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making him a bouquet because he deserves it
sketch under the cut because I liked it too
Going through 2016 ew fanart is all fun and nostalgia until you remember that we used to forcefem the shit out of Matt
I'm sorry we did not read the same story
AM?
Will keep you alive for eternity to torture you, AM?
Turns you into a gooey thing so that you'll never be able to kill yourself and escape, AM?
Modifies your perception of time to toy with you mind, AM?
THIS AM?
thinking real hard abt how my parents were seriously considering getting a shock collar so i would stop my bad behavior
please rail me reb pleaseplease i need you so bad rail me until i cant walk be rough please make me beg for your cock until im nothing but a moaning mess for your dick. i want to be your slut. i want you to have free access to my body 24/7 so you can use me for your own pleasure, or just to take frustration or anger out on. 💖💖
i am NOT reb, i am andre ..
i just saw a gay trans american person claim to be a nazi skinhead
:3
fucked up evil creature i hate. i wish you were real
they have no clue what they’re doing at any given moment <3
Donnie’s not so sure that counting on the only one of them with zero depth perception is a good idea but oh well
@tmntaucompetition
why do so many hollow knight fans defend incest when it comes to the pale siblings, especially shipping ghost and hornet. what the fuck
like did we as a society forget that shit is illegal? and immoral? and their excuses are always the same like "they're bugs! incest is okay" "they're royalty! incest is normal!" or just straight up don't give a fuck. this fandom is gonna give me whiplash
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Zenonia
It was so unfair.
Pardon had been given the opportunity to watch the future after he'd apprenhensively and suspiciously threw his sword at the wall. While it took a lot more time to convince him, he never thought that he'd agree to such a ludicrous thought.
It wasn't much of a thought. Not anymore.
But as the videos progressed, as the room became less empty, he thought of how unfair it was to watch someone's life like it was some story. For entertainment.
That pain and suffering conveyed at the screen were not fake and to see it play out with such detail felt almost disrespectful to see. But the voice told him that this was necessary. That this was for the sake of the future. So he watched.
So he watched his son's life play before him.
And his heart sank.
After his death, Regret's life took a turn for the worst.
At first Regret denied his death but he was forced to accept it as he saw his corpse being lowered to the ground. He refused to leave his bed for the first week as his death weighed heavily on his shoulders that he couldn't bring himself out from the comfort of their own home.
The second...well.
Regret left town. He left to make himself a home at Adonis and work to his hearts content as he tried to navigate his way without Pardon. But it didn't feel like he left willingly. Sure, he agreed, but mostly because of how different everyone started treating him.
Anger quickly draws ahold of him at how the townsfolk treated Regret after his death. He always knew the villagers didn't like him. The fact that everyone was so adamant in convincing him to return back to duty and leave the kid to an orphanage told him right off the bat that they didn't like Regret. But he never knew it was this bad.
He never knew it was to the point that they wanted Regret gone that they'd send him to his death.
So when Billy offered to let him stay at Adonis, his chest lightened.
It was outlived quickly.
Because oh dear god.
Billy was...he was...
He gave Regret another offer. A way to become stronger. To join him and his group—the Guild of Night—to train him. Help him become stronger. And in his grief, Regret accepted.
But that wasn't the case.
Because after winning a challenge to prove Regret was worthy of joining became his hell and purgatory. Came endless grueling training that forced his son to his feet despite wiggling legs and a stumbling limp. Wounds covered his body, some of which he's sure will scar for the rest of his life as a smoldering tattoo sat on his shoulder, skin angry and red and the haunting Dragon Clan symbol showing where he belonged to.
Like an object. A fucking object.
But the other members show it off proudly and Regret does too even with stiff held back shoulders and a shaky tired grin on his bruised face.
The grin slowly fades as a permanent frown tugged at the corner of his lips, eyes dim and dull, the light gone from those brilliant blues and he's not sure if they'll ever shine again.
His proud boy became meek. Silent. Aloof. Something he never thought he'd see in him. He flinched whenever someone got too close and becomes quiet whenever someone raised their voice.
But Regret was different in that training ground. Someone fierce, unrelenting, cruel—or trying to be. But everytime he got the opportunity to strike a finishing blow, he hesitates. And someone shouts and shouts and shouts until Regret was on the ground heaving and coughing and puking.
And tears roll down his watery blues. "But there has to be—"
Then he winced at another reprimanding yell. Pardon has to physically restrain himself from throwing hands at a screen because Regret gets held by the throat and lifted off the ground and his face was turning blue as he tried to fight the hand trying to take his air and his life—
"—I'm trying to make you strong! Don't you want to be strong?!"
"I-I do but—!" Came his choked reply, saliva and blood trailing down his chin.
"Then give me everything you've got! Come at me!"
At another round of stabbing silence, Regret was thrown to the hard floor.
His son gasped and gasped and gasped, clawing his broken hand to his chest as though it'll help him breathe normally again before tears flood his cheeks.
And then another scream. "Do you want to avenge him?!"
And suddenly, Pardon's heart dropped to his stomach.
That was the reason he joined. That was the reason he accepted. He was the reason Regret accepted in the first place.
"Do you want to make him proud?!"
And Regret trembled from the floor, sweat, tears, and blood pooling below him.
"Are you gonna just let his murderer run away?!"
Something changed because Regret shook harder and his knuckles turned white clenched on the ground. He breathed, his ragged breaths echoing through the walls, becoming pants.
"Are you just gonna let that murderer live when your father died—?!"
Regret screamed.
And there's red. There's so much red.
Billy was dead.
His son stared at the corpse with dead eyes, void of any light, glazed with a haunting look as murky blues reflect the blood staining the floor.
Billy was dead.
Pardon can't help but feel satisfied. The traitor. The bastard. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding and watched as the door opened and two dragons come, one taking the body, the other taking Regret.
"Good job." It said with a hand on his head. Regret doesn't answer. He's slumped on the dragon's shoulder, inhaling shuddered breaths as his body quivered. The dragon guided him back to his assigned room and as the door closed Regret collapsed to his knees, struggling to keep himself from falling face first.
At first, there's inhales and exhales. The second, a hitch.
And then finally, tears.
He cries and cries and cries until there's nothing to cry anymore. Salty tears mixing with the blood that still hasn't healed or hasn't been treated. All of panic and anger melted into something distressed and guilt ridden, murmuring nothing but apology after apology with cries of help that no one will hear behind those blood stained walls.
And yet despite it all, Regret called. "Pa..." he said so quietly, voice coarse and bleeding and shaking. "I'm sorry." He bows, pressing his bleeding forehead to the ground. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry—"
Regret cried until the night came and passed.
And the video ends there.
Pardon blinked away his own tears, quickly wiping them away to stare at his grown daughter.
Her eyes flared with anger whenever she had to watch these videos but ocean sapphires stared at the blackened screen with a haunted look, eyes blown wide and shocked with something he couldn't read. Pardon knew she was angry at Regret. He doesn't know why but she is. But after seeing all of that...
His son joined a cult. A fucking cult. And he couldn't even blame him by doing so. Billy was someone he trusted and he was the only one that didn't treat Regret any differently after everyone did. Pardon trusted him too. He thought that the man would help his son but no, instead he took advantage of him at his most vulnerable state and died doing so.
Billy was traitor.
He deserved it but at what cost? He was his son's first kill.
Billy may have died but he did with a cost.
Regret would never be the same.
Am I mass posting Zenonia content? Yes. Yes I am. There's nothing. Bruh. So Imma be a good fanon citizen and fill this shit up.
So. Regret and Pardon, the first characters we see in the Zenonia series.
We never really saw what their father-son relationship looked like so I'm here to rectify that even if I'm not sure how to write it.
Kid Regret is going through 'I'm an adult now' phase while having saddened puppy dog eyes when his dad leaves to visit his other child.
Context: his wife didn't want to raise Regret because her and Dupre weren't ready to raise two children so Dupre became Pardon to raise Regret in secret. But then she died and now he's going from house to house to raise them.
Pardon is just trying his best for the two of them while respecting his wife's wishes.
While Kid Regret doesn't know why Pardon's leaving all the time, he wants to prove he's worth staying for.
(Someone planted those seeds of doubt in Regret's head.)
The armor was sooooooooo hard to draw. Goddammit Pardon, wear some normal clothes for godsake!
Also, Pardon's hair looks like a fucking coconut so if his hair looks like Sukuna that's because I used them as reference.
This is a scene of a fic I'm working on. Basically Pardon addressing the fact his son is currently experiencing child labor. And he doesn't get paid for any of it.
Pardon: They don't pay you?
Regret: I'm supposed to get paid?
But Regret just insists that he doesn't need it and he's doing it out of the goodness of his heart.
Pardon thinks the sentiment is nice but...his son's getting exploited.
The fic is basically kinda a time travel fic where future Regret memories slowly yet surely go to kid Regret just before his dad dies, so Pardon's not dead. Yay. But Pardon gets to react the slow transition and then the full transition later on.
The transition doesn't go smooth.
In fact, it is a very very rocky road for the two of them.
They don't have a good time.
But I sure do :)
Let me know if you want to know more!
For more info about this AU:
Uhhhhhh...this is not a happy oneshot.
More Zenonia!
Its still dead. Pretty much. But its getting there. I hope.
So here's to contributing more content for this dead fandom!
Aight. Zenonia 1 Regret. I just want to make him suffer man. Hence why he's in a cult: indoctrination, isolation, and everything.
Except maybe Sun, who is very concerned.
Yeah. He'll get to the Holy Knights eventually. And he'll be hiding that tattoo under some piece of armor or some magic or smth. They won't know he's an enemy :)
Did Zenonia reveal Billy to be a traitor and a spy for a clan the Andra Kingdom has been fighting for years who's notorious for acting like humans so they can blend in and just let him fail in kidnapping Regret, never to be seen again? Not in this AU! Billy is a bitch. A manipulative son of a bitch.