#madness and devotion

[flwrkid14]

Ghosts of Gotham

They say Gotham is haunted.

Not just by the usual things—regret, poverty, old blood in alleyways—but by something else. Something stranger.

They say the shadows twitch wrong on certain nights. That if you walk the Narrows during a thunderstorm, your reflection in puddles might smile before you do. That if you laugh too loud after midnight, something laughs back—higher pitched, younger, aching with glee.

And if you ask the wrong people, in the wrong bars, beneath the flickering neon where the rogues drink and the bats won’t tread, you’ll hear about him.

They call him Joker Junior in the files. JJ in the headlines. The Painted Prince in the streets.

But his name was once Tim.

The lost Drake boy. The one they didn’t recover. The one who didn’t die—but didn’t escape, either.

He laughs like he’s trying to drown something. He smiles with too many teeth and talks to himself in riddles no one else can follow. And behind the greasepaint and the scars and the violet shadow of someone else’s madness… there was once a boy who loved maps and logic and riddles that had real answers.

He’s the one Gotham forgot how to mourn.

People say he changed the city. That when he came back wrong, Gotham did too. That he left it cracked down the middle, laughing and bleeding, and no one dared to glue it back together.

But he’s not the only ghost in town.

Because they say another came for him.

Not one of Gotham’s own. Not Crime Alley born, or Arkham-bound. A boy, if you could still call him that. This one came with wind in his lungs and frost at his heels. With a laugh that froze the river and eyes that could see every version of the city stacked on top of itself like broken teeth. Glowing blue and ancient-eyed, like someone who knew too much about love and death and the cruel ways they blur.

The ghost didn’t belong to Gotham. But he stayed for him.

They say Joker Junior didn’t run when the ghost found him. Didn’t scream. Didn’t hide. Just looked at the boy glowing in the sky like a neon omen and said: “God, you’re late. I was beginning to think I made you up.”

And Danny—because that’s what the children call him now, just Danny—grinned like a god who’d waited lifetimes and said: “I thought I was supposed to stop you.”

Now they move through Gotham like a storm and its shadow. One trailing riddles, chaos, and grinning violence. The other bending light and chill, and humming softly to the bones of the dead.

They don’t save people. Not the way the capes do.

But the monsters scatter when they’re near. The haunted buildings go quiet. And the kids who get lost in the dark come back changed—smiling like they know a secret.

Some say Danny pulls Tim back from the edge every night. Others say Tim is the only thing keeping Danny from becoming something godlike and cold.

Others still say they’re both already long gone—and what walks Gotham now are just what love leaves behind when it starts to rot beautifully.

But here’s the part they all agree on:

They’re in love.

Twisted, terrifying love. The kind that warps magic and makes death look romantic. The kind that turns ghost stories into gospel. The kind you want to stay away from—but can’t help watching when it passes.

And sometimes, on Gotham’s highest rooftops—clocktower, cathedral, the burned-out pier of the old amusement park—they’ll dance.

Tim in blood-slicked purple. Danny in frostbitten black. Laughing like the world’s about to end.

And maybe it already did.

Maybe they're all that was left.

Or maybe—maybe—they were what came next. Love, haunting, and chaos in tandem. The prince and the ghost. The joke and the echo. Gotham’s newest myth. Its oldest curse. And the kind of love story you should never say out loud after dark.

[s-aint-elmo]

do you ever think about how at the start of their friendship galinda was embarrassed to be seen with elphaba while elphaba followed her around undeterred, trying to strike up conversation with the funny, brilliant blonde girl who paid her perhaps the first sincere compliment about her appearance she'd ever heard, but at the end of their friendship glinda wheels about in the wide open courtyard of colwen grounds calling out for "elphie!" only for the witch to furiously snub the callous, calculating socialite who robbed her of the last piece of her sister she could touch and keep, and walk away for good. or are you normal

[plusdanshii]

(lowtier god voice) you should join the temple. NOW!!!

[goldenflowers]

people are pointing out that cater has a crown on his cheek instead of a diamond, how he's almost certainly the dorm leader in his dream, and talking about how he could actually be based on the king of hearts and while i agree that makes sense i also find it kind of funny because:

cater himself has directly compared TREY to the king of hearts before. trey the king of hearts holds less authority than riddle the queen, and is extremely reluctant to rock the boat and go against riddle's the queen's decisions, but is also the only one who's able to keep her him tempered and change her his mind when he's willing to stand up to her him. but again, i can see the argument for cater being inspired by him + he's the one with orange hair like the king of hearts, and he's more goofy like the king of hearts is. i just think it's pretty clear that trey has that as part of his character and the idea that they're both the king of hearts in some way is very funny to me for some reason askgjdfhf

[aventurineswife]

Hii pookiee!! This is my first time requesting at the moment and I saw your requests open and I wanted to request poly!yandere dr ratio x gn!reader x aventurine? Or maybe poly!yandere sunday x gn!reader x argenti?

And if you don't mind, can I request the reader to be aware that yeah, they are a yandere but they still chose to stay? If so then

A few things I had in mind were them cuddling with reader, reader taking care of them/them taking care of reader after a long day, or a family day with their children?

Thank you sm! Have a great day! 💗

No Exit, No Regrets

Summary: You have always known the truth—Ratio and Aventurine are obsessive, possessive, and dangerously brilliant in their own ways. But despite their sharp edges and the silent battle for dominance they wage over your heart, they’ve never harmed you. And perhaps that’s the greatest gamble of all. Tonight, however, there is no game to be played. No calculations, no strategies—just a rare moment of peace as you bask in the warmth of shared devotion.

Tags: Yandere!Ratio x Reader x Yandere!Aventurine, Polyamory, Possessive Behavior, Established Relationship, Cuddling & Domestic Fluff, Manipulative Tendencies, Subtle Angst & Emotional Intensity, Aware Yandere Dynamics, Mutual Devotion & Obsession, Soft Moments Amid Madness.

Warnings: Yandere themes, Mild psychological manipulation, Implied threats to outsiders, Emotional dependence, Themes of devotion bordering on unhealthy attachment.

The evening air was thick with the scent of incense and the faintest trace of Aventurine’s cologne—spiced citrus with an edge of something sharper, something unpredictable. It mixed with the subtle lavender undertones that always clung to Ratio, a contrast that shouldn’t have worked but somehow did.

Between them, nestled in the warmth of their embrace, was you.

"You've been working yourself too hard again, haven't you?" Ratio's voice was smooth, edged with knowing amusement. He was reclined beside you on the plush velvet of Aventurine’s private lounge, one arm draped over your waist, tracing idle patterns against your skin. His golden owl-etched shoulder piece glinted in the dim light, his sharp eyes fixed on you with a mixture of intrigue and something far more possessive.

Aventurine, on the other hand, was stretched out on the other side of you, his head resting lazily in your lap. His eyes flickered up at you, studying your face with a calculating fondness. He reached up, running his fingers through your hair before tugging lightly, his signature smirk in place. "Tsk, tsk, sweetheart. I thought we had an agreement—no running yourself ragged when you’ve got two men more than capable of handling things for you."

You rolled your eyes but leaned into Ratio’s touch nonetheless, your free hand reaching down to smooth over Aventurine’s tousled blond hair. His eyes fluttered shut at the motion, his smirk softening ever so slightly.

"You both are such hypocrites," you murmured, amusement lacing your tone. "You work just as hard—if not harder. And don’t think I don’t notice how you two get when I’m not around."

Ratio let out a low chuckle. "You say that as if it's unreasonable to be concerned. You know as well as we do that people would be all too eager to take you from us."

Aventurine’s grip on your wrist tightened just slightly, his smile never faltering but the glint in his gaze turning razor-sharp. "And you wouldn’t let that happen, right, sweetheart?"

The unspoken meaning in his words was clear. They trusted you—but only because they knew you had nowhere else to go. Not because you were trapped, not because they forced you to stay, but because you chose them.

You tilted your head, letting your fingers trail along the edge of Aventurine’s jaw, before shifting just enough to press a lingering kiss to Ratio’s temple. "I’d never leave."

It was the only answer they needed.

Aventurine let out a hum of satisfaction, eyes half-lidded as he turned his head slightly into your touch. Ratio, for his part, only gave the ghost of a smirk before shifting so that he could pull you in closer against his chest, the weight of his presence grounding you.

The world outside was uncertain, full of risks and dangers neither of them could fully control. But here, in this moment, with their arms wrapped around you, there was no need for strategy or manipulation.

For once, the gamble had been won.

[yeyinde]

do you think simon is capable of actually loving someone like you described (weaker) or is it just him having staked his claim and refusing to ever let go of something he’s deemed his in spite?

this really made me think lmao but ummm. a bit of both, maybe. a mix of unfettered devotion and ownership (with that slight thread of spite).

but he'd probably feel like he was slowly being consumed from the inside out. you're a cancer to him; a sickness that keeps spreading. and the only way to cure himself is to cut the infected limb off. but he can't.

and eventually he'll adapt to it, but that's always gonna be the crux of his "love." he doesn't see the people close to him as being separate entities, but as being an extension of himself—a rotting limb, a dying organ—just outside of his body. one that he can't get rid of.

[63cco]

love this video cause I like to think that their dynamic as a couple is how they show it here.

watch Bezz try (or want) something until he gets frustrated and then Sava get it with just one try (or without any effort at all) then Bezz gets upset and Sava just laughs and apologizes to him (even though he's not guilty of anything) and tries to make his boyfriend happy again.

[lieutenantraziel]

Two new Dimilix pieces for #2025DimilixWeek on Bluesky. There’s a bunch of art and fics for all the Dimilix enjoyers out there

[ethan-acfan]

I love writing merlin and arthur as less *servant and king* and more *two best friends who do a lot of favors for eachother* just because I feel like after spending 10 YEARS with the same guy every day, the formalities would just kinda slowly fall away and now their just two doofuses who show their love in opposite ways so it balances out

[sidsinning]

Any yandere that isn't "fuck everyone but my s/o" ain't worth their salt

[dulciechi]

me, some time yesterday: should probably change my banner soon. i’ve got like one more day, right?

me @ me 11:30pm last night: … there’s no such thing as nov 31st you dumb bitch.

yeah so i squeezed this out in a few hours but you know what? not bad *pats self on back*

[hoiiimari]

have some hamratio crumbs…

[petergabrielyuri]

i remember when people would say that stede would be really mad at ed for leaving his crew to die on a tiny island but i guess that is not going to be the case at all because he's saying "i don't care what any of you say, he's actually a good guy" right to the faces of the people he stranded lmao

[nataliescatorccio]

there will never be another riverdale. it's the end of an era for twenty episode long seasons of crazy teen drama. never again will a show push the boundaries like this one, from murder mysteries to organ harvesting cults to d&d gargoyle kings to serial killer genes to discovering secret superpowers to stopping a comet from destroying your hometown to polyamory in the 50s. riverdale had it all. it was the height of camp, it was the plotlines no one could ever quite believe, it was the best of tv. rest easy, my queen, you have left a mark on pop culture forever.

[wearfinethingsalltoowell]

VERY DORUNK and very pissed off. Bit can i say. who the FUCK thinks racefacking is OKAY. what the FUCK clout do you think your crazy ass is getting compared to the harm you’re doing you BASTARD. You fucking RAT. Now I didn’t know you that well personally but I thought you posts were fire. but I don’t matter here. YOU. HURT. MY. FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!