#the TERROR OOOOOOOOO

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haven’t posted any art in a bit sooo

FEAR WHEEL

(btw yes the dice is purposefully all snake eyes, just clarifying)

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Nikolai and Fyodor with s/o who is opposite of their personalities 👉👈

ooooooooo cute cute cute!!!! awh

An S/O who has their opposite personality

♡ pairing: Mykola Hohol, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How are these guys with a partner who has a personality that contrasts theirs?

♡ cw: Fyodor is kinda toxic (I love him as much as you do!! But be real here, it's Fyodor)

note: While writing this, it turned somewhat into a yandere thing so I had to backtrack a little lol, I might write some yandere hcs sometime though. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Mykola:

~ Reader is shy, soft-spoken, genuine and feels as if they're lacking direction.

Mykola can't seem to stay away from you. He just wants to spend every moment by your side- for your sake of course!

He loooooves to mess with people with more chill than him (you and Sigma are probably good friends in this scenario)

Because you don't really like to draw too much attention to yourself, he just does it for you! (you can protest all you like- he won't let up)

He did the whole 'don't heed the words of a clown' routine with you, but you continued to ask him questions about philosophy and life and stuff, his interest in you will continue to grow. His curiosity prompted him to continue seeing you and voila! Couple moment

He will be the 'they asked for no pickles' boyfriend for SURE, partially to help you but also maybe to annoy you a bit too lol

He's always doing his best to make you feel good about yourself and trying to help you become more assertive. Is it working? Not really- he's kind of a really really bad example, but we love him nonetheless

You've probably legitimately had to bail him out of trouble several times in the past (in this relationship you're the sensible one)

If you snitch to Fyodor he might help you discipline Mykola just a bit. But I mean Fyodor's kind of an enabler, so you're mostly on your own for that

Fyodor:

~ Reader is maternal, gentle, naive and very trusting.

Fyodor doesn't usually tend to like people like you, or so he thinks (he's madly in love with you- get GOT Dostoy!!)

He takes it on himself to be your protector- as cynical about humans as he is, he's concocted this idea that if he's not there to keep you safe, you'll get hurt.

In a way he kinda starts to see you as the epitome of innocence in humankind. You're so sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly, and that fact really begins to grow on him

Fyodor will also be the 'they asked for no pickles' boyfriend because you're too nice to say anything, but he doesn't accept anything less than the best for you

He'd never admit this but he really loves that you take care of him and makes sure he's eating and sleeping enough. He thinks it's really cute and appreciates it a lot

Wouldn't tell you about his work at all. At least about the terrorism part of it anyway lmao

Because of your naivety he would probably take the chance to be rather controlling and manipulative. He'd have a hand in where you go, what you do and who you're friends with, all without you realising it. He really is just that cautious

If anyone dares to be rude to you or hurt you, even you might not be able to convince him to not commit murder.

sorry to everyone whose reqs i haven't completed yet </3 i love you and i'm thinking of you i promise. thanks @arsonistclown for this req!!

[the-bloody-sadist]

Do you mind if I ask you some random thing? I used to love shounen and shoujo manga equally....But ever since I found BL manga 3 years ago, my interest in shoujosei (especially het romance) decrese a lot, and what I search for is just the dynamic between mc (male) and male lead...I don't want to read mc (female) and male lead or mc (male) and female lead...And what I want to read mostly are just mlm or wlw stories....

What do you think is happening to me? Is it really weird?

Ooooooooo I LOVE YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS QUESTION!! THAT'S SO FASCINATING! THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING ME! If my friends know anything about me it's that I LOVE to psychoanalyze, so let's see what I can do here *cracks every knuckle*---

I'll preface by saying I have NOT read any het romance in the MANGA world at least--or otherwise japanese/chinese/korean sources--but did grow up only reading/watching/writing that and thinking I hated romance in general because it was so fucking boring LMAO. If I can compare any het media to non-American BL media, I would have to say anime is my only reference!

With that said, I came through the same arc you did. I tried het romance my whole life, suddenly fell upon BL, said WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS AND WHY IS IT SO GOOD COMPARED TO THE SHIT I'VE BEEN READING, never went back to het romance, and now do BL in all shapes and forms full-time.

What seems to be the big factor in BL/yaoi being so much more enjoyable is that there's an inherent difference in the dynamic of male/male vs. male/female--as portrayed by media, at least. And there's just something about that dynamic that makes it more gripping. It's easier to feel that line of tension between the characters, not to mention the fact that most male/male couples' conflict is far more relatable than the ones I see in female/male. In het media, I tend to see incredibly petty choices of conflict, whereas a LOT of BL chooses trauma, mental illness, and sometimes the acceptance of being gay as the reasons the couples struggle.

I identify far more with those issues than I do with the more stupid conflicts I see in het media like "HE'S WITH ANOTHER GIRL WHATEVER SHALL I DO!" (and it's just his sister) or "HOW DO I KNOW IF I ACTUALLY LIKE HIM? MAYBE I DON'T! LET ME THROW HIM FOR LOOPS AND GO BACK AND FORTH!" and other common, annoying tropes. Especially the jealousy and love triangles. BL does some love triangles, but it's just less...petty? There are usually more founded issues for the conflict that comes from those situations.

I say this with hesitation, but I also feel that BL/yaoi tends to have more creative and unseen concepts than het media. Actually--erase that hesitation. I believe that wholeheartedly. They tend to choose traumatic situations more often than het media--and this is the important part--THEY PORTRAY THEM IN A MORE REALISTIC MANNER.

This doesn't go for all BL because of course it doesn't. An entire genre of different writers--many good and many bad--can never have a singular good trait shared between all of them. But the majority of BL that I've read that include scenes of rape, child abuse, or sex trafficking keeps some sense of terror and gravity to the situation. That's something I tend to see less of in het media. Instead, things often feel more exploitative or voyeuristic. Suffering as a spectacle, as they say. However, it may just have something to do with the female gender being the victim, which we've all seen countless times in all shapes and forms. It feels fresh and new to see a male character going through those issues, instead.

On that topic, I would add that the main audience for romance as a whole has always been dominated by women, so women are more likely to be the consumers of both het and queer romance. When it comes to yaoi, the automatic power balance of male/female is gone, leaving only male/male and opening the option for different ways to imbalance that power--automatically feeling more creative and new than the age old female-victim-male-aggressor-but-he's-kinda-hot trope. In addition to this, so many het romances have unapologetic portrayals of romanticized abuse (The Notebook, 50 Shades of Grey, Blade Runner [speaking to the romance PLOT, sorry, more obscure], the After series, The Kissing Booth, and so on) that never get brought up, never seem to affect the female lead negatively, and always get the couple together in the end. This is endlessly infuriating to me and I've never enjoyed the popular het romances for this reason. It feels like gaslighting--gaslighting of the audience--to see harsh moments of outright abuse and then see the female lead react as if it's sexy, and to feel nothing but gut-freezing disgust as a viewer. It's even more painful when the audience around you also reacts in that way because they're so used to seeing it in your everyday het romance.

Contrasting this with yaoi/BL media--this issue is completely flipped. Countless stories show abuse, address the abuse, portray the male lead suffering from the effects of that abuse, and proceed with a motivation to fix, endure, or to run away from that abuse. To claim that yaoi/BL has less romanticization of said abuse is not wholly true, but the problem for me has always been that het romance PRETENDED THE ABUSE DID NOT EXIST AND/OR IS SEXY AND NORMAL. Whereas yaoi seemed more self-aware that they were writing abuse, and--if they chose to romanticize it--more often did so because the abuse was being experienced through the eyes of the victim. This is important because victims of abuse in reality DO this to cope and survive, so the romanticization is a direct result of a trauma response, and it's made far more clear in yaoi that this is the case.

This is why the kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome romances (Killing Stalking at the top), and toxic relationship themes in BL are far more attractive and validating to read.

Say, for instance, the romances that include themes of kidnapping, sexual assault, and captivity in het media. What have we got for that that's good and actually explores the nature of abuse? What I tend to see that meets that criteria (possibly) isn't really included in the romance category at all--it's either listed as horror or it's a lightened romcom version of that event (kidnapping, specifically)--unless you think of the more popular ones like 365 Days where it's supposed to be sexy and everyone has no brain. I might be flimsy on my point here, since this is the first time I've tried to pick apart this subject, so I apologize. But in addition to these het romances with the themes that I'd like to see not really existing in a way that's been done WELL--I also personally can't watch a woman getting hurt the way I can watch a man getting hurt.

We've seen enough women suffering onscreen, and most of the times the way it gets filmed ends up feeling sexualized in some way--especially if it's a horror movie or a thriller romance. I personally don't enjoy the lack of emotional depth in these types--and clearly they're most often written to be sexy or shock horror more than serious. Trauma doesn't feel real in these stories, so it's intensely triggering to watch it happen onscreen without a resolution to that trauma.

Going back to yaoi/BL, their romances include and very often feature abusive relationships or straight-up hostage romances. But the way they're handled is the big difference. Even though some treat the abuse like sexy porn scenes and I find myself dropping them for the same triggers that set me off in het media, this is much less of a problem, and you can get your thrills without the invalidation of watching trauma happen without being treated like trauma. There's often an arc of learning for the abuser, the relationship healing/improving (and I don't care that it's not morally correct or realistic for this to happen because it's fiction and we all need our coping mechanisms for reality), and a satisfying end where both the characters learn how to love each other. In their own way.

This makes the trauma feel raw and the healing feel rewarding, which is what I come to see. It feels like more BL writers get this and have actually been through some shit.

Lastly, it's not weird that you feel this way, and I'm worried that the discourse on social media about people who exclusively enjoy yaoi/BL has influenced that belief in a lot of people. It shouldn't be that way, and I hope people come around to the actual logic instead of copy-pasting what everyone else says to fit in!

IN ANY CASE, I HAVE RAMBLED FAR TOO LONG ON PRETTY MUCH THE SAME POINT, BUT I HOPE THIS HELPED!! That's the main difference that I'm drawn to yaoi for and I hope it might have helped you see why you are, too!!

Much love to you, and again, thank you SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME THIS QUESTION!! I loved getting to answer that.

[darksiders-scenarios]

Ooooooooo.....I liked Samael as a husband. Do you have more head canons with him as a spouse or lover?What would he be like finding out his significant other was pregnant? (With his child of course.)

As a Spouse/ Lover

Samael’s devotion and loyalty, underscored by his demonic nature, would involve a blend of protectiveness and dark charm. His standards would mean that he would operate within a certain code, making him an honourable partner despite his capacity for destruction.

His demonstrations of love would involve grand gestures born from the depths of the demonic realms—gifts that are rare and powerful, always ensuring that his partner would feel valued in ways that only a being of his stature could manage.

His evil, yet principled nature, would make Samael a cunning and resourceful partner, always plotting several steps ahead to ensure the well-being and advantage of his spouse.

Despite the ongoing chaos that surrounds his existence, Samael would strive to create a sanctuary for his spouse – and the focus would solely be on the peace and connection they would share.

Discovering His Spouse Is Pregnant

Samael’s initial reaction that he will be a father would be laced with a sense of pride and a touch of concern over the implications of bringing his child into the fold - a being with his bloodline.

Despite the concerns, there would be an undeniable surge of pride and an instinctual drive to ensure the safety and success of his offspring.

Emotions that he rarely explored or displayed would come to the surface, with him beginning to wrestle with questions of morality, legacy, and the kind of influence he would wish to be.

The news would also solidify the depth of his connection with his spouse, seeing the pregnancy as a testament to their bond.

In quiet moments, Samael would find himself speaking to the unborn child. He would speak of the worlds beyond, of the beauty and terror of creation, of the power they will inherit, and the responsibility it carries. He would vow to guide them through the complexities of their heritage.

Samael, even with his vast knowledge and power, would recognise the value in seeking guidance from figures beyond his usual confidants, particularly when it pertains to parenthood and the cosmic role his child might assume.

Samael would begin to prepare for parenthood in ways that would be as strategic as they would be tender. This would involve securing alliances or ensuring a realm safe for his family, but also softer, more personal preparations like creating a chamber that his child can call their own, or selecting artifacts and tomes that would aid in their education and growth.

With his spouse, Samael would pour over ancient tomes and celestial maps, selecting the knowledge to be passed down to their child.

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Final Boss Part 1 of 2

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Bay: Terror Squad Shenanigans. Lyric and Legend are still determined to take down the Evil Raggedy Nick 😅😂 and are trying a few more things to make it happen. They were not counting on meeting the true final boss however. That boss babe is Grandma, Mrs. Brooklyn Kay. Ooooooooo, y’all are in troublllllle!!

Previously at Grandma & Grandpa’s

[ignisuada]

Here's a quick teaser for some stuff,

Ahem

Texiptia, the forever oasis, full of sand, mines, and stuff for those 21+, though a certain 15 year old can learn from the leader there how to Build a town

The dark forest, realm of fae and beasts, where hunters are trained, and a certain "bunny" can learn to be Strong

EarthCrater, a whole world buried underground, the new of the monsters from mount nestia, and where wannabe royals can learn how to use Magic

The strawberry kingdom, a cutesy city by the shore that's a respite for those terrorized by the sea, and where fluffy dummies can learn to Explore (and Swim)

Plus a few more, hehehehe

OOOOOOOOO

[see-arcane]

OOOoooooo your crossover reminds me of the time my friend Jeremy wrote about a Dracula and Frankenstein crossover which was surprisingly nicer and fluffier than it sounds and now that he's finished it we're trying to incorporate Phantom of the Opera into it as a sequel :O how did you get the idea to start your thing about Jonathan Harker?

If you mean "Death May Die," then the answer is that I piggybacked off an idea from the currently in-progress comic, The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolk, being updated here.

It's going to involve a heap of classic literature public domain characters coming together to go on extraordinary adventures and suchlike. I got so excited by the concept I sort of jumped the gun and wrote three AU stories based just off the hints and synopsis before the comic even got rolling. Oops.

(Once again, apologies for Goncharov-ing your stuff @lxgentlefolkcomic)

But if you're referring to the miscellaneous original Harker Horrors I'm working on ala Barking Harker, Penclosa, and so on, the answer is that ever since Dracula Daily of last year I have been inspired to chew Jonathan Harker and his narrative into screaming confetti in order to satisfy the maddening brain itch he causes in me.

(Sorry, Jonathan. You're just very fun to terrorize.)

[starry-blue-echoes]

So i was thinking about the josuke early bird au where josuke is fully raised by dio and is in a kinda denile that they are bad guys

And so you have okuyasu and josuke who are fully in denile about being the bad guys

Keicho who knows that are the bad guy and does care

And koichi who knows that are bad guys and cares so much but he cant get though to anyone or do anything with out putting himself at risk so he gives up trying.

This changes when the crusaders (now much older and ig Joseph wouldn’t be there) try to stop dio. Lets say pol and kak have defected at this point to join jotaro but its much more complicated and traumatic for them becuase they have been flesh blood slaves to dio for over a decade.

Koichi takes a chance to escape and does it joining the crusaders side. And this cause josuke to completely spiral becuase he feel betrayed by koichi and doesnt instand why he would do this. His denile mask starts to crack a bit. Josuke is struggling becuase he loves and values his friends like family and would of gone against dio orders to protect them. But now with koichi on the other side and his feeling of betrayal he doesnt quit know what to do.

Koichi is trying to reason with josuke every opportunity he gets to various different degree of failure and success

Okuyasu is in the same boat as josuke with being hurt and confused but keicho knows exactly why koichi did it and is pissed becuase he think koichi is compromising all of them because he doesnt believe the crusaders could possibly defeat dio

OOOOOOOOO Y E S S S S S S S

What if Koichi was sent out to fight the Crusaders in an attempt from Dio to get Koichi more on his side. He knew the young boy had always had mixed feels of apprehension towards him because of his role in Echoes’s manifestation, so he decided to try and use this as a way to make it clear to Koichi that he was the safer alternative. His first idea was probably to fleshbud Koichi, but that wouldn’t go well at ALL with the other kids and was off the table

And honestly, the whiplash he gets when he sees Polnareff and Kakyoin again. They might have some memories of Koichi, depending on how much the buds messed with their memories, but to Koichi he’s having to fight two people who had been there since his childhood. Seeing them act so differently hurts so, so much because these weren’t the people he knew, those people were fake twisted puppets controlled by Dio, these people were real and for over a decade they were mind controlled and he couldn’t help them

There’s also going to be some terror when he looses the fight. Dio doesn’t take failure lightly, and being close with Josuke is only going to protect him so much. Koichi might have a breakdown here honestly. He doesn’t want to fight, he’s never wanted to fight. He just wants to live safely with his brother and Josuke and Okuyasu and Keicho. It’s all he’s ever wanted.

And it’s in this moment that the Crusaders see him. They notice all the little details, the light scars in his skin, the abnormal muscle mass, the way his fighting had been so natural and experienced, and finally they see who and what he truly is.

A small, terrified child who’s never had a choice other than to fight

At first they’d probably try to send him somewhere safe, presumably to a Speedwagon Foundation facility, but then they very quickly learn that a) there are three other kids who’d been raised alongside him, and b) Koichi has made it VERY clear that as terrified as he is of going back he’s sure as hell not leaving them behind

So now they have a new member of the team with a weird Stand and fuck ton of baggage

[whofanforsexed]

Food Diary: Week Six

A cheeseburger wrap (ft. Laughing Cow, chopped spring onion & spinach, fried onion, and Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce), Sinfadil, elder-flower cordial, pork chow mien, salt & pepper chicken, two episodes of Bly Manor (OooooooOo), sleep,

Pork chow mien, won ton soup, Doctor Who (Spyfall), Doctor Who (Planet Of The Spiders), Doctor Who (Robot) sleep.

A cheeseburger wrap (ft. cheesy garlic mashed potato, ground black pepper, chopped spring onions & spinach, melted plastic cheese, and Caroline Reaper Extra Hot Sauce), two episodes of Bly Manor (in many ways the actual finale, followed by a sort of Gothic french fancy), peas (with butter & pepper), another cheeseburger wrap (ft. cheesy garlic mashed potato, peas [with butter & pepper], ground black pepper, melted plastic cheese, and Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce), Doctor Who (Robot), Doctor Who (Genesis Of The Daleks), sleep.

Summer Camp Island (nonsense with Yetis, unicorn training, and a total callout of Dyspraxic/ADHD disorganization), a deepfried chicken strip wrap (ft. cheesy garlic mashed potato, chopped spring onions & spinach, salt, ground black pepper, and flatgrilled jalapeno cheese bites), a jumbo battered sausage & curry sauce, some chips, a glass of white wine, several spicy tortilla chips, several slices of white chocolate & raspberry blondie, a can of fruity cider, several Sour Cream & Sweet Chili Kettle Chips, The Great Gatsby (honestly a great adaptation of a terrible story? I might be being overly harsh but I just really dislike all the characters as people, which seldom endears me to a narrative), a cheesy garlic mashed potato wrap (ft. Laughing Cow cheese spread, chopped spring onions & spinach, bacon, ground black pepper, melted plastic cheese, and deepfried chicken strips), sleep.

Medium fries, a McDonalds quarter-pounder with cheese, another a cheesy garlic mashed potato wrap (ft. Laughing Cow cheese spread, chopped spring onions & spinach, bacon, ground black pepper, melted plastic cheese, and deepfried chicken strips), a spare chicken curry, toast (ft. butter), episodes 4-6 of The Nevers (a little over familiar at second rewatch in almost as many weeks but still engaging), sleep.

A handful of of small chocolate coated spiced biscuit things, Dutch pea & ham soup (ft. other veg), buttered toast, a short Youtube video on the historical accuracy of costumes in The Nevers, several episodes of PBS Eons (dinosaurs and sea creatures and mammals and all sorts), two slices of cold pizza (ft. ham and no pineapple), two glasses of J20 Spritz and (red), the final episode of American Crime Story (an intense, character focused finale structured around the interplay between scenes more than big setpiece moments), a battered fish wrap (ft. Laughing Cow, ground black pepper, and salsa), an episode of Brand New Cherry Flavour (ft. basements, betrayals, mystery orifices, hookups with movie stars, a zombie, a tarantula, offscreen ants, and a large dog), sleep.

Several loose ends of bread (toasted with butter & Marmite), some of the Big Finish Eight Doctor audio adventure Zagreus (The doctor is lapsing in and out of being possessed by the eponymous embodiment of AntiTime, who has taken his name from ‘a time lord nursery rhyme’, which leads to a lot of scenes of McGann acting off himself. Charlie is being taken through something something projections based on memories something something, with an avatar of the TARDIS impersonating the Brigadier for... reasons. There are moments of charm but the attempts at surrealism are rather laboured and the whole thing has a four hour runtime, which seems gratuitous by any standard), Doctor Who (Genesis Of The Daleks), two deepfried chicken strip wraps (ft. Laughing Cow, ground black pepper, cheesy garlic mashed potato, bacon, chopped spring onion & spinach, and plastic cheese), Doctor Who (Terror Of The Zygons), peas (ft. butter, salt, and pepper), sleep.

[whumpwillow]

"Please save me." Begs the injured Supervillain, while Hero looks on in shock, before she begins to tend to his wounds.

ooooooooo i LOVE this one—gonna go for something slightly different than my usual trope so here goes

during a fight with each other, a building collapses. Hero manages to escape but Villain is trapped by fallen debris that breaks their bones and makes it so they cannot get out.

The Villain has always had so much obvious bravado, but it all fell away the moment their bones shattered and they realized they wouldn’t be able to get out on their own. They begin to panic, tugging at their body that refuses to work, knowing that either the building falls down around and crushes them to death, or Hero will get to them first

Hero finds Villain struggling with increasingly panicked attempts, shrieking cries coming from their lips. Villain whips their head around when they realize Hero is there, and Hero sees tears streaming down their face making tracks in the dust on their cheeks.

Villain thinks Hero is going to kill him and abject terror floods his system. He doesn’t want to die. He begs Hero to save him, and she does. (It wasn’t a hard choice to make)

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

ooo i definitely want to know more about how they managed to stay in that big old house 👀 especially if its an important house, how come nobody found out about them? or are the ray doll family like. a village urban legend people tell their kids, to stay away from the haunted old house...

also, dont they have any friends? dont they tire from always seeing each other everyday, especially a growing kid like glen/glenda??

OOOOOOOOO I HAVE A VERY INTERESTING STORY ABOUT THAT!!

You see, OceanBerry is very much like the town of Derry from the It books and movies (not the killer clown stuff, just the weirdness of the people themselves and OceanBerry itself being a very closed off town and community that loves to keep to itself due to its strangeness)

The people who live in the town are very much normal people, but the one thing that's off with them is they like keeping their business their business

In the house the Ray occupy, there used to live a big, mean, brute of a man who used to be a lumberjack/wood worker who was very well known for being the Town Bully, or the Town Drunk Prick as he used to be called (his name was something like, Big Bill or another). He used to TERRORIZE the residents that so happened to cross his path and was also a serial killer as well (there's no police in OceanBerry, they tried to get Hackensack's police involved but there "wasn't enough evidence" since Hackensack itself is..... not the best, so now they were all too afraid of him to do anything) so everyone (esp teens and children) was not enjoying their time in OceanBerry for a long time

That was until the Rays rolled into town, looking for a place to move themselves into, Chucky breaking in and both him and Tiff killing Big Bill in the process and taking over his living quarters and everything in it (TVs, beds, food, etc etc)

A few days after no word or hair of Big Bill, a few of the townsfolk (the ones that hated Big Bill the most lol) went to see if Big Bill was still around and were OVERJOYED when they found the Monster of the BlueBerry Seas to be long gone and out of everyone's hair!

The noise of celebration and jubilation made Chucky curious so he went to get a peek and saw how happy these townsfolk were and saw an opportunity! He revealed himself to be the doll that killed the bastard and was flattered that they thought him as a hero of sorts (in a messed up and weird way)! Thus forming a friendship with those townsfolk and making a deal with the entire town that in exchange for what Chucky had done for OceanBerry, he and his family were free to do whatever they please and live in the house, for Chucky, his reward was he gets to kill any newcomer that so happens to drive into town (for whatever reasons it may be, cannot be family members or very close friends of the townsfolk, has to be a stranger) and all the townsfolks, being the way they were before, keep their mouths zipped and shut!

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WOOOO that was a lot of writing I did there! Hope you enjoy reading and have an amazing wonderful day my friend!!

[retphienix]

Ooooooooo, Nasty!

First off, Akechi's stuff: He in no uncertain terms believes the PT are in it purely for domestic terrorism.

He's outing himself in this scene as, at least currently, believing no one could do what they are doing with truly good intents- he simply can't see the possibility- it's all or nothing and in his eyes the PT are responsible for the breaks as well and are merely covering up their acts of terrorism with good PR.

Ooooooh that's nasty.

The follow up is some revelations on Sojiro and Sae- namely Sojiro is watching over the daughter of a mental break victim- which purely paints what Sae is doing as SLIMY~!

As she is suspicious that Sojiro knows something about the breaks because he volunteered to watch over a victim's daughter- and is threatening him with fucking prison under the guise of abuse just to get him to talk.

Again, the uncertainty of whether he's done anything is intended to be here, but everything up to now has implied no- spoilers pretty much demand no- and THIS SCENE implies no by a hefty margin because both of them don't talk of Sojiro as an abuser- they talk of him as a potential asset in their case, that's all he is to them, ICKY!

LOVE this coat of slime.

[doodleimprovement]

The Ghosts of Subcon Forest

Wow I wrote another ficlet based off another of @cupcakeshakesnake‘s art posts that you can see here. 

This is the last one I promise ajkdkasldjshd

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Hat Kid had heard the scary stories of the ghosts of the Subcon Forest. Cooking Cat - though she’d only known the kid for a few days - had showered her in the horrifying tales of a ghostly king and queen with rag doll children and ghoulish animals. 

It honestly all sounded pretty cool to Hat Kid, who had gone down to the forest once the cat lady left. 

It was indeed dark, but it didn’t feel nearly as foreboding at the Cooking Cat made it seem. 

The colors were cold, but not uninviting. 

The glowing of certain plants gave the forest an ethereal, gentle aura - at least to her. 

She was so enthralled that she didn’t notice the trap beneath her feet until it was too late. 

Stuck in a sack, she feebly attempted to escape until the bag was untied, and she was unceremoniously dropped into a large, fluffy-feeling palm. 

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA FOOOOOL!!! YOU HAVE FALLEN INTO MY DOMAIN” The booming, echoing voice yelled. Hat Kid looked up- terror evident in her eyes as she stared up at the glowing, fanged face of the ghost king of Subcon Forest. 

“NOW, YOUR SOUL ISS-Oh shit” He paused, staring in surprise at the little girl in his hands “You’re not one of those bumbling mafia idiots. How old are you?” 

Hat kid’s brow furrowed in confusion “Uh.. Uhm…. 8?” She guessed. 

“Oh, OH!” His head turned “VANESSA! ITS A KID!” 

“Oh?????” A lighter, but still echoing voice came from the shadows, and suddenly the ghost before her started to change size, shrinking and adjusting his hold until she was resting on his arm. 

“Yeah, not even double digits. Geez, I almost just took her soul and gobbled it up without thinking” He grumbled “I am pretty hungry” 

“Well thank goodness you didn’t! We don’t take children’s souls” a similar being made themselves known, with legs this time, and sharp looking fingers, but strangely kind eyes. She looked down at Hat Kid, and her jagged mouth formed what Hat Kid assumed was supposed to be a kind smile. 

“Hello there, child. What brings you to Subcon Forest?” 

“Uh.. uhm….” 

“Oh, hah! Where are my manners?” The red ghost interrupted “I am Queen Vanessa. This is my partner, he tends to go by “The Snatcher” these days” 

“King Snatcher, Vannie” The ghoul holding her corrected. 

“Yes dear, of course. And what is your name?” Vanessa looked back at her

“Uh..  I go by hat kid” 

“Ooh, not giving your name. Smart kid. I mean, we’re not Fae so we can’t use your name, but smart” Snatcher complimented. 

“And why are you in our forest, Hat Kid?” 

“Uh, have you seen any hourglasses? About…” She made a large size with her arms “This big? Its fuel for my ship and they’re really important” 

“Hourglasses… Hm, oh yeah, one landed in the manor, didn’t it?” Vanessa thought “I think I saw another near the village” 

“I think one landed on my reading tree! Those were flying through the sky like meteors!” Snatcher announced 

“I- I need to get them!! … please?” Hat Kid muttered the last word 

“Oh, well if they’re so important, surely!” Vanessa nodded “We’ve no need for Hourglasses from space, no no” 

“Buuuuuut” Snatcher cut her off “We need a few favors from you first. 3 hourglasses, 3 favors, that sound fair, kiddo?” 

Before Hat Kid could even respond, Vanessa jumped in “Favors?? Luka, honestly” 

“Just some of the lighter stuff, Vannie! Mail, those fire ghosts, I’m not tossing her in my lab or anything” 

“You have a lab??” Hat kid jumped in his arm “That’s so cool!!” 

“Hah! I told you I was cool” Snatcher grinned at Vanessa “Well she must be a nerd too, dear” The woman rolled her eyes “Well… how do you feel about helping us, Hat Kid?” 

“Oh,uh, I’ll help! No problem!” She jumped in Snatcher’s arm, who then put her down. 

“Excellent!! Let’s get it in writing, shall we?” The ghost snapped his fuzzy looking fingers and a scrolled paper appeared with a burst of flame. 

Hat Kid hoped this wasn't some kind of trick. 

oOoOoOoOo

At long last. She was going home. 

It only took two solid months of running around and getting the crap beat out of her by birds and mafia guys and one time- just as a “test”- by a ghost! 

And then there was the whole thing with Mustache girl. 

Yeah, she might not be super fond of her home planet, but at least she’d reunite with Bow and they’d get to explore the galaxy together. 

She was gonna miss the crazy planet though. Especially Vanessa and Snatcher (She tried calling him Luka and he threw whatever the adult ghost version of a “fit” was) They were really nice, even if Snatcher decided he wanted to test her magical abilities. 

He was a bit of a butt, but Vanessa made up for him. 

Admittedly, she was still surprised when she saw him, not Vanessa, hanging outside her ship, asking her if she was really leaving. 

She felt a little bad for knocking him off, but he could float, he’d be fine. 

In fact, he was so fine that he popped into her bridge and scared her half to death. 

“Heya kiddo! Not even gonna say goodbye, hm?” 

Feeling a little embarrassed, she grabbed at the bottom of her oversized shirt 

“.... I didn’t wanna say bye” she admitted

“And why is that?” He asked, his voice almost seemed soft. 

“Well uh… cause I wanna come back” She explained further “My friend, she’s still on my home planet, and I wanna get her! We always said we’d fly together in space and I keep my promises!” 

“Hah, heck yeah you do kid, you’re one of the best contractors I’ve had in years!” He complimented, holding up his hand, which had a brown bag in it. “Vannie wanted me to give these to you before you left. She made you -” 

“COOKIES???” 

She jumped on him to grab the bag, which he lifted up further 

“Ah ah ah, gotta sign a contract” She backed off him with a confused and slightly annoyed look. A contract popped into being, and had a pretty simple request

[COME BACK AND BRING YOUR FRIEND] 

She couldn’t help the glassy eyes as she stared at it. 

All the other planets she’d been to on her test, on her adventure, no one ever asked her to come back. 

She grabbed her marker and scribbled her name carefully. 

“Nice” he responded, looking down at her with a rather genuine smile, putting the cookie bag down, and reaching around his neck for his handkerchief. 

“Huh?” 

“Well, Vanessa’s giving you something, and I think I should give you somethin’ too” he reasoned “I’ve got a dozen of these, I can give you one” He admitted, unfolding the handkerchief and draping it over her shoulders. It was as big as a shawl. 

She grabbed it with her tiny hands and looked up at him with those glassy eyes. 

“Th-thank you…” 

He pat her head “See you soon, kid?” 

She reached out and hugged his noodly tail “See you soon” 

Taking a moment to think he grabbed the girl and gave her a quick, full hug before letting go 

“Don’t take too long! Vanessa can get impatient” 

Hat kid giggled “You got it!” She gave him a little salute, before he flew directly through her window. 

She stared down at the forest, her smile wide and excited. 

Oh, she’d definitely be back. 

Bow was gonna love this. 

[onlyplatonicirl]

Wha-nooo I’m not babey.....I drew a certain tcoti character......... :3

:OOOOOOOOO

ummmmmmmmmmm terror??? He’s babey (minus the murder part)

Also yes u r baby shush uwu

[maxdark158]

Chapter 4!! WOOT! Check out the OG creator, @ozmav as the first day in her Damian Wayne fic is still canon in mine so far

tw for panic attacks

Characters are probably OOC because MLB is a kids show

Ps: I AM doing a partner fic to this from Damian’s POV and I AM doing a sequel to both of these, stay tuned

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Ao3

Fanart for AiG: Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman

Please tag me in any fanart you draw for this guys ^^

Enjoy!

oooOOOooo

Her hotel room was bland. There’s a creepy painting of two children in a bucket on the wall. The bed was stiff and the sheets are scratchy.

Marinette wasn’t sure when she got to her hotel room. She couldn’t remember walking in. She didn’t know what time it was or how long she stood outside in the first place. She was a puppet on strings. She didn’t know who was pulling them.

Distantly, she heard someone talking. She knew it had to be Tikki, nobody else was in her hotel room, but she didn’t have the energy to answer or to even fully listen.

Damian Wayne was Robin.

Of all things, she recognized his voice. He almost called her Angel during The Riddler incident too. She didn’t know why it clicked then, perhaps the similar wording?

It was easy to deduce the identities of Gotham’s other heroes after that.

Tim was obviously Red Robin. He complimented her ability to solve The Riddler’s riddles when he rescued her and was questioning her IQ as Tim after that. Jason clearly went easy on her during their spar, because Red Hood had many more skills than he showed then – not that Marinette cared about the spar now. Or anything else really.

Nightwing must be the brother she didn’t officially meet, though she did see him on her first day here at Wayne Enterprises. And Bruce Wayne was Batman. Marinette hadn’t met all the Gotham heroes or all the Waynes, but what she knew matched up.

She ignored the sheets, the bed, the painting, and the room for a moment. “Tikki,” her voice was hoarse – how long had it been since the goodbye? – “How did I figure out Damian was Robin when it took me so long to figure out Adrien was Chat?”

“I’m sorry Marinette,” Tikki’s voice sounded far away, muffled. “The magic of the miraculous must have tampered with your reasoning for Adrien. I assume that since you know it’s him now, there was no use of it anymore. You likely would have known Adrien was Chat from the beginning if it was never there.”

Tikki might have said something else, but she didn’t know. The ringing in her ears was louder than her kwami. The hotel room seemed to fade away, and she was trapped in the hollow darkness.

Marinette was a horrible person and friend.

Dread was ice water coursing through her body. It was freezing, she wasn’t sure if she had any real blood anymore.

It was her fault. It was her fault that she knew Damian was Robin, she has no right to know that he’s Robin when he’s clearly keeping it secret to protect himself and his family. Marinette didn’t deserve to know.

Guilt was the crushing weight chaining her to the ground. It got heavier and heavier. She struggled to stay upright.

Why did she have to be such a screw-up? She and Damian even discussed this, they talked about how friends didn’t have to tell each other everything. Marinette didn’t deserve to be his friend.

Sadness was mint in her mouth and wetness on her cheek. The wetness was real though, surrounding her and drowning her. She struggled in it, her movements sluggish under the pressure.

She betrayed his trust. She found out something he wasn’t comfortable with her knowing. Marinette was worse than Alya.

Her throat felt tight.

Marinette should have never tried to have friends again, not when she always screwed up. Damian didn’t deserve to have someone as awful as her as a friend.

Her lungs ached.

Damian deserved better.

She couldn’t breathe.

She wasn’t breathing.

Distantly, Marinette thought that she didn’t deserve to.

“Marinette, please calm down please,” the voice sounded desperate. “Marinette you’re having a panic attack and you aren’t breathing, please-”

She gasped for air as if she had been drowning. Her breaths were heavy, her body desperate to gain back the oxygen she deprived it of. Marinette tried to calm herself, she needed to stop herself from dissociating, from spiraling.

Deep breath.

She needed to focus.

Deep breath.

The sheets are scratchy. The fabric was clearly cheap, she often saved her allowance to try and afford better supplies when she designed.

Deep breath.

The bed was stiff. Marinette wished it had more pillows like hers at home. She wished it was soft, more relaxing. It was hard sleeping on it, but it was hard sleeping anyway.

Deep breath.

She could see the creepy painting of two children in a bucket on the wall. It was black and white except for the blue color of their shirts. Their eyes were wide in surprise or fear she didn’t know.

Deep breath.

Her hotel room is bland. The off-white color of the walls matched the off-white carpet and the off-white sheets. The furniture was also all white. It was a little bright, but it needed more color. More design to it.

Deep breath.

“Marinette?” Tikki asked.

Deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry I-”

Tikki shook her head. “Are you alright?”

Marinette shook her head. She hadn’t had an attack that bad in years. Not since-

The memories came hurtling back, and she gripped the sheets as if they could save her. She didn’t want to remember don’t make her remember please don’t please-

Deep breath.

She was disassociating again. She needed to find a way to stay present.

“Why don’t you try designing?” Tikki’s voice was far away again, but Marinette clung to it like a lifeline.

She might have nodded. She didn’t remember. She didn’t remember moving. But suddenly she was sitting at the white desk with her travel sewing machine and her sketchbook. She had the fabric she bought here before The Riddler incident. She and Damian dropped it off before going for ice cream.

Deep Breath.

Her sketchbook was open but her brain wouldn’t let her process what was on the page. It was colored though, red and black. She bought red and black fabric for her ladybug inspired jacket, but she had no problem using it now.

She wanted out of her own head. Designing, making clothes, those things grounded her.

Tikki was telling a story in the background, of what Marinette didn’t know. She couldn’t pay attention right now, she wasn’t even fully aware of what she was making.

But it was calming her. She was able to focus on her movements instead of her thoughts, go through the motions of something she loved.

Lila had taken many things from her, but she never did take her joy for designing.

The measurements she was following were on the page. She wasn’t conscious of what they actually were. But she measured, she cut, and she sewed.

She could feel the fabric under her fingers, the coolness of her sewing machine. Her vision was blurred and her cheeks were wet.

Measure, cut, sew.

She needed to make it up to Damian somehow. Should she reveal herself to him – a quid pro quo?

Measure, cut, sew.

No. She didn’t know how many villain fights or what type Robin got in but if he accidentally told anyone she would be in danger. Whether another villain made a deal with Hawkmoth or somehow got akumatized – her identity was secret for a reason.

Measure, cut, sew.

She had to protect her family first and foremost. But Damian… she ruined her friendship with him. She made a huge, unfixable mistake and there’s no way he would ever want to be around her anymore once he knew.

Sew. Sew. Sew. Sew. Sew. Sew.

That’s to say… If he knew…

Sew. Sew. Sew. Sew. Sew.

But Marinette couldn’t do that! That would be even more of a betrayal of trust to keep a secret about him from him, and she personally would like to know if she compromised her identity…

Sew. Sew. Sew. Sew.

If Hawkmoth wasn’t a threat anymore, she would tell him. He clearly knew how to keep a secret, though her figuring it out wasn’t exactly a good moment.

Sew. Sew. Sew.

And she did have that plan for getting rid of Hawkmoth, the one she got from the Gotham City Heroes and Villains Museum. She became inspired by Damian and his family to track the akuma and find Hawkmoth.

Sew. Sew.

Fight him face to face. End the terrorism and suffering once and for all.

Stitch.

Marinette blinked through her tears. It seemed they finally stopped. Her half-baked plans paused, and she looked at what she created.

A hand immediately flew to her mouth to stifle the new wave of sobs rising in her throat. A fresh wave of tears fell, spilling onto the fabric in her other hand.

She made the Robin hoodie.

She made the Robin hoodie that she designed.

It was red, though the bottom hem of it was yellow. The sleeves were black and the torso part of the hoodie was red. The string to the hoodie was also red, but it has thick yellow stripes, like the yellow marks down the middle of Robin’s suit.

The cuffs of the sleeve were green and had little cloth triangles on them. The triangles were smaller than the ones Robin had on his gloves, but the cardboard in them helped them stick out as they did on the hero's costume.

The hood, like the sleeves, was black, but the inside was yellow, much like Robin’s cape. Robin’s label was on the shoulder, black and yellow.

Marinette glanced at the sketchbook page that she was going off of. It sprinkled in wet marks – likely her own tears – but the measurements she remembered writing.

She remembered writing them when she and Damian got lunch before ice cream.

She remembered trying to estimate his measurements without asking for them.

She remembered adding a few centimeters just in case…

She made Damian a Robin hoodie. She made Damian a hoodie of himself.

She glanced back at the hoodie, recognizing the yellow and green fabric. It was from the old sweater that she brought in case she got cold at night… she didn’t even remember getting it out…

Of course she made this of course her subconscious is aware of how awful she is. She’s despicable and doesn’t deserve Damian-

“Marinette?” Tikki’s voice was quiet. Tired.

“I’m okay,” she said, mentally digging her heels into the present moment. She could not dissociate again. She could not spiral again.

Deep breath.

Marinette carefully hung up the hoodie she made in the small hotel room closet. She threw away the sweater and saved whatever scraps of fabric left behind – maybe she could make a hat.

“I’m sorry Tikki,” her voice was wobbly and hoarse. “I’m so sorry I-”

“Marinette,” Tikki flew to her, face full of pity – no, understanding. Sympathy. “It’s not your fault.”

“But-” it was! She found out his identity she ruined their friendship and anything else they could have had and it was all her fault-

“Panicking and anxiety is normal,” Tikki told her. “You don’t have to apologize for your emotions.”

Marinette nodded. What Tikki said made sense. She needed to compartmentalize her emotions for the moment and get herself together.

She couldn’t make this up to Damian, and she didn’t deserve to. It’s her fault and he shouldn’t be around someone as awful as her.

It would hurt her more than him, but she needs to save him. She’s too much like her classmates, like Alya and Lila, to continue as his friend. She didn’t want to hurt him.

The room was stifling. She wanted out. She couldn’t leave the hotel though, that would be too dangerous – and she might run into Dami- Robin.

“I’m going to go downstairs,” Marinette mumbled to Tikki. “See if I can get anything out of the vending machines. You stay here, I don’t want to accidentally talk to you around others.”

Tikki nodded, clearly not happy about it but understanding. “You wouldn’t want to wake anyone up.”

“What?” Marinette turned to the clock on the desk and-

Four A.M. She lost eleven hours to an attack.

Deep Breath.

Marinette squared her shoulders. She would go downstairs to get a snack, come back up and try to fall asleep. With any luck, she would miss the class’s trip to GothCorp tomorrow if she turned off her alarm…

She moved like a zombie in the halls. Her room key was in her Tikki-less purse with some stale cookies. She had her slippers on. She hadn’t changed completely into her pajamas, as she still wore her white crop top, but her pajama bottoms were on instead of the overalls. She didn’t have her phone.

Marinette arrived at the lobby and walked to the vending machine area. In her hand was a few US dollars with the green and the old men’s faces. She figured she could maybe afford one of the candy bars here. Damian mentioned liking things with dark chocolate – despite not liking the, “too sweet,” chocolate ice cream at the parlor. He was going to get the salted caramel until-

She paused, mentally reining herself in. If she thinks about Damian, she’ll spiral again. She needs to get the candy bar and head back to her room.

That’s it.

Marinette began to walk again. The lights were on behind the desk, and the vending machines had light. Other than that, the rest of the lights were off. She didn’t really mind though, simply going over to the machines.

Her ears picked up on someone moving around in the dark, near the couches in the lobby. She turned, immediately getting into a fighting stance when-

“Have you been crying?” A sickly-sweet voice said, and Marinette knew immediately who it was. The girl walked toward her, stopping a few feet from Marinette so she was visible in the light. She turned away from Lila and back to the vending machine, ignoring the footsteps behind her.

When Marinette didn’t answer Lila took it as a sign to continue.

“You know, when you passed here earlier you seemed really out of it,” Marinette straightened out her dollar bill.

“I was waiting down here to comfort you, thinking you would return, but I fell asleep on the couch.” She didn’t know how much of that was true. She put the bill into the vending machine.

“I just wanted to see if you were-”

“You can stop lying,” Marinette’s voice was still wobbly from crying, but she didn’t care. “I haven’t bought any of your crap yet, no need to continue selling it to me.”

There was a moment of silence. More footsteps, but they sounded further away.

“Fine then, Dupain-Cheng,” Lila growled. “I wanted to warn you.” Marinette tried and failed to refrain from rolling her eyes as Lila talked.

“You think that when you leave this school, when you graduate early, I’ll be gone?” What button should she press?

“Your useless sheep classmates will always be wrapped around my fingers, coming to my every beck and call.” The label next to the dark chocolate Hershey’s bar said B2. She pressed B then 2.

She heard more footsteps. They sounded closer. Lila was probably trying to intimidate her.

“You’ve even lost Adrien,” Lila sounded haughty about that, but the words relieved Marinette. “You are nothing, Dupain-Cheng.” The Hershey’s bar fell to the bottom of the vending machine.

“Are you done?” she asked, leaning down to get her prize. “I couldn’t care less about any of what you just said. Might as well talk about Physics if you want me to pay attention more.”

She looked over to Lila-

Wait.

Lila stood in the same spot as she was before, looking flabbergasted that Marinette didn’t care about her power trip tirade.

She hadn’t moved.

More footsteps, even closer than before. Not as close as Lila was.

Marinette grabbed her chocolate bar and stood up slowly. If someone else was here…

“What do you mean you couldn’t care less?” Lila suddenly shrieked.

“Lila, calm down,” Marinette saw shoes appear at the very edge of where the light from the vending machines reached. Shoes and the hems of purple pants.

“You think that if you just brush me off, pretend you don’t care, that I’ll go away,” Lila hissed. “I am your worst nightmare, Dupain-Cheng. You will never escape me!”

“Lila-”

“No! You will listen to me!”

She heard movement. They were moving. Without thinking she reached over and grabbed Lila’s arm and yanked her behind where Marinette stood.

A spray of liquid erupted from the shadow, hitting where Lila was once standing.

“Why so serious, little girl?” there was a giggle, and Marinette suddenly deeply regretted leaving her phone upstairs.

“Call the police,” she mumbled. She heard Lila desperately searching through her pockets.

If this is who she thinks it is… Ice water ran through her body instead of blood, but the buildup of dread kept her shivers at bay.

“Looking for this?” A gloved hand displayed Lila’s phone in its orange case.

Marinette held Lila back just in case. “Please!” the lair called desperately. “S-several people have me as their emergency contact, Clara Nightingale, Damian Wayne, Jag-”

The hand threw the phone to the ground and the shoe stomped on it.

“I wish your little friend didn’t pull you out of the way,” the voice dawdled. “It would have been fun to see you with a smile on your face.”

The feet stepped forward.

Purple pants.

Purple suit.

Green undershirt.

Purple tie.

White plastic flower.

White face.

Green hair.

Crazed eyes.

The Joker stared at them, smile just a bit too wide. It didn’t reach his eyes.

“When I heard you beat The Riddler at his own game,” Joker’s tone was full of amusement, but Marinette didn’t feel like laughing. “I decided I just had to see what you were made of myself.”

He tilted up his flower. “Get ready to smile!”

[karma-rivelle]

When you are playing Skyrim and look through your inventory.

Hmmmm, nice

Shock

Terror

Confusion

Ooooooooo SHINY

when did I get that???

I don’t remember looting this

Ohhhhhh

Huh?

So THATS why I pick up a mug and am magically over encumbered!!!