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Just… Don’t do the ‘Walk like an Egyptian’ thing in front of a mummy. It’s cringe as fuck and embarrassing for you

If you’re feeling too warm next to a fire elemental, just say it, don’t whip out your batter-powered fan or a cold water bottle without saying anything. Be up-front about it, they’ll understand

Do not slap a slime creature to see if they’ll jiggle. They will, and then they’ll slap you. Actually, just don’t slap anyone

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Words (and Gestures) to Avoid

There are certain terms that certain species of monster take offense to, and ones that are sensitive and for particular use. I’ll also include some actions that are offensive. Here’s a list that should be helpful! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Voodoo dolls generally don’t respond well to being called ‘toys’ or ‘stuffies’. It makes them feel like they’re being treated as less than people.

“Boo!” is a polite greeting only when exchanged between all the different species of ghosts. Coming from other monsters, it’s…cringe.

Flower meanings take a great deal of importance to plant monsters, and certain ones should only be used as a nickname in certain circumstances. For example, ‘daisy’ is a term usually reserved for parent to child, and calling someone ‘my rose’ , the flower of love, should only be used by romantic partners.

It’s also disrespectful to call them ‘weeds’, not because it’s belittling, but because it’s dismissive of weeds, which are plants too.

Any name that implicates a zombie is dumb or slow-witted should be avoided. That’s a derogatory and untrue stereotype.

Yeti is the proper name for the species, ‘Abominable’ is a very hurtful term. The same goes for ‘Bigfoot’ with Sasquatches, it’s a nasty nickname humans gave them.

Werewolves may act like big dogs but that doesn’t make it okay to call them ‘mutt’, ‘mongrel’, ‘fleabag’, etc.

Never. Ever. EVER. Refer to any werebeast as a ‘furry’ if you value your life.

Insectoid and arachnid monsters take great issue with being called ‘pests’.

Most demons at the school don’t like being referred to as ‘hellspawn’, it’s a reminder of the life they managed to escape.

“Fishface” should generally be avoided with any monster species native to the water. Also, NEVER offer them seafood.

Derogatory names based on a vampire’s diet such as ‘leech’ or ‘bloodsucker’ are discouraged.

Shrek references of any sort should be avoided with ogres. It’s just old and annoying at this point.

Faeries are hot-blooded so it’s best to avoid calling them things like ‘pixie’ or especially ‘Tinker Bell’. (They don’t particularly have anything against her, it’s just really irritating to lump all fairies under one name.)

Never ask a gargoyle “How’s Quasimodo?”. That movie had inaccurate and stereotypical depictions of gargoyles.

Don’t ask an eastern dragon about wings and breathing fire. It’s culturally insensitive.

Requesting a phantom to sing an opera piece isn’t a funny joke, it’s rude and ignorant.

Stereotypical witch cackles are offensive to actual witches, who aren’t evil.

If you are not someone a werewolf or werecat knows and trusts, DON’T try to pet them!

It’s incredibly disrespectful to act as if you can’t see a ghost when they’re in the room with you.

It’s also unacceptable to imply that robots are heartless and have no emotions. They care like anyone else.

Minotaurs become very angry when you try to provoke them as a matador would, and they WILL charge at you.

Don’t stick your hand into a skeleton. Their bodies and personal space are as important as anyone else’s.

Don’t ask a centaur for a ride, wait until it’s offered.

Be VERY mindful when speaking to an extraterrestrial. You never know what might be offensive.

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #school for monstrous youths #monster high au #miraculous

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artzychic27 · 20 hours

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😆

I never uploaded my updated Jimmy Neutron designs! I think it’d be funny if a modern JN reboot had at 2000s aesthetic both animation-wise and also for the look of Retroville and its citizens fashion

My friend Eric did an animation using these designs! It came out SO GOOD

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#jimmy neutron #character design #Libby looks perfect!

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Part 2 for this:

*Rouge’s ears perk up at the sound of a melodic organ echoing just outside of Palais Garnier. Whipping out her grappling hook, she shoots it and the hook attaches itself to the railing before she pulls herself up to a window. Peering through the glass, she finds MalevoLyricist, once again in a different outfit, sitting before a grand organ on a stage under a spotlight*

Rouge: What do we have here? *She opens the window ever so carefully as the melody reaches its climax*

*With a dramatic sweep of his cape, MalevoLyricist faces his invisible audience and bows*

MalevoLyricist: Thank you! Thank you! Oh, you’re too kind! With the satellite in my control, soon all the world will be singing my praise!… And of course, making me rich so I can buy my demon prince a promise ring. Just as long as-

*A long shadow suddenly falls over him. Rouge stands perfectly positioned in front of the full moon casting its light through the window, creating an intimidating silhouette that would make her mentor/father proud*

Rouge: That show’s gonna have a long intermission, MalevoLyricist. Twenty years to live.

*MalevoLyricist grits his teeth in anger. Why can’t they just leave him alone?!*

MalevoLyricist: Rouge! Always Rouge! Always driving villains BATS! *He slams his fingers down on the keys of an organ, and smoke whooshes out from the pipes in a dramatic display. Rouge’s vision becomes obstructed as the smoke takes over the grand room, and the villain escapes out of a door using his scooter that’s in the shape of two beamed eighth notes while doing a series of outfit changes*

She was just a sidekick,

Some girl wonder at HIS call!

Her utility belt holds everything,

Can't find that at the mall!

*As MalevoLyricist speeds through the streets of Paris, civilians hear his hypnotic singing and fall under his spell and try to apprehend Rouge while she’s gunning after him on her motorcycle*

Her motorcycle’s super fast,

There no vehicle that is surpassed!

It's a good thing we've got Arkham,

'Cause she really drives us bats!

*His singing projects all the way to L’asile d’Arkham, where the teenage villains immediately fall under his thrall and grip and shake the bars of their prison cells*

Villain Kids: Drives us bats!

Drives us bats!

He really drives us bats, bats, bats!

He drives us bats!

*The musical villain gracefully waves his way through and over the streets. When he rides off of a building and onto a telephone wire, Rouge leaps off of her motorcycle and grabs on to the back of his note scooter, only for it to split apart. They resume after him while riding on the other half*

MalevoLyricist: Whether dancing the Batusi,

Or using an array of tools,

She’s always got the answer!

She makes us look like fools!

*When Rouge attempts to lunge for him, MalevoLyricist surprises her once more by revealing that the half scooter also has a flying function, and he takes off toward the asylum*

MalevoLyricist: Has got no super powers,

She’s just a flying rat!

It's a good thing we've got Arkham,

Cause she really drives us bats!

*While the Parisians are keeping Rouge busy, MalevoLyricist makes his way to L’asile d’Arkham. The louder he sings, the more relentless the villains become, and they attack and disarm the guards with their powers and abilities. Adrien, displaying his gymnastics skills, easily dodges the guards and pushes one down the stairs. Rose summons an army of vines to restrain several of the guards while Max hacks into the security system to free any other inmates. Grown to twenty feet, Nathaniel gathers some guards in his hand and places them in one of the cells. Myléne spreads her fear gas, forcing many of the guards to thrash and writhe on the floor as they see their greatest fears in their heads*

Villain Kids: Drives Us Bats!

MalevoLyricist: Taught by the greatest detective!

Villain Kids: Drives Us Bats!

Ivan: Foiling every evil scheme!

Villains: She really drives us bats, bats, bats!

She drives us bats!

*After MalevoLyricist shoots the door with a blast from his conductor’s baton, the villains break out of the asylum. The heroes quickly arrive on the scene and try to stop them while still stuck singing*

Juleka: Even without shark repellent...

Kim: ...They’re tougher than they seem.

Aurore: Other heroes often ask.... *She fends off against Alix and Rose who try to snatch her earplugs*

Alix: Get her earplugs!

Gia: *Loading an arrow* ... Why is he always the top cat?

Everyone: She drives us bats, drives us bats, drives us bats!

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb au #Arkham au #dc comics #dc au #dc villains #dc heroes #akuma class #science kids #mlb ocs #Batman #batman the brave and the bold #SoundCloud

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Lucien… Think twice before messing with the boyfriend of the literal god of death…

Actually, don’t. I wanna see what Nath has in store for you 😈

MiracOlympus- An Unpleasant Encounter

This is a short that takes place back in the young gods’ teenaged years, based on a moment from the second episode of the Gods School web series. But with a much more insidious context… @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Just as a reminder:

Marc- Persephone

Mylene- Demeter

Lucien- Zelus

Enjoy!

Down in the fields around Olympus, a duo of divine siblings were picking various different crops for the feast that would take place later that night.

Marc laughed at the silly joke Mylene had just told, before he spotted some lovely Narcissus flowers growing in a grove nearby. Thinking they would be wonderful to decorate the tables, he turned to his sister.

“Hey, Sunflower, I’m gonna go pick some of those flowers in that grove to put in the centerpiece vases!”, he told her, picking up his basket and standing to leave.

“Okay, Poppy, just stay close!”, the goddess of the harvest answered with a smile, before turning back to her work.

With that, Marc made his way toward the shady grove, and began picking flowers. Gathering narcissus, wild roses, and daisies for the centerpieces, he was unaware of a pair of sharp eyes watching him…

But when he had moved fairly deep into the grove, sufficiently out of his sister’s sight, he heard a familiar voice that made his blood go cold speak to him.

“Hello, little flower.”, and Marc went rigid, turning toward the voice in a defensive stance.

“You’re not supposed to be anywhere near Olympus, Lucien. Leave now.”, he said sharply, though he couldn’t keep the tremble out of his voice, much to his dismay.

“Oh, why the cold reception, my lovely little blossom. I came all this way just to see you, after all.”, Lucien said coolly, moving out of the shadows with a serpentine grin.

“No one wants you here, least of all me! Get out of here, and for the hundredth time, leave me alone!”, Marc demanded, his hand moving toward his pocket, ready to grab the dog whistle that Nathaniel had given him, which would summon Baark to his side in an instant.

But Lucien didn’t back down, only moving closer to Marc. He reached out and cupped his cheek, making the raven-haired god shudder with revulsion.

“Come now, you don’t want me to leave.”, he purred as he leaned in so his face was only an inch or so from Marc’s, “You can’t deny what’s between us, little flower…”

Marc stiffened and quickly shoved him away, fixing him with a dagger-sharp glare.

“There is nothing between us!”, he snapped, “I love Nathaniel, and only him! And I want NOTHING to do with you!”

Lucien scowled at the mention of the redhead, and grabbed Marc’s wrist in a tight grip, pulling him in close.

“Don’t mention that name. That twerp has no place ruling over an entire domain.”, the vile god snarled, “And you shouldn’t be wasting your time on him.”

“Don’t you dare insult him! Let me go!”, Marc hissed, trying to pull himself free from Lucien’s grip. He quickly thrust his other hand into his pocket, fingers closing around the dog whistle.

However, before Lucien could make any other moves, Marc sent a prayer of thanks to the Fates as he heard his sister’s footsteps approaching, as Mylene called out for him.

“Marc? Poppy? Where are you?”

Quickly, Lucien shapeshifted into a hawk and hid in a tree, just as Mylene pushed through the cover of leaves and emerged in the grove.

“Oh, there you are! Let’s go, I think I have everything I need!”, she said, holding up her basket of grains and the like, before she noticed her brother’s disheveled state, “Poppy…are you okay?”

Straightening up, he managed to give her a smile, “Y-yeah, Sunflower, I’m fine. The, uh, the pollen is just…really thick back here.”, he quickly said, adding a sneeze for good measure.

“Well, come on, let’s get you back to Olympus for some fresh air.”, Mylene said, as Marc retrieved his basket of flowers. And with that, the two siblings flew back toward the mountain peaks, with Marc sending a cold glare back to the hawk still in the grove.

A few moments later, the hawk transformed back into a young god, glaring up at the peaks of Olympus, where he was no longer welcome…not noticing the ground giving an angry rumble below him.

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #miracolympus #greek gods au #marc anciel #mylene haprele #lucien rebois #persephone #demeter #zelus #harassment is not okay

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☕🥱A Random Headcanon: How Marc Got The Coffee Part I 🥱☕

Collège Françoise Dupont: Boiler Room

Nathaniel: (visibly annoyed) So we’re really doing this, huh?

Nino: Yep.

(Down in the boiler room, Nino had set up a small desk with a desk lamp, a radio that played what sounded like the soundtrack of an old detective movie, a stack of books, and a manila file folder. The teen wore a fake mustache and an old-style detective costume. On each opposing side of the desk stood two chairs, the one on the right being currently occupied by an exhausted Marc Anciel. The poor, tired writer was suffering from the effects of his caffeine crash and could barely keep his eyes open. His make-up was a dreadful mess from when he had his breakdown earlier, his hair was a frazzled mess, the dark circles encased around his eyes looked as though they had gotten deeper and darker, and his body that had before trembled and twitched so terribly now struggled against the intense feeling of exhaustion. Out of earshot in a corner, Nino and Nathaniel discussed Nino’s plan, which Nathaniel found to be very unnecessary, and annoying, and he would have been against taking any part in this ridiculous plan if the artist was not worried about his partner’s well-being.)

Nino: I’m sorry, Nath, but this is the only way.

Nathaniel: There are more than one, much better ways we could handle this! I don’t think this is best for Marc’s well-being right now. Just look at him! (points to the exhausted writer) He needs sleep!

Nino: Look, I get it. Marc’s crashing down from the caffeine and needs rest. But we have to do this for his own good! We need to find out where or more specifically, who did he get that coffee from! (starts counting off his fingers) The first time this happened he asked you to buy the coffee for him because he knew you didn’t know he couldn’t have it. The second time he took advantage of Rose’s kindness and trusting nature to secure the coffee. This time, however, he must have gone to someone who didn’t know that he couldn’t have coffee, and since no one is fessing up, we will have to find out who the guilty culprit is.

Nathaniel: But couldn’t we just ask him after he’s had time to rest and recover? Interrogating him when he’s in this state just seems too cruel. It feels like we’re treating him like some dangerous criminal.

Nino: (puts a reassuring hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder) Nath, I don’t want to watch him suffer any more than you do, but I’m afraid it has to be this way to prevent another episode from ever happening again. If we let him sleep first, he’ll have more energy and focus to come up with a lie or ID a scapegoat, and it will be even harder to get Marc to confess the truth. Marc may be more reasonable when he’s off the coffee, but he definitely wouldn’t give up his supplier willingly, especially if he knows that the rest of us don’t know who gave him his fix.

Nathaniel: (shoots Nino an incredulous look) “Supplier”? Really, Nino?

Nino: (defensively) Hey, technically caffeine is considered a drug! I looked it up!

Nathaniel: (crosses his arms) Not an illegal one. Hence why I feel like you are treating Marc like a dangerous criminal.

Nino: Oh come on, Nath! The last thing I want to do is treat Marc like a criminal!

Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) Then what’s with the Sherlock Holmes cosplay?

Nino: Because we’re trying to solve a mystery and I thought it would fit the aesthetic! (sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose).

Nathaniel: (appears hesitant) I still don’t like this….this feels like torture.

Nino: Nath, please trust me. I swear we’re not going to torture Marc. Just give us thirty minutes or so to question him, an hour at most. If he doesn’t confess within that amount of time, we’ll back off and let him get some sleep. On the other hand, if he tells us who supplied him with the coffee before the time is up, we’ll let him sleep sooner. And I promise, I’ll back off if he reaches his limit. Whatever happens during this, I won’t make Marc suffer more than he already has.

(Nathaniel pondered for a moment, considering Nino’s plan and compromise. The artist still felt conflicted about putting his partner through an interrogation while he was so sleep-deprived. He knew how physically exhausting the combination of caffeine withdrawal and insomnia from the previous night was on the writer along with the mental and emotional exhaustion of the pressure that Marc was clearly under mixed in with the aftermath of his breakdown from earlier. Nathaniel wanted Marc to rest. He wanted Marc to get better. He wanted to see that beautifully contagious and unburdened smile spread across his partner’s face again and never to see that strained and unhinged smile or the exhausted frown again. However, as guilty as Nathaniel felt for even considering going along with Nino’s plan, he also knew that Nino made some truthful points to defend his plan. Nathaniel didn’t want to admit it, but Nino was right when he argued that Marc wouldn’t easily name whoever gave him the coffee. Rose and himself were willing to own up to mistakes those times they had given Marc coffee, but this time no one is willing to admit that they had given Marc coffee. And knowing the writer, he would try to play off that “everything was fine” and there was no need to worry about who gave him the coffee, desperately trying to avoid talking about what had been bothering him so much and what was causing all the stress and pressure that he was under in the first place. Marc was never one to be willing to talk about his problems with others and always tried to appear as if everything was okay as best he could because he didn’t want to make others feel worried about him. If they were going to have any chance of finding out how Marc got coffee, now was their best and possibly only time while the writer didn’t have the energy to resist telling the truth.)

Nathaniel: (sighs) Forty minutes. We’ll question him for forty minutes and no more. And when I say “that’s enough”, I mean that’s enough. We won’t push him any farther than he can handle.

Nino: (nods in agreement) Alright, deal! Now that that’s settled, let’s get to it. Get ready to assume your role, good cop!

(Nino took a deep breath in and out as he adjusted his usual demeanor into a more serious demeanor as he now bore a stoic expression on his face. As Nino started walking towards the desk, Nathaniel rolled his eyes in annoyance.)

Nathaniel: (annoyed) Right, forgot that Nino wanted to do “Good Cop, Bad Cop” too.

(The two boys approached the desk where the exhausted writer now had his head face down on the desk, moaning in discomfort. Nino sat in the desk chair opposite the writer while Nathaniel stood next to the cosplaying detective. The “detective” then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tube of bubble solution and a bubble wand.)

Nino: (blows bubbles from the bubble wand with a stern look) Rise and shine, Marc.

Nathaniel: (smiles nervously) H-Hey Marc…um…how are you feeling?

(Marc rolls his head to the side, revealing his dreadfully exhausted face to the other two boys.)

Marc: (moans) My head…feels like it's going to split open…

Nino: (blows another bubble) Mhm. That would be the caffeine withdrawal hangover for you. Though we both already know that you are well familiar with the feeling.

Nathaniel: (shoots Nino a warning look) Nino…

Nino: (clears his throat, unfazed by Nathaniel’s glares) Anyway, enough beating around the bush. It’s time we all talk.

(Marc lifted his head off the table to give the “detective” an annoyed, tired look. His expression then turned into one of confusion as he took notice of the outfit that the young boy was wearing. The writer turned to look at Nathaniel with an eyebrow raised in confusion.)

Marc: Nath, why is Nino dressed as Sherlock Holmes?

Nathaniel: (sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose) I have asked the same question, Marc.

Marc: Wait, does that mean you are supposed to be Watson?

Nathaniel: (shakes his head and glances annoyed at Nino) No, apparently I’m supposed to be “good cop”.

Marc: (tilts his tired head in confusion) Wait…(yawns)...I’m confused….(points to Nathaniel) If you’re “good cop”...(points to Nino) and you’re “Sherlock Holmes”....then who’s “bad cop”...or…what’s even going on here? What are you guys even doing?

Nathaniel: (smirks) Actually, Nino’s supposed to be the “bad cop”. The Sherlock Holmes cosplay is just Nino doing his own thing.

Marc: (gives Nino an incredulous look) You do realize your “Sherlock Holmes” cosplay doesn’t make any sense if you guys are doing “Good Cop, Bad Cop”, right? I mean, for one thing, Sherlock Holmes was far too intelligent and dignified to resort to such a cliche interrogation tactic that wasn’t even developed during his time! Not to mention that Sherlock Holmes didn’t even work for the British Police! Yes, they did work together on a few cases, specifically with Inspectors Lestrade and Gregson the most, but still-...

Nino: (slams his hand hard on the desk, startling Marc with a jump) That’s enough out of you! Nathaniel and I are the ones asking the questions here, Anciel!

Marc: (rolls his eyes) And I thought Jean was over dramatic…

Nino: (regains his composure and clears his throat again) Anyway, I hardly think that you’re in any position to judge my choices right now. After all, you’ve made some rather “questionable” decisions yourself recently, now have you?

Marc: Not more questionable than your choice of interrogation methods…or fashion…

Nino: Got nothing to say, huh? That’s fine, we’ll start things off then. (opens the manila folder) I don’t care to mince words with you, so I’m just going to come out and say it. (picks up three pictures from the folder) We all know that someone gave you coffee and we know that someone had to be someone who didn’t know that you couldn’t have coffee for reasons that we all know too well, i.e. one of these three prime suspects.

(Nino places all three photos in front of Marc. The first photo was of Zoé Lee, the second was a photo of Devin Nolan, and the third photo was of Noelle Odeja. Marc takes a brief look at the photos and averted his gaze away from the pictures.)

Marc: You don’t know what you’re talking about, Nino. You couldn’t even be more wrong. (smirks tiredly) That ridiculous hat you’re wearing might be too tight.

Nino: (smirks, unfazed by Marc’s remark) Seeing as though you still have enough energy to be cheeky, you’ll have no problem naming your supplier.

(Nathaniel rolls his eyes at Nino using the word “supplier” again.)

Marc: What makes you think that someone gave me the coffee? How do you know I didn’t just get the coffee myself?

Nino: You mean other than the fact that you’ve done this before?

Nathaniel: (places a hand gently on the writer’s shoulder) Marc, we know you didn’t get the coffee yourself. We know your moms won’t let you have coffee and for good reasons, too. (The writer shifted his eyes away from Nathaniel, but the artist continued.) We also know that the coffee you’ve been drinking is from your mama’s shop since you would never betray the family business by drinking coffee from a different coffee shop, which brings us to the ultimate reason why we know that someone bought the coffee for you. You would never even think of trying to steal coffee from your mama because too good of a person.

(Marc remained silent, knowing he couldn’t argue with their reasons given that they were right. Marc was raised too well to steal anything and would feel like a traitor if he tried to buy coffee from anywhere other than his mama’s shop. Nino noticed how quiet the writer had become and smiled a satisfied smirk.)

Nino: (smugly) I’ll take your silence as proof that we’re right. Now then, as we speak, our three prime suspects are currently being interrogated by my lovely partner and her best friend…

Marc: (rolls his eyes in annoyance) Great…Alya and Marinette are doing this too, huh? Let me guess, is Alya dressed up as well? Is she Watson? Or maybe she’s that reporter from New York who always writes about Majesta?

Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) C’mon Marc, it’s Alya.

Marc: Yeah, you’re right, Nath. (smirks at Nino) She doesn’t quite share the same flair for the overdramatic as other people do (snickers).

Nino: (slightly offended) Mock me all you want, Anciel. One way or another, we are going to find out the truth. We don’t care how long it takes. We’ll keep going all day and night if we have to.

Marc: (smiles smugly) We can’t stay on school grounds past five.

Nathaniel: And we’re not doing this any longer than forty minutes.

Nino: We’ll keep going till five if we have to.

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Detective Nino is on the case (whether anyone asks or not)! Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this continuation of the "Why Marc Shouldn't Have Coffee" saga. I was going to do a full headcanon, but I decided to split it into parts since it was getting rather long. Probably a bit out of character for Marc to be a sarcastic, smart mouth in this headcanon, but in his defense, he's exhausted. Stay tuned for part two when we read about Alya interrogating the three suspects. Who do you think did the crime? Share your thoughts, opinions, and theories about the guilty party.

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Hmm… Part 2 because Max Luther refuses to be quiet

Max Luthor: Midnight Feline just sounds like a stage name; I hope you know that.

Thorn: Well, villains are supposed to have a little flair!

Max Luthor: I believe you share the same name with an eco-goth rocker from an early 2000s movie.

Thorn: It… She… I like rock music and I’m sapphic! Ha!

Max Luthor: Anything you need to tell yourself. And Kim… Kim… It sounds like you’re the king of footwear.

Croc King: It’s not my fault Crocs couldn’t think of a better name to call their brand!

Max Luthor: Why not call yourself Gator King?

Croc King: *Folds his arms* I happen to like crocodiles better.

Max Luthor: Caracal-

Caracal: *Snarls*

Max Luthor: *Quickly* Points for creativity.

Caracal: That’s what I thought.

Mudslide: *Laughing*

Max Luthor: And just what are you laughing at, mud boy? Oh, I’m so terrified of a villain called Mudslide.

Mudslide: … Never mind.

Diamond Demon: Don’t even think about-

Max Luthor: Telling you your name is both elegant and evil, and has an excellent use of alliteration?

Diamond Demon: Proceed.

Max Luthor: And Duality… Way to keep it subtle. You pass.

Duality: Yay!

Max Luthor: *Looks up at Colossus* … I’m not even gonna risk it.

Colossus: Good choice.

Max Luthor: Cerebal Queen… What the hell? Just adding King or Queen after a word your power is associated with is lazy as hell.

Cerebal Queen: Hey!

Caracal: Gotta agree with him there.

Arkham AU: What's in a Name

Sea Enchantress: Hey, Max. I have to ask, why don't you use a code-

Croc King: Ondy, don't get him started!

Sea Enchantress: What? I was just asking why he just goes by Max instead of a codename.

(Max has the smuggest smile on his face.)

Max Luthor: I don't need to hide behind a silly stagename.

Jestress: Well, some of us want to add some flare to our crimes! Would Paris tremble in fear at the name "Marinette"? I don't think so.

Max Luthor: Yes, because I shake in my boots at the name "Jestress". Everyone knows ren-fare employees are the biggest terror in the city.

Jestress: Uh... I... you shut up!

Adri-Quin: You leave Miss J alone, egghead! I happen to find it charming!

Max Luthor: Adrien, your name doesn't even make sense. Adri-Quin?

Adri-Quin: Yeah! Like a harlequin! It fits with da aesthetic!

Jestress: *nuzzling him* That's exactly right, puddin'

Max Luthor: If your name was Harley, then I would understand. But it's not, it's Adrien.

(The Clown Princess of Crime and her Prince Harming stick their tongues out at Max and storm off.)

Enigma: Riddle me this, who's a giant prick whose name rhymes with tax?

Max Luthor: Not a riddle, Cesaire. You have a gimmick so stick with it.

Venom Bringer: *Snarling* Do I need to get Mylene to gas you again?

Max Luthor: (Looks sheepish) No! I'll be quiet now.

Based partly off of a convo between me and Artzy. Make sure to comment and reblog. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

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