#im so evil about this

[raccoon-in-a-dumpster]

ALSO while I’m here

If I’m lookin at the special 10/20 SL cutscene right

Michael was the guard in 3 as well

In SL he came looking for either Baby or Elizabeth, but either way he must’ve known what happened, and then he went looking for his dad. Which means he must’ve known who was inside Springtrap

And they both. Kept trying to kill him

And Springtrap was very persistent

I see the stuff you RB about William being an awful dad but still. Can you imagine

That thing sneaking around? Crawling in the vent? It’s your father. And he wants to kill you.

Fucking hell, and did he know Ennard was going to scoop him??? Did he know the animatronics, led by Baby—his sister—was going to try to kill him?

He seemed to accept it in that cutscene but Jesus Christ

fuck and then they both came back in PS and they keep crawling back through the vents….back towards him. Trying to kill him. Elizabeth doesn’t even seem to recognize him. Did she recognize him the first time?? His dad doesn’t either; or if he does, he doesn’t care. Sure, he’s changed; he looks like a goddamn corpse, but he’s still…he’s still him.

Little terrified Evan is the only one who hasn’t come back as a robotic monstrosity and tried to kill him.

YESYESYESYESYES.

AND. the fact that he's also being hunted by an amalgamation of the children his father has killed (and maybe even Evan, depending on your opinions of things) AND Charlie (who i choose to believe he was relatively close to??). he's lost everything because he was either a stupid kid or his father was a horrible person.

and i feel like Lizzie didn't recognize Michael as Michael, but instead, as William.

imagine knowing your sister confused you for her father who caused so much misery. that would sting.

and. you can also factor in Henry burning the place to the ground. it's very unclear if he had Michael's consent before going through with it, and. y'know while i feel he might've? there's some folks who don't and that adds an extra layer of fucked-uppidness because MAN. mike lost everything and everyone and he's just. hes just a wet cat i think.

[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[ghosted-jazz]

Black Mercy

[xxplastic-cubexx]

something about first impressions idk

bonus:

[larvamars]

uumm dynamics practice

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

RESIDENT EVIL BODY TYPES THE SEQUEL!

part one...!

[theghooligan]

aemond: i love that my uncle tried to murder me in my own bed. he’s soooooooo afraid of me—

daemon, living it up in harrenhall:

[hahahalfwit]

I HATE MIRROR MIRROR IM GOIGN TO FROW UP

[lildarkvixen-art]

AND IF YOU SEE ME

YOU'RE PARALYZED

PILLAR OF SALT

YOU'RE MUMMIFIED

[guiiay]

mercenary’s scar

[ovegakart]

A while back, Legend was on a solo mission that had led him into an asteroid field and his ship took damage. Luckily, there was a space station nearby that he could land on and try for repairs. The Windfish Station was long abandoned but the power was still running. After landing only sort of crashing into the hanger he was greeted by the stations A.I., Marin. Marin helps Legend locate parts for his ship and she asks him to tell her about his adventures.

The station is old and crumbling, it wont last for much longer. Legend asks Marin if she wants to come with him. She says yes. But she cant leave without making sure the station and the data on it cant be claimed by monsters. So legend suggests blowing it up. Marin is sad but agrees. But she has always wanted to see more than the station so she is excited.

Legend repairs his ship and sets charges around the station.

Marin doesnt survive being extracted from the stations computer.

[choccy-sippy]

Art made for the final chapter of @blveherb’s fanfic “when your love was home”

Extremely emo rn can’t believe i also get to be a part of this journey. Thank u for writing this gem of a fanfic series. Where would I be without u 💔

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[aru-art]

long time no tma, here's the archival gang in my friends' & i's outfits :]

[they-call-me-youngermoney]

donna as fallen (2003) by evanescence

[fulgurbugs]

Traffy my beloved traffy