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I got Volume 3 of the Zestiria manga today...
IT’S AWESOME!
Jesus this was dark. Never expected to hear something like this from Lunarre. I was struck by the immediate assumption that it was Simone was the one saying this, though it is clearly Lunarre because he is the focus of the panel and his lips are parted in speech.
It struck me - because family is Lunarre’s fixation, the thing he loathes. His next words (“Family, how disgusting” etc.) and the rest of his bitter dialogue tell us as much.
This speech sounded like something Simone would say. This made me think - did Simone further entrench Lunarre in darkness with her own views? Did she impart her own nihilistic worldview onto an already bitter and vengeful individual? It would certainly go a ways to explaining how and why Lunarre suddenly ended up at SImone’s side, working alongside her under Heldalf for his own ends.
If this is true, then could Simone be responsible for driving an angered Lunarre to malevolence before the start of the story? Was it she who had him become a hellion? Or did Lunarre seek her out, or come across her, and hearing that she could give him power - something Lunarre craved back then - willingly heed her words or do her bidding so that he might attain that power (as in, become a hellion)?
If Lunarre didn’t meet Simone before he went rogue, then it make sense that Simone would have approached and recruited Lunarre some time after the confrontation in Ladylake between him and Our Heroes. What did she reel him in with? Promise of more power? Promise of a definitive plan to destroy the people and things Lunarre hated?
Back to the speech itself, it appears Lunarre is regurgitating Simone’s beliefs in order to justify - or validate - his current state of loneliness. The idea of family still rankles him, and causes him immense pain, but he repeats Simone’s nihilistic ramblings because it momentarily hardens his heart against the pain. He doesn’t enjoy what he says - the mad grin he usually wears is replaced by a darkly solemn expression, as if he’s trying to convince himself.
I GREATLY look forward to where the manga takes my favourite fox boy!!
How funny would it have been if Sorey and co. had buried hellion Lunarre and gone on their merry way, only to be later interrupted by a half-frozen fox man charging after them screaming “YOU BASTARDS TRIED TO MURDER ME!!”
don’t forget to feed your hellion lots of malevolence this hellion-ween
So there is a huge possibility I’ve been drawing my husband A LOT recently…
Still figuring our his colors but hey, my line art has gotten better :D
The Middle pic was a request from a friend ( @snickering-kitsune ) for a werefox (Halloween themed) Lunarre. The other two were purely self-indulgent ~
be careful who you call ugly in middle school
Lunarre fan art that I gifted to Austin Tindle at Sooner Con this last weekend! (He played English dub voice of the ToZX version of Lunarre.) Copic liners, prisma pencils and white gel pen on metallic gold shimmer cardstock.
I decided that I want to do this poll again, but not for destiel from different seasons, but for defferent versions of destiel.
This is for Destiel shippers. One version of Dean (spin the wheel to find out which version) and one version of Cas (spin the wheel to find out which version) meet each other.
This poll is a cover. I just really want to hear your headcanons in the tags.
I always look good in a Varsity Jacket. Speaking of, shouldnt NSC have one?
(bts) shinee official vyrl update — musical in the heights profile shooting
“If the account given in Genesis is really true, ought we not, after all, to thank this serpent? He was the first schoolmaster, the first advocate of learning, the first enemy of ignorance, the first to whisper in human ears the sacred word liberty, the creator of ambition, the author of modesty, of inquiry, of doubt, of investigation, of progress and of civilization.”
~ Robert Green Ingersoll
TheFamousFilms doodles!
I can’t stop drawing this guy. He’s kinda my favorite. By a lot. So here’s more Fnaf!Bryan doodles!
An au. But with a bit of canonicity? I don’t really know how to explain it.
It’s technically canon that Bryan has survivors guilt. Duh. My guy killed all of his friends in a single night and was only able to save one. And said one died in the end (but not in this au :D) Bruh. Who wouldn’t be traumatized?
And to put more insult to injury, he basically gaslit himself into thinking that said friends weren’t dead. For a year. By hanging out with clones. Clones. And he only came to accept that fact after the clones died. Like bro, he willingly chose to believe that living (he practically lived in that park in S2) with cop outs was better than, y’know, grieving.
He needs therapy. A lot.
But yeah. This is a canon divergence where Bryan never died. But did something stupid anyway. That’s not the point though. These doodles focus on how he acts in this au (hopefully I got the cold attitude down with that one pose XD) and his crippling guilt. So. Yeah.
Also buff Bryan for life. My guy broke a stone counter with barehands. Don’t tell me he ain’t packing some muscles.
And a personal headcanon of mine? Pigpatch was the one that trained him :)
(If you see it, you see it. Hint: put the brightness to max. I’m sorry for your eyeballs.)
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He’d felt the condom ripping soon after penetrating the boy’s tiny brown button hole but He continued anyway, silently please with Himself for being such a virile and powerful Man that even Magnums can’t contain Him. The boy’s tight pucker had eventually loosened but only after a severe and brutal pounding which proved too much for the thin latex. All that remained was curled up around the thick base of His cock like a thin wedding ring. He smiled at the analogy. It wasn’t His fit and muscular body that seemed to get all the young fags so worked up; it was His wedding ring.
His son’s best friend had been no exception, always respectfully addressing Him as “Mr. Johnson” and always staring and lingering just a little too long. What the fuck, He’d thought - why not. He’d be an easy and convenient fuck toy; no one would suspect a thing. The boy had finally quietened down - what a drama queen! “You wanted this, remember?” He’d reminded him, even though the truth was that He’d manipulated and coordinated the whole thing. Even though he was no longer screaming, the boy’s young, smooth body still felt taunt and tense as he continued to suffer through the assault. Now that He’d broken through the condom He could enjoy the slick wetness of the boy’s clenching, spasming pussy which felt warm and inviting. He couldn’t wait to breed it. “That’s it, Jimmy … you’re doing just fine.”
“Oh, God, Mr. Johnson! You’re so big!”
“Yes, Jimmy, so you’ve said many times today. I don’t need you to keep telling me that. You understand?“
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you know the problem with having a big dick, Jimmy? It takes an extra long time to cum … “
Jimmy whimpered at the implication as Mr. Johnson continued slow-fucking His new toy.
“You’re going to be raw and sore by the time I’m done, Jimmy. Does that excite you?”
Jimmy hesitated. “Yes, Sir … very much.”
He chuckled. “I know it does. That’s why you’re going to be such a good little whore for me aren’t you. Daddy’s going to fuck you good, baby … give you what you need. It will be our little secret … or not so little, as the case would be. You breath a word of this to anyone and I’ll find you, Jimmy. I’ll hurt you. Do you understand?”
Jimmy only nodded; it was a rhetorical question anyway. Of course he understood. Mr. Johnson was a respected and feared Man - a powerful Man. And Jimmy was just a punk. No one would believe him. And no one would care if anything happened to him.
He was getting close. Leaning in He whispered in Jimmy’s ear. “This is going to feel very … wet, Jimmy. I want you to hold it in … every drop of it.”
“Whhat?? What are you saying? You have a condom on! I saw it!” Jimmy started to struggle so He tightened His grip, causing Jimmy to wince.
“Shh … what’s done is done. It was meant to be. You were meant to be impregnated … like a woman, Jimmy. Lucky for you it’s by a Man like me. Someone you can trust. Can I trust you, Jimmy?”
Jimmy paused and moaned before replying. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now give me that pussy, Jimmy. Take Daddy’s cum … take it!”