Reminder That There Is A Canon Human Design Of The Carnage Symbiote

They looks like Daddy and Mum

I request Yamori surviving his fight with Kaneki, coming back at some point and meeting Naki’s nine children. Also did Naki get sex Ed from Tsukiyama or something? Because last time I checked this cinnamon bun didn’t know how to write, never mind sex.

- Oh Tsukiyama 100% gave Naki sex ed. But the Gourmet probably used Touka and Kaneki as an example to lead into this discussion.

- this resulted in innocent Naki asking Touka about it and Miza nose bleeding, until pregnant Touka still beat Tsukiyama’s ass with her kagune.

- When he returns, Yamori is stunned to see Naki a) alive and b) married and c) married to Miza.

- Miza is not thrilled with Yamori - she never has been - but she accepts him for Naki’s sake. 

- Naki tells Big Bro how he always buys presents on his kids’ birthdays for them ‘just like you did for me.’ Big Bro definitely doesn’t feel a lump in his throat, or a prickle in his eyes. Nope. Definitely not. 

- He totally does.

- Yamori has fun play-wrestling with the brood, though he’s slightly unnerved by their cunning natures and sheer numbers advantage.

- The Nakimiza brood likes climbing “Mount Yamori.” This has resulted in many photos and videos that Miza savors. And distributes, to Yamori’s dismay.

I don’t have many furry adjacent dolls, but it’s always fun to add another to my collection. I just hope one day I can find a Hasbro Peteena doll but she’s gotten way more scarce in recent years. https://www.instagram.com/p/CUABkgnhiIr/?utm_medium=tumblr

My favorite part about the Venom movie is when people tell me how Carnage/Cletus Kasady, a character I have had passion for since the 90′s, is wrong from what I know. Like, brah, I know everything there is to know about him. I’ve bought every appearance since issue Amazing Spider-Man 344. I know this character more than you do. Red isn’t different from Cletus. 

Cletus is literally Red. Every host from Maurice “Moose” Mansfield to Silver Surfer to John Jameson to even Norman Osborn act like Cletus Kasady. Why? Because Red has Cletus’ personality. They are one in the same. A symbiote picks up all of its first host’s traits. Carnage is Cletus. Cletus is Carnage. It’s why they say “I” instead of “we” like Venom. Hating Cletus is hating Carnage. Hating Red. 

Red was only called Red in issue 362 of Amazing Spider-Man. Only reason I roll with it is because Cletus alone isn’t Carnage. His symbiote bonded to anyone else isn’t Carnage. Only together are they Carnage. Just like how Venom is only truly Venom with Brock and his symbiote. 

He only mentioned Red ONCE as a female (I can live with this and kinda like it honestly), and that was Carnage USA where he referred to Red as his wife. The other was a Deadpool book that was non-canon to which the symbiote appeared as a woman. (Again I like it. It makes it more interesting). My point is, this is a character that defined who I am since day one. You are entitled to your opinion, but when I spout facts, don’t assume I am a liar. In fact, change my mind on it. I hate coming off as a self righteous guy, but to have people shame you for knowing a character you loved since the first appearance feels like shit. 

To those who read the entirety of what I said. You rock. Here, have a Carnage Family Portrait. 

I’m over thinking this and I am drunk. But damn does it still mess with me.

Hunting portrait of a Hlaalu nobleman. Vicinity of Balmora. Left bank of Odai river. Sometime in 3E 420s.

body worship + finn (giving) inspired by this lovely piece by the talented @whooshhhhhh

''What, not so tough when you're on the receiving end?'' Finn grins impishly, slowly crawling on top of you, holding himself up with one hand while the other grasps your chin, tilting your head to meet his eyes. ''Color me surprised,'' he huffs, sarcasm dripping off his husky voice as he drinks in the sight of you writhing under his large frame with hungry eyes.

''Look at you,'' he coos, ''I haven't even started and you're already squirming. Where did all your attitude go, hm?''

''Fuck you,'' you spit out, brows furrowed, though, with the way your voice cracks and heat climbs up your face, it comes off as desperate rather than intimidating.

''You will. Eventually,'' Finn chuckles, ''If you behave, that is.'' and god dammit, you wanna wipe that cheeky smirk off his face so bad. Your heart is beating in your throat, breathing rapid, and you can't even squeeze your thighs to get some friction because his knee is lodged right against your core, and you'd rather not give him any more material to tease you with. You can feel your arousal soaking through your panties, and being sopping wet in anticipation when he has yet to grace you with his touch is just... plain embarrassing.

...Is this how he felt when he was the one trapped beneath you?

Calloused fingertips trace your lips, Finn releasing a huff of amusement when you let out a shaky breath. Feeling more vulnerable than ever, you're practically trembling from the nerves under his touch, and he notices, he always does, bringing his other hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping over your cheekbone soothingly. Small as the gesture is, it helps you feel better.

He takes his time, his lips and hands brushing over every inch of your skin, every mole, every freckle, every mark. Neither of you has to say anything, he can deduce just where you're sensitive by the mere hitch on your breath and he lingers there, sucking small hickies all over as if he's trying to paint a blank canvas, as if he wants to leave evidence of his presence. He's seen you trace the lovebites on his skin and yours on the morning after, a soft smile on your face as you remember the events of the night prior, a flush creeping up on your face, and he intends to leave a lasting impression tonight.

''Not to parrot you or anything, princess,'' he starts, ''But I've always been fascinated by your lips,'' he pushes two thick fingers past your lips, and you don't hesitate to suck on them eagerly, your eyes slipping shut as you hum around his digits. ''They look so pretty, wrapped around my fingers,'' he chuckles, and you crack your eyes open to shoot him a warning look that screams 'don't you dare—', but Finn pays you no mind, ''They look much prettier wrapped around something else, but oh well,'' he sighs wistfully, ''That's a conversation for another time.'' He slides his fingers out of your mouth, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

''You're an ass,'' you mumble against his lips, giggling into his mouth when you see the curl of his mouth peek from the gold prosthetic.

''...And?'' he raises an eyebrow, ''You still like me. So guess which one of us is winning,'' he sneaks in another kiss, ''I hope you don't expect me to wax poetic bullshit, sweetheart. You know damn well I'm not good at that,'' he shoots a half-hearted glare when you snort in agreement, ''Plus, I would much rather show you instead.''

His large hand wraps around your throat, ''Like the way your mouth falls open when I do this,'' he squeezes lightly, and as if on command, your lips part as you suck in a sharp breath. His hand lingers a moment longer on your throat, feeling your heartbeat thrum under his fingers before it trails down your collarbone, stopping when he reaches your chest and you brace yourself for a twinge of pain, ''Ah— there it is,'' he snickers, ''You know the rules. Two for flinching,'' he swiftly delivers two flicks to your pebbled nipples, tugging for good measure as he watches you grasp the sheets in an effort to still your body with a dissatisfied whine.

His hand ventures lower, hooking a finger under the elastic of your underwear, dragging it down your thighs tantalizingly slow, not breaking eye contact as he takes it off, lifting your leg and propping it on his shoulder before he drags his cock between your wet folds, ''See? Your back curves into a beautiful arch every single time,'' he murmurs as you keen in his touch, the piercings doing down the length of his cock providing you with much needed extra stimulation, but he doesn't give you anything more but a short bark of a laugh when he sees the way you're dripping onto the sheets.

''Unlike you, I'm not a merciful lover,'' his voice turns commanding, ''Beg.''

''Make me,'' you grin as you narrow your eyes at him, daring him to try. He has never been the one to back down from a challenge, his eyes crinkling with a knowing smile as if he was expecting your response, ''Oh, I will,'' he starts, cogs in his head already turning with all the ways he can torture you so sweetly, ''Count on it.''

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Love your Kiddo Penny. He's cute af, like I would cute my arm off and feed him with happy face.