Obediance is Key.

Evening. I'm Bro Strider and I am most likely the best thing that will ever happen to you, if you behave. M!A: None Perma!Anon: Crow wings&Insticts (( Dominationstuck Bro blog, all art is not mine unless stated other wise. This blog will be extremely NSFW.)) [[Written by James]]

[unyielding-taskmaster]

There is a gift for you! It seems to be a sweater. It is red and it says "Package down under" with an arrow pointing down in the front. There is also another little gift! It's a picture. It's a rather...lewd picture. Perfectly framed picture of Des in lingerie. There is also a note. "I didn't know what else to get you but I thought of you when I got this. Happy holidays. Come visit me. - Des "

> He glances at the package that appears, wrapped with a bow and card taped to the top. Blinking he smiles a bit and picks it up. That’s nice. He’s impatient but he’ll wait until Christmas to open properly. He places the wrapped gift under the small tree set on a table in the living room.

[unyielding-taskmaster]

[unyielding-taskmaster]

Family visits.

After everything that had happened, after getting thrown out of the midnight manor for beating one of the slaves unconscious Zack took off. First into the skies, which wasn’t a smart idea, but he powered through the rippling pain that ached his wings and back. His flight wasn’t graceful or pretty, and he kept dipping in altitude a few times. But he didn’t stop until he was as far away from the manor as possible. His teeth chattering, eyes stinging, skin prickled from the cold.

He lands and almost automatically sneezes a couple times and shivers, but he ignores it. From there he walks, he doesn’t know how far, but he walks all the way until he reaches a town. He finds some place to at least warm up his hands so he could unlock his phone and call for a ride.

It takes him a while to get home. Nugget and Crovi are immediately happy to see him, though become concerned when he doesn’t react. Nugget grabs a blanket and wraps it around the blond as he shuffles by, worried about his owner as he just sits on the couch. The Pokemon shuffles into the kitchen and before Zack knows it, he has a cup of black coffee in his hands. Surprised, the blond looks up and blinks at the Blaziken.

“Thanks.”

The next morning, Zack got up, called his son and told him that he was coming over. David stammered on the other line, looking around his messy apartment and grumbled at his dad. When asked why the sudden want for a visit, Zack told him that he would explain when he got there. David wanted to complain but he dropped it, his pops sounded tired so he figured it wasn’t worth it. He warned him about the mess but said he would see him soon.

The visit was a lot more emotional than Zack intended it to be, but the moment he had gotten the boy into his arms he started crying. He couldn’t imagine what his life would have been like if he lost David, he would never be able to even try to understand how Des must be feeling losing his older Brother like he did. Even the idea had sent Zack running to visit his (not so) little boy just to hug him. Sure he had called him and left him a voicemail a few nights previous but it just wasn’t enough for his old mind.

So Zack spent all of that Monday with his son, watching him do his work, making him food like he used to and having a nice, heartachingly good, time together. Even if David was still confused, after all the explanations.

[unyielding-taskmaster]

Justice? Maybe not...

With Dirk finally in place, unable to dodge or avoid his attacks Zack finally landed the punch he had been aiming for so badly. He hadn’t legitly fought someone out of anger for so long that it was almost a small spike of adrenaline as his fist connected with others face. 

For everything that had happened, for all Des had gone through, this was all for him. Zack knew it wasn’t what Des wanted, but it’s what he thought would work best. Striders were known to be stubborn and they can either talk shit out and be emotional dweebs, or they have to fight it out to get the message through. And Zack had tried to talk to him, sure he was aggressive but Dirk didn’t step up and pull through, so it had come to this. A second punch landed, a soft grunt wheezed from the blond below as he flinched and took the hit. 

Zack was shaking by now, angry, disappointed, vengeful, and sad as the lip split beneath his scaled knuckles, blood smearing over the greyish stained tanned skin. He just couldn’t wrap it around his head why Dirk was so adamant about Des being better off without him and it hurt. Especially last night. Memories of holding Des back from the fire damaged home as he screamed for his brother, crying that he couldn’t leave him, that he needed him. It had sent shockwaves emotions through Zack as he had held the screaming boy. And after all that, when he realized that his Bro was no longer there, that he wasn’t coming out of the destroyed house, Des broke down. Shaking and in tears, calling out instead for Dirk. 

He pulled back into the present after his third strike rang true, catching him on the left side of the face for the second time. Emotions twisted Zacks' gut and he felt disgusted, with the whole situation not just what was going on. He hated that it came to this, he hated fighting between family members. He might end up taking off for a bit after this, as long as Des was in good hands, to go spend time with his son. 

With tears in his eyes and expression a mix of anger and despair, Zack reared back for another punch, but thankfully the guards had finally stepped in. He struggled as he was pulled off, someone grabbed him by the elbow, another by his other arm as he was pulled off of the blond who was just laying on the floor. A series of squawking distressed noises spewed forth before Zack finally found his voice. “What’d we fucking learn??!” He snarled as he was heaved back towards the exit of the Hold. “Fucking fix this! Your only Brother needs you, fucking do something!!”

And with that, he was gone. Removed forcefully from the building.

[unyielding-taskmaster]

1 does not make a murder

[unyielding-taskmaster]

heartbxund:

==> His mind is screaming at him to step forward, to make sure Bro doesn’t have a chance to get up and retaliate. If he did, the fight was as good as over. There’s no way Dirk could possibly go against his brother’s law. There was no way he wouldn’t get what he deserved in due time.

After all, he’d disobeyed an order. He would be punished for his insolence. 

He wants to move but he’s frozen in place. He barely registers Zack’s leverage. In a flurry of black feathers his opponent launches himself from the wreckage and knocks the breath from Dirk’s lungs. His feet are swept from beneath him. His head connects with the lounge floor, shades skittering across the room elsewhere as he tries to will the stars from his vision. Bro is near face to face with Dirk. He’s quick to shove him aside but the stars are making it difficult to concentrate. His hand slips against an arm and he brings up a knee to connect with whatever’s in range, hoping that somehow he’d connect with Bro’s gut.

Landing again on the floor, both of them wheeze and Dirk’s head cracks against the floor as Zack continues to move. He shifts, watching as shades went flying and Dirk tried to react behind the stary vision, his hand sliding off one of Zack’s arm while he attempted to kick out at him. The knee grazes passed his side and Zack moves to pin him. Hands snatch one wrist and pins it out of the way, while the other reels back again, hoping this time, being so close it would hit true.

Once positioned properly, his wings flared, stretching out painfully as more feathers littered the floor around them, but all six feet of wingspan flared angerly above the pissed blond. The boy was gonna learn today. Zack didn’t want for it to happen like this of course, but things just built up way too quickly. Last night was the last straw. The things he had done for Des were not for to have been doing. Dirk should have been there to take care of him, especially with such a harsh loss. He didn’t care if Dirk didn’t like his older brother, the one who passed in the fire, but he should have been there for Des. But he never showed up and that's what pissed him off even more.

[unyielding-taskmaster]

1 does not make a murder

[heartbxund]

unyielding-taskmaster:

When the two of them were getting ready to leave, Zack made sure to shake hands with the large troll. Both thanking him for watching over Des and apologizing for the issues that had happened over the course of the cycle. He stood back and watched Des give his own goodbyes as well before the both of them made their way back to Midnight Manor. 

Upon arriving Zack was hardly surprised as Eve practically threw herself at Des who was caught off guard a little by the sudden attention. He watched as the younger Strider was then distracted by a rather cute girl who also jumped him, before turning to wrap the sheep troll in a hug of his own and press a few kisses to her cheeks. It was a cute little moment and it did the both of them some good, but sadly all good things are short-lived since Life was notorious for being a bitch.

Shortly after the greetings had happened, while Jade and Des were being cute with their first meeting, something caught the Crow’s attention out of his peripheral. Wings haunched almost instantly above his head, fluffing up at the snap of disgust and anger spiked. One moment he was standing by Eve’s side, and with a small shift, the blond birdman was gone in the blink of an eye. Suddenly he reappeared, across the lounge and before the guards had time to react, he pulled back a tightly curled fist and launched it right for the apathetic pair of shades.

@heartbxund 

==> You should have known it was a bad idea to wander outside your cell. You should have known that, among the sea of eyes boring into your body there was one more ready to throw hands at the first opportunity. And still your expression shows nothing but a mild shock beyond your shades as your body moves on it’s own, well adapted to the feeling of someone’s presence flash-stepping behind you spontaneously.

Your body turns effortlessly until you’re eye to eye with your attacker. Your heart nearly stops at the familiar features of the one before you. In your state you can see the spitting image of your deceased older brother.

It’s Bro. He’s come back. 

After so long in apathy your anger flares up from deep inside your core. How dare he. How dare he be the cause of all this! How DARE he use him–use DES–as a tool for his own convenience?!

You take the extended arm meant to connect with your face with both hands. With your feet planted and a great twist of your body your opponent is flying over your shoulder, slamming down harshly against a lounge table.

You bare your teeth at the sight before you. Pathetic.

[unyielding-taskmaster]

He was expecting a reaction, as much as he despised Dirk currently he could not deny that he was skilled, with how much Des and he used to talk about spars and fighting each other. However, Zack was not expecting to be thrown. Dirk never gave off the impression that he had strength behind his speed so the crow was caught off guard as his arm was captured he was sent over the shoulder into a table. Somewhere in the background, he doesn’t recognize who, but someone said something about garbage.

Contact was rough on his wings, sending a spike of pain through his shoulders and down his back, but he has had worse. It took a moment for him to shift with a heaving breath between the split table. The moment his foot found leverage on the floor, using the angle of the wall, Zack propelled himself forward. He wasn’t going to give up that easily; sore back or not. With wings tucked in and a sneer, the blond man lunged at Dirk, aiming for his waist in an attempt to knock him to the ground. If he can just get the little fuck under him, he would be able to achieve the desire just taking over.

[unyielding-taskmaster]

1 does not make a murder

When the two of them were getting ready to leave, Zack made sure to shake hands with the large troll. Both thanking him for watching over Des and apologizing for the issues that had happened over the course of the cycle. He stood back and watched Des give his own goodbyes as well before the both of them made their way back to Midnight Manor. 

Upon arriving Zack was hardly surprised as Eve practically threw herself at Des who was caught off guard a little by the sudden attention. He watched as the younger Strider was then distracted by a rather cute girl who also jumped him, before turning to wrap the sheep troll in a hug of his own and press a few kisses to her cheeks. It was a cute little moment and it did the both of them some good, but sadly all good things are short-lived since Life was notorious for being a bitch.

Shortly after the greetings had happened, while Jade and Des were being cute with their first meeting, something caught the Crow’s attention out of his peripheral. Wings haunched almost instantly above his head, fluffing up at the snap of disgust and anger spiked. One moment he was standing by Eve’s side, and with a small shift, the blond birdman was gone in the blink of an eye. Suddenly he reappeared, across the lounge and before the guards had time to react, he pulled back a tightly curled fist and launched it right for the apathetic pair of shades.

@heartbxund 

[a-titty-ninja]

[unyielding-taskmaster]

You hope quietly that you can keep your temper in check today, however. You’re likely to snap at someone if they so much as look at you the wrong way. Right now, however, your focus is Des. You’re not all that surprised that he didn’t get much sleep last night, if any, with how many times the kid flinched awake beside you. But you were right there, each and every time, cooing his panicked breaths away and jumbled mumbling. brushing his hair gently from his face with your claws. ‘It’s alright. I’m here. Zack’s here.’ You know you’re not who he wants by his side right now. You understand that. But sadly you’re all he has right now and You’re not about to just let him suffer through this alone.

[unyielding-taskmaster]

[ @heartbxund has been blocked!! ]

You’ve never been so disgusted in your life. And being more concerned about blocking communications through Des’s phone you had forgotten to block him on your side as well. However, you just block Dirk and only through Tumblr for your own self. You’d have to see how you could handle seeing him in the chats before you block him there as well.

[unyielding-taskmaster]

Des an Darkleer are pretty cute. Kind of reminds me of Iron Giant a little.

[g-rp-echibi]

Emergency, and looking for support.

Hey guys.

I really, really hate doing this. I hate having to ask for help but right now, me and my fiancee are in very dire straights.

We are currently living with my parents, after getting out of a very shitty abusive situation. One of our old roomies still hasn’t managed to pay us back for bills we already paid. And because of some really, really rotten luck, I have a garnishment on my wages so what little we have is all going toward keeping us running.

Because we had to pay other bills, like electricity and phones, we fell behind on car payments. And now the bank has an active repossession order out on our car.

If I lose my car, I won’t be able to keep my job as it’s a twenty minute drive away.

We need 1060 dollars to keep it from being repossessed, as soon as possible.

I am available for art commissions and tarot readings. I’ll post more details on that in other posts so I don’t bog down commission pages with real life sadness.

But if anyone wants to help just by throwing us a few bucks, I would appreciate that to no end. And if you could throw me a reblog, that would help spread the word.

My paypal email is [email protected]. You can talk to me here, in IMs, or through Discord at graphicchibi#6316

[unyielding-taskmaster]

What kind of garbage being is going to sit there and tell a suicidal person to stop trying to hold on to the only family he has left? How is a garbage person going to sit behind a gray face and tell someone who is hardly convinced they’re with even trying to save, to stand up and stop sulking. 

“I’m depressed and I want to kill myself” “Oh, just stop being sad.” “Yes, thank you this fixes everything. Why didn’t I think of this myself? Thank you person who knows how to fix things that I could not.”

That’s not how it fucking works. If you want to sit behind a screen, and more or less goad someone, whos already on watch for committing suicide already, and bully them even more? Then you’re not a fucking person, you're a monster and you're disgusting.

[spazzdhn]

[frogkenny]

I FOUND IT GUYS I SPENT HALF AN HOUR LOOKING FOR THIS VIDEO AND ITS HERE

[tristikov]

Always reblog peent.

[videodromefag]

*before clicking play*: IS THIS WHAT i THINK IT IS???

*clicks play*: IT ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[rgr-pop]

omg!! omg

[ladimcbeth]

Forever reblog.

[thegreenwolf]

Heaven let your eent shine down.

[unyielding-taskmaster]

Kids got a cute ass laugh that should be illegal.

And yet not because it should definitely be heard more often.

[deswicked]

unyielding-taskmaster:

I’m coming over and I’m going to visit with you. We can watch some Studio Ghibli or Disney or anime. And Darkleer said it’s alright if we use some of his Bots too so we can spar off against those together as well.

What do I want? Your company for the night. 

either of that is fine wait he said it was okay? really? i would like some distraction from my thoughts yeah

[unyielding-taskmaster]

Yeah, I messaged him. He said he would be fine with it.

I’ll be over shortly then.

[deswicked]

unyielding-taskmaster:

I’m not doing anything because I have to.

I’m doing something because I want to. Because whether your my own flesh an blood or not you’re still a fuckin Strider. You’re still family.

i guess i wouldnt know what family is  considering its all broken up and on the floor somewhere what do you want from me 

[unyielding-taskmaster]

I’m coming over and I’m going to visit with you. We can watch some Studio Ghibli or Disney or anime. And Darkleer said it’s alright if we use some of his Bots too so we can spar off against those together as well.

What do I want? Your company for the night.