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apatchedupdoll · 1 year

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There’s a lot on Tumblr that I didn’t know I needed in my life. It gets distracting, but then sometimes it flares me up into wanting to make more. It drives me to want to make, either the art style, the ideas, the stories, or something else that makes me want to create. Even if it’s not drawing it could be writing or something else. That being said! Here’s todays art dump <3

This is pretty much finished, I may add some detail and touches later, but so far I’m happy with it.

The Komoraku or whatever I’m gonna call it is also going okay. I’ve colored everything, I just need to start adding detail, maybe a little more color differations but it seems to be going on fine. I’ll probably finish this tonight after I work.

Oh look! Turtle ocs? Nah it couldn’t be. Totally not a bunch of characters I made for the Prisoner’s Bale story. But seriously this is a lot of fun. This is pretty much the first iteration of the family so things could massively change before anything is set in stone. I’ve already changed Tobi’s age like 3 times already. I’m not totally convinced by Sophie’s design and Alex’s patters need some work for sure. There are a few other things I’m thinking about but you’ll have to wait for those changes to find out.

So why am I showing off the characters of Prisoner’s Bale? Well if I haven’t said or made it clear in my last posts (idk man sometimes I don’t make things easy) I’ve decided I’m going to make a comic for the story. Unlike Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? this one will be thought out very extensively. Think of this as sharpening my blade before I even try the Mother’s Land comic. ‘But wait, if you’re making two stories for rottmnt, then why are you making something that doesn’t relate at all?’ I hear you ask curiously while trying to get the cookie jar from the top of the fridge while I start to monologue. Ah, well I really like rottmnt and (as much as I’m happy we’re getting a new movie) I really don’t want to let it go just yet. I find fanfictions are the perfect way to help skills develop. If you’ve seen my Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? you may notice my writing skills are shit. I’ve also realized I tend to write myself into corners without realizing it before the last minute and have to rewrite almost everything, in fact I had a plan and when I posted the latest chapter I realized, oh wait oh shit fuck that means that this won’t work so that means oh god oh fuck shit fuck! I’ll let you guess what I fucked up lol. The point is I’m using my love of TMNT to help me develop better skills for projects that don’t need and can’t have the crutches fanfictions give. Does that mean all TMNT fanfictions do this? No, but this is what I use it for. I just feel like acknowledging it is good and something I shouldn’t be ashamed of.

So that’s my ramble. I hope y’all like the art. Maybe you found something useful and relatable hehehe. Oh and chapter 5 of OWHYBB is on its way. I can see it being finished around Thursday, but spring break is also over tomorrow so bleh! Things will def slow down when writing, still will have daily art uploads. Have a good day! I hope y’all remember not to eat too many cookies!

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munohlow · 2 months

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Gifs stolen off forums.superherohype because the delivery of that first line has stuck with me for almost twenty years and I want to see this pop up more, use these whenever and wherever you can lol

The actor credited as “enormous prisoner” is Turbo King (he sure is🫡)

#you are in hell #you are in hell little man #and I am the devil #you’re not the devil #you’re practice #turbo kong #enormous prisoner #Christian bale #bruce wayne #Batman #Batman begins #dc

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omegalomania · 2 months

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ok listen obviously like everyone else i am Fucking Devastated but the fucking sHRIMPLICATIONS here are KILLING me.

the two last "new" songs we got before the hiatus were alpha dog and from now on we are enemies (equally fucked up song btw) and pete namedrops alpha dog as the last song they wrote before the hiatus and it's such a. it's SUCH a fucking. augh.

like it's so painfully and clearly a farewell. the lyrics all telegraph it. your time has passed. never means forever. walk off into the sunset. the discussion of how much effort is required to maintain this life and how they already feel burned out, past their prime when they were all in their mid-twenties and early thirties. and the sheer fucking POETRY of the way it was the last song they recorded - tell rock and roll i'm alone again - until they announced their triumphant return with save rock and roll in 2013. welcome to the new déjà vu.

and oh yeah the last word issued in the song's studio version is the word "abracadabra," which pete cites as the word that christian bales character in the film “the prestige” says he will utter before he disappears from prison. "abracadabra" was a key word in the viral ARG-esque marketing campaign leading up to the release of believers never die...right before fall out boy seemingly vanished off the very face of the earth.

and, OH YEAH, the first shows they played after reuniting involved a multi-song medley spanning all the stages of their career, with one of those songs being the first time they ever played alpha dog, albeit partially.

the notion of the wizard through the curtain speaking to a sense of bitterness (at least if pete's ten year old genius annotation is anything to go by) which is the exact same phrasing to the way joe would later talk about the band's fraught, strained feelings leading up to the hiatus in a podcast with kerrang while promoting his book.

many people have pointed out the parallels between flu game and alpha dog - the way they both discuss the exhaustion of being so visible and constantly putting yourself out there and how taxing that is, especially when you're simultaneously trying to cover up how hard it is. how isolating it is, when the whole world is squinting against the starlight feathering off you. it's worth noting that these parallels are not merely implicit, either. "flu game" is in and of itself an explicit reference to a famous game michael jordan played while sick in which he claimed that he didn't want to give up, no matter how sick and tired he was. and how did pete annotate a specific couplet, ten years ago?

we must make it hard to look so easy doing something so hard

another explicit reference to michael jordan, years and years prior.

and this is the first time they've ever played alpha dog in full. nearly 15 full years after the hiatus started. by now, fall out boy have been together for far longer than they've ever been apart. by now, fall out boy has been in their "posthiatus" era for longer than they have their "prehiatus" one.

i dont really have a conclusion to this. just, i dunno man. something about the repeated lyric "never means forever" on a greatest hits compilation titled "believers never die." something about i'm a star vs. so much for stardust vs. no more stardust. something about motifs that span decades, that span years of hurt and cracked-open wounds that have now been poured over with liquid gold, mending them anew. something about reclaiming old scars and ugly histories and reforging them into something filled with streaming starlight and sun-drenched smiles.

abracadabra.

#*making poasts #id in the alt text #im pure fucking wrecked about this in case you couldnt tell. im also tired as hell #this might not be articulate to anyone else but im feeling a certain type of way abt it #fucked up for them to debut this one in full when i tumblr user omeglomania was not even there. fucked UP.

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ledgerserious8 · 5 months

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..My Masterlists..

A Fact : Me as fan of heath ledger doesn't mean that i can't write for any another actor but most of this imagines is about him

My Wattpad..

Heath Ledger Imagines :

Break up with Him

Meeting your ex boyfriend

Roses from your lover

In the prison of the joker

Patrick want your heart

The joker fighting with batman

Heath survived because of you

Your boyfriend becomes playful

Joaquin Phoenix Imagines :

Interview with him

Waking up your boyfriend

Your neighbor is arthur

Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) Imagines :

Trust Issues from Bruce

He's Your Home

He's fighting the joker for you

Your boyfriend is so sick

Smut Imagines (soon) :

Put A Love (Patrick Verona)

Birthday Gift (Bruce Wayne)

Note : this post will keep getting updated or edited time by time in the future i will add a lot of characters and actors

Have 4 Nice Day..

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yanderes-galore · 16 days

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Hi can you do an Infection AU Applejack from MLP?

Sure I can! Sorry for the long wait and the fact the parts are so out of order :')

Next - Rainbow Dash

Previous - Fluttershy

Yandere Virus! Applejack Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Yandere virus, Attempted kidnapping, Violence, Blood, Overprotective behavior, Dark themes, Attempted forced relationship.

Sweet Apple Acres was your next location.

By this point you had no idea what was going down.

Perhaps you had a vague idea... yet you were still in denial.

You had a feeling it had something to do with Twilight's spell.

You didn't feel any different... which is why you felt you'd be safe if you consulted Applejack.

You kept looking back to check if you were followed, luckily... you saw no other pony.

You breathe a sigh of relief although your anxiety never calms completely.

Banging your hoof on the barn door, Applejack emerges with confusion.

"Sugarcube...? What's wrong? Did you get in some sort of scuffle?"

You know she's referring to your wounds.

You brush it off for now, following Applejack into her home to tell her about what happened.

You explain your experiences with Twilight... how you were locked away as a prisoner after her "experiment".

You then explain the Fluttershy situation where you originally went to the pegasus for help only for her to act the same way a few days later.

Applejack listens carefully to you, just as bewildered as you.

Unbeknownst to you both... the curse was spreading and evolving much faster now.

Applejack allows you to stay in the barn while she attempts to contact help.

The barn is isolated from the rest of the house and the only pony who would have access to you would be Applejack.

Unfortunately for her.

It goes similar to the other Mane Six.

Applejack tries to find other ponies in town to contact the princess, if only they had Twilight and Spike is nowhere to be found....

Plus, it appears the rest of Ponyville are catching on to something weird going on.

There's been sightings of odd ponies in the woods and shadows... no doubt what remains of Twilight and Fluttershy.

Applejack cared about you before all this curse nonsense.

However... over time she begins to feel like she shouldn't be leaving you alone for so long.

Here she is roaming Ponyville... when you could be in danger!

Eventually the virus drives her back to you.

You begin to feel nervous as Applejack doesn't look like herself much anymore.

Your heart nearly stops when you realize she's beginning to turn into the rest.

By this point you can't deny it anymore.

All these cases have one thing in common.

It's you.

You're the asymptomatic Patient Zero.

You try to tell Applejack you should leave now.

You wish it never had to come to this...

Yet Applejack is insistent on you staying at the barn.

It's safe, isn't it?

When Applejack comes closer to nuzzle into you, you push her away.

You need to go...

Now.

Upon being pushed back, Applejack lunges at you.

You stumble, falling back as Applejack stalks closer like a monster.

"Oh, Sugarcube... I've seen what it's like out there. You're much better off with me."

You two fight with one another, you only managing to leave the barn once you block Applejack with a hay bale.

She's agile but it creates just enough time for you to run away.

Despite your limping, you run back towards the streets of Ponyville.

Only to feel fear when you see Rainbow Dash exiting Sugar Cube Corner and spotting you.

Oh Celestia... not her.

#yandere my little pony #yandere mlp #yandere mlp virus au #yandere mlp virus #yandere virus applejack #yandere infected applejack

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alacetor-the-duckies-deer · 3 months

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Been thinking about this post I made earlier, and

The problem with the hotel is that Charlie went too big too fast with the goal. Unfortunately Katie Killjoy was RIGHT when she asked why anyone would care about becoming a better person, when you consider that it means going up to heaven to be with the very people that put them in hell in the first place (as far as they know), and who (definitely) then come down to massacre them once a year anyway.

But if you think of the pride ring specifically, rather than all of hell, as a jail of sorts for sinners, then, maybe they'd want to explore the rest of hell if they could.

And if Charlie got with her father and the other sins, and got approval for like, passports of sort, that give sinners who prove they could behave in the rest of hell- where people live who aren't saints but can still be good people and who ARE more often than not weaker that Sinners- permission to travel, I BET plenty of sinners would have at least wanted to TRY the hotel.

The hotel could function more as a voluntary recovery resedance for them. Like if Angel had been promised the opportunity to visit the Lust Ring, I bet he'd have committed a little more serious the cause sooner.

And it wouldn't even have to be an all or nothing thing. Each sin could have different requirements for allowing sinner into their territory. Ozzie would probably never allow people with sexual assaults on their record, for instance. And Mammon would probably allow pretty much anyone, wanting anyone who could pay to see his shows.

But it's still not a perfect solution unless the genocides stop.

Because it just leads to questions.

Do they tell heaven they're letting sinners got to other rings?

If they do, they run the risk of Heaven, specifically Adam, not agreeing to only hunt the unrepentant/unredeemed in the Pride Ring, and simply expanding the genocide, the violence, into the other rings, and the other sins might refuse the system soley based on that.

And if they don't tell them? That's not going to stay a secret long. Even if it take a decideds for enough sinners to have earned their passport to even one other ring, all the sinners that can, are going to bale on the Pride Ring during the genocide.

At first the angels might think they're successfully keeping Hell's population down, but eventually they're going to get suspicious, because whether they've been doing this since the dawn of time or only since the human population, and therefore Hell's population, boomed in the last century or so, for it to suddenly be working this well???

And all they have to do is capture some sinner during an extermination, and torture the answers out of them.

And then it's like.

Do they see that as Lucifer trying to get out of his side of the bargen? Do they say fine we won't uphold our end?

The fact Adam and them go after Charlie in the season finale shows there's no magical contract PREVENTING them from killing Hellborns. So what if they start giing after Hellborns too, since they're traveling rings now too?

Soooo maybe I've talked myself in circles.

Even though I dont THINK Charlie has though about all of this, it's still stands that she does have to go that big with the hotel. She has to get them out of hell as things stand now, because if there are genocides, nowhere and no one in hell is garenteed safety.

Now, in a post canon world where they get the extermination to end, I think this would actually be a good system.

Most sinners are actually in hell for a reason, and if they want to just keep indulging in that behavior, fine. Pride Ring Prison.

But leaving a voluntary out program readily available to them, where they can rehabilite themselves as much as they want-wether it be to Aesmodeos or Mannon's or Beelzebub's, or even Heaven itself's standards? Yeah, I think that would work really well to insintives people to change.

#hazbin hotel husk #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #lucifer hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust #sir pentious #helluva boss asmodeus #hellava boss #hellava boss meta #hellava boss theory #hellaverse #hellava boss Beelzebub

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tempestclerics · 9 months

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this train heist (module by @r-n-w, my second time ever DMing for those following along at home) is going great:

- three PCs and a horse have stacked themselves under a coat to pretend to be a centaur. they are passing a Shetland pony off as their collective cousin by draping it in worms on a string

- the “one last job, I’m supposed to be retired” dwarf learned one of his many adoptive granddaughters also got recruited for this job and has both shown half the party her baby pictures and also had to hold her back from trying to go assassinate her ex who she definitely is still in love/psychosexual obsessive lesbianism with. for like the twentieth time.

- warlock “called their dad” to do recon and contacted a worm on a string coat wearing minor trickster god. you know, his dad

- the ex accountant turned fighter fully slid a knife through the bars of her former coconspirator (and the sheriff’s prisoner)’s cell by distracting the deputy with a flying bison

- the Shetland pony quacks btw

- changeling gunslinger transformed into a shorter version of the warlock and when he tried to change back his heterochromia got flipped

- capybaran fighter drank a complimentary cocktail invented by the saloon car attendant called the Baleful Polymorph and grew fantasy Texas longhorn cattle horns

- oh, and the sheriff is about to throw down w them in the most crowded train car. nbd

#sola said #train heist #I love y’all #we’re making such a mess together

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bleue-flora · 7 days

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Personally, I think that c!Sam's shovel and hoe were probably just intended as tools rather than weapons. That doesn't mean that they were never used as weapons, he could've brought them along to the prison with the intent to use them, but I guess I see it as more of a symbolic thing? He's finally stepping up. Ever since Tommy's death, Sam has felt like a failure of a warden, and now Quackity is prompting him to jump back into the role with both feet—and a warden needs all of his equipment, right? It would be unprofessional not to. He can't get caught off guard again. (Even if he knows that this stuff will probably never get used.)

But anyway, Sam's naming seems to follow his usual trend of grandiose righteousness—Warden's Will, Mercy, etc. The only real exception is Warden's Torment; that one really sticks out as dark and violent in contrast to his arguably worse sword, which is just his "will". Even Warden's Will Breaker doesn't have to be interpreted as sinister if you're seeing it through Sam's eyes; the will is only being broken as a necessary step, a means to an end, not out of cruelty.

So with a shovel and a hoe, things that aren't explicitly meant as weapons, I feel like Sam would continue to name them something grandiosely righteous. Your ideas of Warden's Generosity, Hospitality, Favor are nice—also maybe something like Warden's Gift or Bounty. These tools are intended to create life, not destroy it.

There's some scattered thoughts of mine anyway, I hope they make sense because I just. Have not slept. Behold my essay.

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Oh 100%. Well said. It is for sure more symbolic and you never know what obstacles you might face as a Warden. Especially in a place with such mining fatigue, having the proper tool is important. I mean we all saw what Dream did in manhunt using hay bales to trap everyone in the water temple, an Efficiency IV netherite hoe would have been very useful then. He’s on a mission to kill Dream and this is right after a security issue, for him to be over prepared for anything makes sense. Whether or not he intended to use them for more cruel reasons is certainly debatable.

Still it is fun to think about. And I have always interpreted Dream’s line to Foolish - “Sam, you know, let him in the prison, let him bring in tools—and shears, and they tried to torture the revive book out of me…” - as making all Minecraft tools fair game, because why not? If shears, why not a shovel or hoe? A sharp edge is a sharp edge after all.

Regardless, Wardens Bounty has a good ring to it, yea you know what I’m gonna dub Sam’s Hoe with Efficiency IV, Fortune III, Mending and Unbreaking III as Wardens Bounty and Sam’s Shovel with Efficiency IV, Fortune III, Mending and Unbreaking III as Wardens Favor

Anyways, good thoughts and thanks for indulging my madness even while sleep deprived <3

#mmmmm… I’ve been thinking about this for days btw lol…#c!sam and c!dream #prison arc #dsmp analysis #hello there #dsmp #c!sam #c!awesamdude #dreblr #pandora’s vault has a singular purpose #this is fine #lore mysteries #c!quackity's torture tools

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mushangaa · 4 months

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2024/01 Figured I should throw up the rest of the gang at some point too so I wipped something up.

Frist we have Jen and Angie and they are certified gremlins, the youngest of the bale. Agents of Chaos. Squishy cheeked darlings. Will use their big blue eyes to get what they want and take no prisoners. Both are very creative both in terms of art and chaos so keeping a baseline awareness where they are at any given time is very important and also might save one from being pranked. Second is Raph, he is so gentle, very patient, raised a Cockatrice on accident to the horror of any Yokai who sees him handle Sissi because Cockatrice are temper- and ferocity-wise the unholy children of Cassowaries and Canadian geese and that this creature is docile with him makes people think he is probably worse to tame such a critter. But nah Raphie has just so many gremlin siblings to juggle he can handle a Cockatrice easily. He is also lowkey a gremlin. Third is big sis Frida. The og gremlin that only chilled out because somebody has to be an adult in this household and handle the bale. Well, she and Raph share the biggest sibling spot and team up frequently to wrangle the younger sibs. Technically she doesn't need a shotgun to handle herself in dicey situations. But she has shotgun privileges by virtue of Donnie absolutely not being allowed to get a gun.

Last but not least, Lou, or Splinter, single Dad of six and very proud of the fact that he has not grown bald from stress already. Former Western Star who also adopted a lot of his Co-actors (the horses) which he brought along to the Yokai world when his new looks did not lend itself well to dwell among humans. Taught all his kids how to ride.

#Havethetouchart #artists of tumblr #the unicorn paradox #traditional art #inks #rottmnt AU #tmnt iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #Frida #Michelangelo #Jennika #Raphael #Splinter #art #havethetouch #the unicorn paradox illustrations

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apatchedupdoll · 1 year

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TMNT - Prisoner's Bale

The Basic Story -

Leo is trapped in the prison dimension. It sucks as he can't seem to die to the Kraang. It's weird, he thought after the 5th beat down into concrete and metal would be his last. Of course he thought that after the 3rd and the 4th. Eventually Leo would find some peace and a place to hide. Who knows how long Leo laid there for, his body broken and his brain barely able to process the pain anymore. Then the sound of clock. A ticking. He didn't notice it at first but suddenly it was loud. It was unbearable. Then the 'dong' of the hour hit and everything went to peak. He cried out as his body started to heal. It was painful. This all happened over and over, the only time he'd get relief is if he avoided the Kraang long enough to not get injured. Despite his body being repaired his thirst and hunger was never relieved. That was until he managed to find a city. Yokai of all kinds living quietly under the Kraang leader, managing to avoid its wrath by hiding.

Leo is in his 30's and scavenging around. He'd gotten used to life in the prison dimension, yet still holding hope that one day his brother's would rescue him from this place. He was looking for something to eat, a rustle then a clang. Food. Leo followed the noise into the maw of a broken machine, careful of his steps. It was then he saw a pile of cloth and inside four small turtles. One of them was already begging him to not eat them, trying desperately to stand between him and their siblings. But how could Leo eat them?

Leo is in his 40's, now working for the guard as a deputy for the central city. His skills coming in handy for the job as he helps keep the peace. The Kraang has not been seen for a long time, letting the place become more lively. The best part of it all was being able to go home to his kids. Tobi, the eldest and helping provide by working at a meat shop. Sophie the hot head and Alex the cocky are the disaster twins keeping the house under control while they wait for their father to come home. Then there was Izzy, the youngest who was always trying to create something with the scrap the had. Leo may have given up on going back to his brothers, but he has a new family that he loves and wants to keep safe.

Being a ninja and wanting to help his family he taught them how to defend themselves. Teaching them everything he knew, from hand-to-hand combat to using different kinds of weapons. This did have the unintended affect of the kids wanting to become 'heros' of their city. Guess it runs in the family. However, this may be a problem as something gruesome bubbles under the city.

#rottmnt au #rottmnt oc #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leo fanart #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt prisoner's bale

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tomatoshapedstars · 6 months

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They say that most stories have happy endings

.... how happy can that story be if everyone you knew is either gone, or completely different than when you last saw them?

Your friends, who sure, were a couple of years older than you, are now teenagers. Already able to fight when you haven't even hit double digits.

You were told once that you were the last of your kind specifically... you didn't understand what that meant aside from that no one else had stripes like yours. You didn't care at the time, preoccupied with clinging to your favourite caretaker.

Then there's being trapped in one room for eight years, unable to age but still experiencing every excruciatingly lonely second. You cried out for a long time, hoping for someone to free you from your prison where it reeked of blood but never reeked of rot.

...

YO OKAY SO. I INITIALLY WANTED TO DO SOMETHING MORE HAPPY FOR THIS BUT THEN I REMEMBERED OH YEAH, KIRBY'S ANGST

Anyways here's some non angst to fix that

Little bit of backstory for him - Kirby's from the Apocalyptic timeline of Doublestep (of which I still haven't put up on AO3). His egg was found near a canister of mutagen and in efforts to recover him, his egg was exposed to it and hatched early.

He was originally named Callisto, but the name never stuck, as he always responded to Kirby, the name of April's father and his primary physician/uncle.

His favourite toy is named Floppy, thanks to the nature of its floppy arms. It was made for him by Mona Lisa and was his only toy for a while. He is almost never seen without it. Any other soft toys he receives from members of his bale are kept in a little cove-like nest he made, and are his comforts when he gets overwhelmed and needs to cry.

He also has isolophobia (morbid fear or dread of being alone) as a result of the collapse and being trapped alone in a room for eight years (while never aging past the age of three).

Anyways this is bc of the @goobersforlife comp

#tmnt: doublestep #doublestep kirby #LOOK AT MY BOY #MY SON BOY BOY SON #THE BABY BOY

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fairytsuk1 · 2 years

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Getting lost in a corn maze with Kuroo... can be nsfw or fluff either/or !

you were an idiot. you'd thought it might be nice to go on a date with your boyfriend in the spirit of fall and halloween! you'd suggested a corn maze, images of cute pictures and buying your own pumpkins to carve while you watched scary movies...

"they have a corn maze?" kuroo looks at you, eyebrows raised, "well now we have to do it."

you'd groaned, "why do we always have to do stuff like that? we're gonna get lost and it's gonna be like when we went into the hall of mirrors together!"

he'd laughed at the memory, the two of you had to cry uncle as someone who was clearly exasperated led two adults out of the mirror maze as if you were toddlers, "it wasn't that bad. and this has clues, so we'll find a way!"

he looks like a kid, and there's a strange and unreasonable part of you that wants to indulge him in his puppy dog eyes and handsome face that gets closer to yours.

"well, well fine! but i'm leading! last time you led was in the mirror maze, and i am not going through that again!"

hands are raised in defense, "isn't the term ladies first? go ahead!"

you two wander, cracking jokes and elbowing each-other every ten minutes because "the path is too small for your wide shouldered ass!" and "well it's not big enough for that ass either" which makes you question why you love this absolute idiot nerd.

he's a horrible distraction!! because before you know it, neither of you are sure whether to go left or right.

"...we're lost!!"

"no we aren't babe, i'm sure it's this way..."

"which way?!"

your boyfriend gulps, not wanting to work you up into a panic attack or worse, "baby listen to me. i will get us out of here, it can't be that hard right?"

you realize then that you hate both mirrors AND corn. kuroo is destroying the maze at this point, his lovely girlfriend being in distress sends him in distress and it really is his fault for letting you go first anyways (you two were disastrous with directions. and this went for everything. yes, everything.)

you're whining in his ear, "kuroo!! at this point, they're gonna have to lead us out like prisoners again."

the two of you sit on kicked over hay bales, fully leaning into your boyfriends side as he plays sudoku on his phone, "yeah. why'd you get us lost babe?"

you scoff and shoot up, a devilish smirk on his face that you know he's teasing, "me? you were the one who insisted we make out for a break!"

his hand settles on your knee, "well you liked it."

"well yeah, of course i love kissing my boyfriend. don't you like kissing me?"

"'course I do! but i'm thinking..." and then he's scooting closer, "there's a lot we can do till the rescue team gets here."

that was one reason kuroo loved you. you hated breaking the rules, but when you broke them? you broke them.

the rescue team has to avoid the pink lipstick stain on kuroo's shirt as they escort the two of you out.

#kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo imagine #kuroo tetsuro smut #tetsurou kuroo x reader #tetsurou kuroo smut #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! x reader

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whump-me · 1 month

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Obscure: Chapter 14

Chapter 14 of Obscure, novel-length interrogation whump about a rebel leader who can erase memories with a thought, an interrogator who can see inside his subjects’ minds… and the connection they share that neither of them suspects.

Masterpost | the Mind Games universe | Read the completed novel on Patreon

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Kirill

Kirill didn’t have a guard escort him to Elias’s cell this time. That had just been for show. He was perfectly capable of getting in on his own.

Inside, the lights were dimmed almost to full darkness. A hint of yellow light remained, like a harvest moon. He had always found something sinister in the baleful glow of the harvest moon. Elias had told him it was nothing to be afraid of. Just an effect of the moon sitting lower in the sky. Now, as he stepped into the cell and eased the door most of the way shut, leaving it open just enough that it wouldn’t lock behind him, Kirill wondered if he had been right all along.

This was only the second time he had set foot in one of these cells. The first time was when he had tried to fool Elias into thinking he was his new cellmate. He had been playing his old self that day. He just hadn’t known it. No wonder it had come so easily.

When Kirill had come here, headquarters had assigned him a private room in the dormitories. In some places, private rooms might have been a privilege. Not so in headquarters. Here, they had to prove they were trustworthy enough for roommates.

His room had been half the size of this, with no toilet or sink. For the first few months, the door was locked all the time. He’d had to call a guard whenever he needed to use the bathroom.

But this room felt like a cell the way that one never had. Maybe it was because he’d had a drawer under his bed where he could keep any personal belongings—not that he’d had anything to put there. Maybe it was that PERI had called it a dormitory, like he was away at some fancy boarding school. He had been young enough then to be swayed by a difference in words.

Or maybe it was as simple as this: he had chosen it. No one who ended up in one of these cells had chosen to be where they were.

Elias muttered incoherently and rubbed his eyes, the sound of the closing door bringing him awake. Kirill didn’t say anything yet, and he didn’t walk closer. He looked down at the man in the bed, Elias’s figure indistinct in the dim harvest-moon light. He saw his best friend, but impossibly old. He saw his prisoner, his adversary, but impossibly familiar. The two couldn’t coexist. But they were both there in the same man.

Elias sat up. He showed no outward surprise when he saw Kirill. But his fear leaked through in his memories.

“Is this your next tactic?” Elias asked. “Catching me half-asleep, while my defenses are down? Not letting me have a moment of peace?”

“I don’t need a new tactic,” Kirill reminded him. “I already have one that works.”

He instantly regretted his words as a look of raw disgust came over Elias’s face. Maybe he should have been disgusted with himself for threatening Elias’s son. Maybe he would have been, if he hadn’t spent so long hollowed out inside.

How had he never realized there was nothing in his heart but the obscuring fog?

He still didn’t know the answer to Elias’s question. He didn’t know who had been before the obscuring, before he had come here. He had changed in the decades since Elias had obscured him. The nooks and crannies where his old memories used to live were gone or reshaped, as unrecognizable as his current face would have been to anyone who had known his teenage self. His mind was a muddle now, the once-sterile space transformed to a chaotic jumble like the remnants of a house in the aftermath of a tornado.

“Then why are you here?” Elias’s eyes were flat. Like Kirill’s own eyes in the mirror. Only the trickle of memory betrayed that Elias was feeling anything at all. And it was a small trickle. Mostly anger.

“I thought we could talk somewhere that wasn’t an interrogation room,” said Kirill. “Somewhere we can have a real conversation.”

“I’m sure this room has cameras, too.”

“They’re off.”

“You don’t think anyone will find that suspicious?”

“I need to talk to you.” The sound of his own desperation in his voice surprised even him. Not because he had been trying to hide it. But because, until he had spoken, he hadn’t realized what he was feeling. He wasn’t used to feeling anything that was his own. Anything that wasn’t what the person he was talking to wanted him to feel.

Elias didn’t want him desperate. Elias wanted him gone.

“The room isn’t the problem,” said Elias. “The problem is that you’re assigned to destroy what I built, and the cost of that destruction is measured in lives. The lives of the people you’ll abduct if I give you what you want. The lives of the people we won’t be able to save in the future.” Elias looked down at the metal bracelet. The cuffs were gone, but the bracelet remained. “And you still threatened my child.”

The memories spilling out from Elias weren’t pure anger anymore. They were a confusing, chaotic darkness. Half-remembered nightmares. One second, a rage-inducing image—an intricate model smashed to pieces, all its delicate parts twisted beyond repair. Elias yelling out through the small house, demanding to know who was responsible. The next second, he saw his own younger face—not blurry anymore, but still the face of a stranger—disappearing under opaque green water. He felt the panic in Elias’s body as if it were his own.

He couldn’t tell what Elias was feeling toward him anymore. He probably didn’t want to know.

“I can’t give you what from me,” said Elias. His memories were a tangle of emotion, but his voice was perfectly even.

Kirill still didn’t know what he wanted, only that Elias was the only person who could give it to him. “Just… talk to me about the past,” he said. “It’s hard to make sense of the memories after all this time. They barely feel like mine.”

He sat on the edge of Elias’s bed. Elias recoiled. He swung his legs over the side and stood, careful not to let any part of his body touch any part of Kirill’s.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to remember,” said Elias.

“I don’t want to see it through your eyes,” said Kirill. “I want to see it through my own. I lost so much. I never understood how much I was missing.” Was this how everyone else went about their lives, with the memories of their childhoods clear in their minds? Not a crayon sketch, but a series of full-color recollections, with all the emotions as strong as the day the memories had been formed? How did anyone live with this much past in their heads?

Elias stared at a point past Kirill’s left ear. “I thought it would be kinder that way. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should have left some of the guilt. I never imagined what you might become without it.”

An icy wave of shame washed over Kirill. Not at who he was—he was doing his job, he was being what PERI needed him to be, and wasn’t that the only right thing? Wasn’t that what he was for? Was this jumble of memories, memories that barely felt like his own, supposed to change all that? So far, all it had done was make it harder for him to do that job. It had filled him up until there was no room for what he needed to be. The memories had made him useless.

The shame was about the look in Elias’s eyes. He had never wanted to let Elias down. He remembered that much. It was why he had climbed that tree in the first place, even though he had known it was too high.

Maybe Elias was wrong about his lack of guilt changing him. Maybe Kirill was wrong about how Elias had hollowed him out. Maybe this was who he had been all along, but with Elias in place of PERI, Elias showing him what he needed to do and who he needed to be.

Maybe all Elias had done was make him better at being who he was.

He wished he could hold out the jumble of memories in his head and ask Elias to take them back.

He probably could have asked. Elias had the power to do that. But he didn’t ask.

“There’s too much in my head,” said Kirill, looking up at Elias like a supplicant. “Help me sort through it. Tell me about… I don’t know. Tell me about the marsh.”

“You still haven’t told me why I should.”

“Or tell me about my parents. I remember them, but the faces all blend together. I can’t remember which parts are Mama Kelly and which parts are Mama Charisse, and which parts are Papa Graham, and…” His vision blurred. It had been simpler when his family had been a crayon drawing, when he hadn’t cared about the nuances between one stick figure and the next. “Which ones were mine?”

“All of them,” said Elias. “That’s how it worked there.”

“You won’t even give me this?” Kirill asked.

“Will you give me my son?” Elias countered. “Will you guarantee his safety?” The flow of memory surged. It grew darker, the memories tinged with grief. The boy’s memorial service. Elias and the red-haired woman screaming at each other—the woman saying she knew there was something going on that Elias wasn’t saying, Elias telling her she had to accept Sammy’s death.

If he were still who he had been in those memories, he would have promised to keep Sammy safe. It was what Elias needed. But memories couldn’t erase the decades that had passed. His two selves lived together in his head, uneasily sharing space, and his past self was the one that felt alien. When he looked at Elias, he saw an interrogation subject. He saw what PERI needed from him.

But what he saw lacked the sharp clarity he was used to. And he couldn’t begin to understand how to get it back. He remembered his plan. But his confidence was gone. In its place, he had the memories. He was too full of contradictory things. He was his own interrogation subject. He was full of memories that weren’t his, staring out through the eyes of someone he had never been. But Max stared back, wondering in confusion and a small bit of horror who this person was that he had become. And for a second, he saw through Max’s eyes.

Was that shame he felt?

No. Only anger. Elias had broken him. Once when he had taken his memories. Again when he had inadvertently given them back.

What did PERI need with a broken tool?

Who was he, if not what PERI needed?

“You asked me who I was before PERI,” Kirill said. “Maybe you can tell me.”

Another brief burst of memories from Elias, before Elias shut them down. “You already know now.”

“I was what you needed me to be.” Kirill’s eyes searched Elias’s. “Is that really all I was?”

Elias’s eyes widened, like Kirill’s words had surprised him. “Of course not. It’s only PERI that has you thinking like that.”

“Then tell me.” He heard himself begging, like it was an act he was putting on to get what he needed. But it wasn’t. He didn’t know what would make Elias gave him the answers he craved—except setting him and his son free, which was impossible.

And if he didn’t know how to get answers, he was broken, because that was what an interrogator did, and an interrogator was what they had made into.

You were made for this, Ramachandra had told him, once he had finished the battery of evaluations that would tell PERI exactly what he was good for. What she didn’t say was that PERI had made him for this, as surely as if he had come out of one of their labs.

“Do you think I want to revisit those memories?” A hint of roughness broke into Elias’s voice. “I’ve spent thirty years trying not to think about Max. You may think you’re him, but you’re not. Not unless you choose to be. Until then, it’s best for both of us to leave him buried.”

“How can I choose to be him if I don’t know who he was?” Then, as the tone of Elias’s memories turned to fear, he asked, “Are you afraid of talking about Max? Are you afraid of feeling something, in case I use it against you?”

“You’ve done it before.”

“I won’t this time. Not about this.”

“I don’t trust you.”

Now Kirill saw how hard Elias was working not to look directly at him, and how unnaturally even Elias’s breaths were. The only reason Elias felt so little right now was because he was doing everything in his power to hold the emotion at bay.

“You used to trust me more than anyone else in the world,” Kirill reminded him.

“That was Max,” said Elias, and left it at that, as if the subject was closed.

Maybe Elias was right. Maybe the solution was to leave Max dead and buried. He was Kirill now. He had been Kirill for longer than he had been Max. He couldn’t be both of them at once, the dutiful interrogator and this alien teenage boy. Maybe the way to remember how to be Kirill again was to send Max back to the grave he had crawled out of.

And if Max was dead, Elias had been the one to kill him. He didn’t owe Elias anything. Especially not if Elias wouldn’t help him figure out how to be Max again.

Elias wanted Max gone. Kirill would give him what he wanted.

He stood without a word and left.

It was time to get back to his job. It was time to follow through on his threat.

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It's an average day for the Justice League when they receive a message from Batman's own computer.

"Kkkkkhfre2212111111"

It has to be a code, but no one can figure out how to break it. They try to raise Batman's coms and get nothing. They try and try until they finally get a different result.

Their latest message is bounced back with another message attached, "LOCKDOWN INITIATED."

The vote to send Superman to Gotham is unanimous. Clark speeds off, worried sick about his friend. The cave may be locked down, but unless Bruce specifically triggered it, Clark had a backdoor. A tunnel, barely large enough for him with so many twists and turns a lesser man would drown or become lost.

Superman navigates it in record time.

The cave seems relatively undisturbed. Clark scans the large cavern quickly, advancing towards the computer cautiously.

The obvious sound of a scuffle draws his attention before he finishes his visual check and he swoops down without a second thought. A quick and decisive show of force can be a good deterrent, especially when Superman was involved.

He grips both parties and yanks them from each other. Twin cries of indignation stay his hand and they two are saved the indignity of being tossed like hay bales.

In his left hand is Timothy Drake, otherwise known as Red Robin. His right, Damian Wayne, his son's best friend and the latest bearer of the illustrious Robin mantle.

"What's going on here?" he demanded, keeping his voice calm. The boys were flushed and sweaty, both gently bruised. Neither seemed overtly mind controlled.

"Superman?" Tim asked, bewildered. Damian spat, "Begone, alien, this does not concern you."

"Well, it might. We got an encoded message a little earlier."

"Who?" Damian demanded as Tim's forehead creased in thought.

"The Justice League."

"There has been no-"

"This is exactly what I was talking about," Tim yelled, beginning his struggle anew. "I didn't send anything and you didn't send anything, so-"

"Enough of your lies and slander, Drake!"

"Boys-"

"It had to have been Alfred sitting his fat butt on the keyboard AGAIN."

Clark found himself at a loss for words.

"Alfred is a dignified gentleman, he would never!"

Privately, Clark agreed. He couldn't picture the refined British butler, erm. Sitting on the Batcomputer.

Tim parroted Damian's words in a mocking tone and continued, "He's a whore for a warm place to sit."

Clark couldn't control his facial expression, but neither of the boys were looking at him. He let go of the boys and watched in utter bafflement as they both scrambled towards the computer.

"Look! Look at what he did, brat!" Tim bemoaned, finally seeing the lockdown initiation warning. Damian clicked his tongue dismissively and pulled out the chair with a surprising gentleness.

A split second before he saw the culprit, Clark remembered there were TWO Alfreds in the Wayne/Bat household these days. The perfect, purring criminal sat in a loaf on the rolling chair Damian was quickly whisking away from Tim.

"Keep him upstairs!" Tim yelled over his shoulder.

"He's a member of the family, not a prisoner. If he wants to be down here, he can!"

"He's gonna fall down a shaft or something, Damian, just get him out of here. Ugh, he managed to send a message to the LEAGUE, shit."

"It's alright," Clark said awkwardly. "Uh, just glad we could get all that sorted. I'll just... Be going then."

"Right. Sorry. I'll sic Batman or Dick on him and hopefully he'll keep Alfred upstairs where he belongs."

Clark nodded and flew off. He couldn't wait to hold this over Bruce's head the next time he complained about CLARK'S personal life following him into the cape.

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