn’t think what Tony’s taking is helpful. Suggests different options.
The only response he gets is “why is Tony taking my blood????” and “WHY IS TONY DRAWING ARMS??????? ARE YOU GETTING A NEW ARM????? I’m gonna tell him to put a smiley face on where the star is now.”
