#scrawnys portal art

[scrawnym4]

#portal 2 #wheatley portal 2 #scrawnys portal art

[madame-mongoose]

What are some of your favorite fandoms?

That's hard to say honestly bc I don't interact with many fandoms, I prefer to keep to myself and a few friends mostly. Had too many bad experiences in the past. Tho I thought the dca fandom was nice. And a very very select few portal fans I enjoy. Other than that I just kinda stick to myself

#i dont like participating in fandoms and stuff #like i draw portal art but i dont really interact with people outside of that? #save for scrawny and a few others #bc tbh im not a fan of the fandom lol #fandom culture in general isnt something im too fond of #can turn toxic very quickly #amd theres a lot of favoritism #bad for my mental health #monnie answers

[purrtal2]

see i Would play portal rtx but i think i would explode my computer in the process

#my scrawny little desktop can barely handle what i already do w it #it is v much an office computer #it came w 4 gb of ram and i changed it to its max of 8gb #it is not meant to run games and art programs and discord with youtube in the background #and yet it has survived all of these years #but portal rtx wpuld definitely maybe kill it #LIKE it struggles to run portal already #and i dont know. If i eveb have space for it #anyways everyone clap for my computer it is doing very good

[occasionally-intelligent]

If We Never Met- Part 1

hiya!! this is my first @invisobang piece ever!! it's around 25k words in total, but i plan to post in parts, this part being around 1.2k. i'm so glad i got to work with @this-is-z-art-blog and @thickerthanectoplasm to get the wonderful art that's coming with it (plus quite a bit of beta reading)!

Summary: In the episode "Memory Blank", Danny loses his memory and powers to Desiree, the wishing ghost. What if, instead of forcing Danny to go through the portal again, Sam became the new half-ghost protector of Amity Park? She thinks she's the only one who remembers how it used to be, but as she adjusts to her new reality and discovers her new powers, Sam soon finds she's not alone.

“Do I know you?”

“Oh, very cute. I said I wish we’d never met and now you’re pretending we didn’t meet. You’re hilarious.” Sam rolled her eyes, hand on her hip as she waited for Danny to cut the crap.

“No, seriously, do I know you?” He responded in earnest confusion.

Before Sam could respond, Tucker spritzed something minty into his mouth and practically pushed the other boy away. “And more importantly, would you like to know me?”

He held out his hand for Sam to shake, “Hi, I’m Tucker. Tucker Foley. That’s T.F. as in ‘too fine’.”

“Oh, gross!” Sam’s entire body shuddered as she slapped his hand away, “Are you hitting on me?”

As this was happening, one of Casper High’s various nerds was being cruelly shoved into a locker down the hall. Even if it was a regular occurance, this particular nerd had had enough. “I wish someone would give you a taste of your own medicine!” He screamed.

And as if she could hear the calls of Murphy's law, Desiree materialized from the void to make everything worse, announcing– “So you have wished it, and so it shall be!”

Desiree smiled as she zapped the kid, ignorant enough to make a wish around her, turning him into a ghoulish, green monster. He leapt out of the locker excitedly and (deservedly) beat the snot out of Dash and Kwan. 

She smiled, proud to display her power and ready to move on to the next victim. But before Desiree took her leave, something peculiar caught her eye. She began moving cautiously towards the moody girl she knew as the ghost boy’s friend, but quickly changed trajectory and headed in Danny’s direction instead.  

Once she was close enough to tower over Danny, she smirked as she said, ”Boo.”

“G-g-GHOST!!” he screamed, throwing his scrawny arms over his head. 

Desiree was pleased with herself, and before any of the trio could stand up to her, she flew away, cackling and mumbling to herself. 

Sam was less than impressed at Danny’s shenanigans today. “That’s Desiree, the wishing ghost!” Sam grabbed Danny by the shoulders, and avoided the temptation to shake him a little. “Danny, you’ve gotta do something. Why aren’t you going ghost?”

Unfortunately there was zero recognition from her friend. Danny shrugged her off and backed away, “Look, kid. I don’t know who you are or what you’re talking about. All I know is I am out of here!”

---

All Sam could think as she watched Danny run off like a coward was how someone like that could have ever ended up a “fearless superhero”.

Sam was at a complete loss for words. Only two things in her mind were possible; either the boys were playing an asinine prank on her, or they really didn’t remember who she was.

She hoped it was the former, but the fact Tucker flirted with her (weird) pointed, hopefully, to the latter. He’d always flirted with every girl that moved– but was adamant he’d never flirt with Sam. And if he’s gone back on his word, it better be because he doesn’t remember her. No matter how stupid it sounds. Otherwise she’d have to strangle him. Probably.

But that train of thought would have to stay in the back of her mind– she had classes to prepare for, and a locker to visit. Her day, apart from this, should be completely normal.

Or not.

As soon as Sam opened her locker, she was smacked in the face with undeniable evidence that her friends (if she could even call them that anymore) truly didn’t remember her. Her favorite polaroid, one of the three of them on the first day of school, one she had only taken a few months ago didn’t have a single trace of her in it. Only Danny and Tucker standing with an awkward blank space between the two of them, as though she was erased.

This… this isn’t right– There’s gotta be some way to prove I was in the picture– I’m the one who took it!

Sam shook her head and pocketed the photo for later. The halls were emptying and she couldn’t risk being late, or worse– detention.

As she hastily grabbed all the books she needed for the first few periods, Sam’s hand brushed against the spine of something that was definitely not a textbook. Is this where this damn thing had been misplaced for months? She yanked out her old photo album. 

Well, it’s not that old, but old enough she gave up on finding it again. Hell, she was close to making a new one the last few weeks, seeing as she hadn’t seen it in months. It isn’t anything special, really. It started out with a few of her birthdays from before middle school Danny or Tucker were occasionally in the background, but once she gets to the pages from middle school onwards, the two become more prominent. The most recent pages were fresh after Danny’s accident and stopped around the time she misplaced the damn thing.

How convenient– this might actually work if she shows it to the bo–

Suddenly, the bell rings shrilly, making her want to cover her ears.

‘Dang– are you kidding me?? My parents will kill me if they find out I’m late again.’

Sam simply sighs, rustling around in her bag and producing a stack of hall passes, quickly forging a signature without a thought. 

What? She’s a responsible student. Usually.

---

The fake pass barely works, but Sam manages to slide home to her first period seat unaccosted. Tetslaff has a nigh unreadable signature, even to hawk-eyed Lancer.. She slumps down in her usual spot in the room. It takes her a moment but she notices Tucker and Danny are nowhere to be found.

Didn’t we always have first hour together? 

The three are inseparable, both at home and in the classroom– specifically by parental ‘suggestion’. 

When the three finally made it to freshman year, Sam offhandedly mentioned her worry of being alone in her classes, very loudly, within her mother’s range of hearing. Not even a week later, her parents made a call to the school to ensure the trio would have all their classes together. all day. Even when they drove each other up the wall.

She smiles fondly as she prepares for Lancer’s blabbing for the hour. She looks at her friend’s empty seats and feels the emptiness in her heart when she realizes there would be no passing notes or sharing whispers.

‘Now is not the time. I need to help Danny get his powers back. Or maybe even convince him to do it on his own. I wonder if the portal has even been opened yet…’

As Lancer drolls on about the book of the week, she finds her mind wandering to earlier that day. Specifically to what Danny said. More specifically, the thing about her being the reason he had ghost powers in the first place. 

‘Wait, if I gave him his ghost powers in the first place– that means… all the stress and responsibility,’

Sam frowns at the realization before her train of thought continues. ‘If I did that to him, to my best friend, doesn’t that mean I can do the same for… or to someone else?’

With that heavy train of thought, she starts to make a plan.

---

Stay tuned for part 2!

#invisobang #if we never met #dp #danny phantom #phandom #phanfic #sam manson #memory blank #dp season 2 #au #dp au

[lazypanartist]

Honestly it brings me so much joy knowing you like these. Would you care for the Donnie x Yokai Reader one next, or a continuation of any of the previous stories? I have a feeling you like Dumb Gay Idiots a lot lmao.

Bonus for Origami Reader and Raph... :

--

"Man. You guys look awful."

Raphael recieved only unhappy looks from his brothers at the comment. Michelangelo and Leo were paper cut and scratched all over their faces, and Donatello had marks on his skin that looked like small bites.

"Yeah, uh, no thanks to you, bro," huffed Leo, leaning on his sword. You idly listened as you wrapped up a nasty cut the leader recieved while Donatello worked on the eldest.

"You should have seen it!" Mikey chirped, eyes wide as he flailed his hands. Your group was far away from the art exhibit, artifact handed off to mystic yokai police. Currently, you were sitting atop a roof near an old rusty water tower. "It was crazy, I was just doing my thing, when a paper BIRD started attacking me! Any time I showed some pizzazz, it swooped me and pecked my face."

Your wrapping faltered, eyes flicking to lock with Raphael's in recognition and embarassment before you picked up speed. Your once steady hands began to twitch slightly.

Leo took notice. His hand lazily flipped out while he spoke, gesturing and rotating smoothly as he kept an eye on you.

"Oh yeah, it was wild. I was doing my thing, about to portal the belt away, and then I got swarmed by origami squirrels and rats and then this CAT latched onto my face-"

Wrap. Wrap. Twitch. Tremble.

"Yes, apparently the Foot Clan are upgrading their roster of origami obstacles." Donnie huffed, tying something into his wristband. "I have to say, not a fan of having a snake drop on me and start trying to strangle me. It must have been some idiot who didnt know what they were doing though, because the big guy got chased by a boar and the scrawny one had to take out a paper dog that tried biting him."

Wrap wrap wrap twitch shake twitch wrap twitch shudder tremble shake-

"Uh, I think you wrapped it good."

Your now violently shaking hands snatched themselves away, your gaze locked FIRMLY on the too-thorough bandaging of the leader's arm, making him look like he was part mummy. Stupid hands stupid hands stu-

A firm, yet gentle hand patted your head, making your flighty gaze flick up towards the red-clad ninja.

Your red-clad friend.

(Red-clad savior...)

"I'm sure they figured it out. Probably didn't mean no real harm by it, just needed a bit of help."

You felt your cheeks burn and you looked away. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest and you found your tongue leaden in your mouth.

"Well, wherever they are, I wonder if they could do a tiger!" Michelangelo (the orange one, you were learning) hummed, looking up at the night. Raphael shrugged, fang poking out of his large, easy grin.

"Probably, if they took it slow."

You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath in as you gently shook your cramping, spasming hands and fingers out.

(Be kind to your hands. Be kind to yourself.)

(That's what he told you.)

1, 2, 3, 4.

Out.

1, 2, 3, 4.

In.

Out.

In.

Good.

Your fingers slipped into your paper pouch, tiny smile on your face despite the mild tremors.

Hey, Nonnie! I think part 1 for Donnie & Yokai Reader is in order ^-^

And this? This is Good™. I have anxiety, and having a buffer who helps to calm you down, esp when there are people (intentionally or not) stressing you out worse? It's super helpful. Love Mikey being Mikey, wondering if the Mysterious Ominous Foot Person can make a tiger, lol

#kana's chats #📝 anon #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise raph x reader

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Hello Pillar Fam! I stumbled across your blog through a mutual and fell in love 💖😍💖 Your art is so cute and Tippy is even cuter! Tell me more of your head canons and how your OC and Wamuu met. Use this chance to blurt about your blorbo! THX!!! Has a great day 😊

Heeeyy!! Thank you so much 😭💙💙

Alrighty here goes!

The Sapphire Heartverse is a fun little nonsense au where most of the characters are all in the same timeline due to somebody's stand messing up the universe and timelines. Everyone learned about this and tried to adapt with what's going on. The universe takes place in modern times and has resulted in a lot of time period shock from certain characters. I also would like to apologize for things that are ooc or incorrect or very non-canon, this universe is all just for fun 💙

Alrighty SO- One day Wamuu found a small injured human who got into a fight with another stand user. Instead of eating the creature, he decided to carry the poor thing to safety. The Pillarmen were a bit less concerned with going about their usual plots and more concerned with why they have shifted into this strange timeline. Wamuu shows Esi his new human pet, Esi is cool with keeping the thing but Kars gets angry. Kars tells Wamuu to get rid of the scrawny, dirty, little thing and never bring their kind back to their home. Wamuu is like,"But daaaaaad," okay maybe not exactly like that but you know-

Kars lets Wamuu keep the human and nurse him back to health on one condition. He makes sure the thing doesn't cause trouble.

So over time, Tippy does get into shenanigans, resulting in passive aggression and sarcasm from Kars. Luckily Esidisi seems to be charmed by Wamuu's little human buddy. As Wamuu and Tippy get closer and he gets more healed up, they start developing feelings for each other and it's pretty obvious.

Kars tells Esi that they need to put a stop to it. Esi on the other hand.... Thinks it's sweet. Kars refuses to see it as anything but disgusting, a human and a pillarman, ugh! .... But Esi charms Kars a bit and sings a sweet romantic song about how love is a beautiful thing 🥺✨ Kars, of course, joins but only to act as the foil to Esi's hopeless romanticism. All this is happening while Wamuu and Tippy are exploring the "kingdom" at night and rolling around in the grass, looking at the stars and finally they end up kissing. Kars sees how happy Wamuu is and decides that maybe the human man isn't so bad after all... But he still has his huffy moments with him 🤭

Er well- yeah... (Tippy knew the pillar dudes before Dio and the gang actually!)

In the mansion:

Wamuu visits every now and then to see his partners! There is a ring Tippy and Wamuu have that can open a portal. But this portal works pretty weirdly. If Wamuu wants to visit Tippy, he opens the portal and walks through, the portal closes and Wamuu is now where he is. If Wamuu wants to go back to where he was before, they both have to open the portal so he can leave, otherwise it'll just open back up to where they are now x_x it's kind of confusing but they get the hang of it!

Wamuu started off as friends with Dio and Vanilla, but they all soon became a... quartet? A polyamorous quartet? Eh? *men singing in the background* yeah that's it! Dio just wants to chill for the most part, or go out to the club. So it's mainly Vanilla, Tippy, and Wamuu getting into shenanigans and Jonathan trying to be the voice of reason! Then of course, Dio inevitably walks in to find something has gone awry once again heheheh

Wamuu definitely loves his little guy though 💙 Tippy will ask to be carried around, picked up, thrown onto the couch or a bed or trampoline, horseplay a bit, but Wamuu knows his own strength and makes sure he doesn't hurt his little boyfriend 💪 He also tries to get that lazy little guy to train with him and work out. But Tippy will only work out when they go to the park and he gets on the swings, climbs trees, gets on the playground, runs around and plays tag with his partners, and gets to swim 🤣

#ask tippy #wamuu the pillar man #wamtip #sapphire heartverse #sorry about it being so choppy and long and weird 😭 #diowamtipvans #long post #self shipping #fictional other

[forestfolke]

some fun drawings from a few days ago of me if I were in the hit game Portal (2007)

#my art #digital art #doodles #self portrait #portal #I wish I could make the images less awfully formatted but oh well #there are now two scrawny rat bastards occupying aperture laboratories

[shotbyacowboy]

go on get in, since yo ass wanna act pair a portal

#dont starve #portal #wilson p higgsbury #dont starve wilson #ds #digital art #drawing #theres like a 100% chance theres already a portal au bc there Always Is but i havent personally seen one namely cuz i havent looked but likh #and like if the characters where in other characters position i know ghat the whole science obsession would probly make wilson glados #but i like the idea of that scrawny little scientist being totaly cool with all of apatures bullshit bc science if Rad and hes just a funky #little science man..........that can and will fall through orange and blue holes for science #H also sorry this is generic and crappy #EDIT: I FORGOT TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE HE HADNT SLEPT FOR 200 YEARS whoops #wolfgangs wonderful work

[gilbirda]

Mondays, am I right?

Or Danny is an Arkham Security Guard, from this post

Forgot to link some AMAZING art for this idea. Inspired the 'sneakers' part.

SOME FANART FOR MY FIC

[Read on AO3][Read on FF.net]

Sequel - Employee of the month >>

The first thing Danny said when Jazz expressed her interest in interning at Arkham was:

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

To which she answered:

“It is said that you have to be a bit crazy to work in Arkham, soooo…”

Danny had to agree that her response was quick and true, but still he didn’t like her going to that madhouse and probably die because, I dunno, Joker woke up wrong or she tried to psychoanalyze the Riddler. He said this to her through the phone, hoping that she could imagine him pacing up and down the apartment.

“The security there is top notch, Danny, and the bat-fam is always one call away.”

“You know as well as I do that’s bullshit. The guards are human, some of those crazies are not.”

“That term is very harmful, Daniel,” she used her mom voice.

“Sorry. But you see what I mean, right? If anything happens I won’t be there to save you. Not in time, at least.” He could try and measure how long it would take to fly from his apartment to Arkham, just in case.

There was a long silence. He heard his sister breathe in, breathe out, like she was mentally preparing herself to say something.

“I… I heard, from other interns I talked to, that guard positions are always open. And that it’s super easy to get in.”

“Jazz. Are you-”

“Don’t. I know you. Don’t think I’ll ever forget the ‘visits’ when I started college.”

Danny looked down and stopped pacing. Maybe he was a bit overprotective of his sister. Maybe he freaked out for weeks after she moved to her dorm, complaining about how long it took him to fly there. 

He regretted nothing.

“Gotham is too far from Amity. I prefer cutting the chase and having you with me in Arkham than dealing with a helicopter little brother on the reg.”

He swallowed the knot in his throat. “Is this your sisterly way of telling me that I should get a job?”

“I gave up after you were fired from the Nasty Burger. Nasty Burger, Danny! Not even Val was fired, and she had another job and the Red Huntress business!”

“I know…”

Jazz sighed. “I’m going to nap a bit and then finish packing things up here. I’ll text you the site where you can apply for the guard job.”

“Thanks, Jazzy.”

“Don’t call me that. Love you.”

“Love you.”

***

Applying for the guard job at Arkham was surprisingly easy. They didn’t ask for good grades, only a highschool diploma. They asked if you could solve problems quickly and efficiently - easy peasy, he was Phantom and he had been in the hero business long enough. Also they required no criminal records or whatsoever.

Fortunately for him, Daniel Fenton was as clean as he could be.

He passed the initial online interviews and finally was asked to do a physical ability test on site. Once upon a time he would have considered enhancing his human side cheating (and he did not cheat); but after moving out from his parents’ house and being adopted under Sam and Tucker’s wings, he felt more and more comfortable with his ghost side bleeding into the human side. What was Phantom, if not an identity he used to justify a duality that wasn’t there? Daniel Fenton died in the portal and became something else, but it never was about two sides or two faces - he wasn’t human or ghost, he was both.

Somewhere along the way he stopped even changing to his ghost form to fight low level ghosts. He could access enough of his abilities with his human body; and it helped when he mastered The glare (Sam trademarked it) and the ability to project an aura of fear to scare troublemakers back into the Ghost Zone.

“You got the job, kid,” the giant of a man sitting before him said with a slightly confused frown.

“I’m not a kid. I’ll be 24 next month.”

The other man looked up from his papers, probably the physical test results, and looked up and down the scrawny form of Danny. Instead of feeling insulted, he just laughed.

“I’m tougher than I look, uh, um, sir.” 

The other man looked like he wanted to say something else, but gave up and shrugged. Danny guessed that he was probably expecting him to last very little.

“You start on monday.”

***

A few months into his new job Danny got the feeling that he found his calling. It was stimulating enough that he didn’t feel like dying all over again from boredom, and believe me, breaking fights between inmates was very entertaining; but also serious enough that he could satiate his obsession even so far from Amity. 

He had been worried a bit about this issue, promising himself that he would fly back on weekends and give a hand to his B-team (a name they didn’t like but he still referred to them like that); but with time the inmates of Arkham, weird enough, became part of his ‘people’ per say. 

It was a little bit like with ghosts - encounter, banter, beat up, return to the cell. The familiarity of the motions made the adaptation smooth and soon he felt comfortable enough to stop pretending to be human in the prison.

Jazz always told him to be careful with that around non-amity parkers. People from their hometown were used to seeing weird stuff and brushing it off as a ‘ghost thing’, but here, in Gotham, shining green eyes and sharp fangs was not going to be overlooked. And if people noticed, they would talk. And eventually reach the Bat’s ears.

Not good.

“And then I told that guy to mind his own business and he hit me! Can you believe it?” Danny came back to reality, nodding along. “Red defended my honor, because she’s amazing like that, but still we ended up here anyway.”

“Totally uncool.” He said.

“I know right?”

Danny sighed and checked his watch, knowing he had to move on with his patrol. “Hey, Harley, good talk. Do you mind if we continue after I finish my rounds?”

“Sure thing sweetcheeks,” she blew a kiss. “I will be here waiting.”

“You better.” His glare wasn’t The glare, but she still stuck her tongue at him and jumped down from the perch she had been swinging from.

He smiled from the other side of the bars, knowing that the other guard watching him from the reinforced door was one heartbeat away from a panic attack. No other guard dared approach Harley, with a good reason. The CAUTION tape on the floor indicating the minimum safe distance was also because of a good reason. 

But Danny? Danny could go wherever he wanted.

Weird enough he felt at home in Arkham. Which shouldn’t be something positive, he was aware, but the inmates reminded him so much of his usual ghost villains that he inevitably formed a bond with them. He also guesses that the fact that he was already dead deleted the fear factor - these mortals didn’t even know that ghosts were a thing and couldn’t dream of harming him in a way that matters.

Also, maybe, because he soon found out he was higher in the food chain than any of these people. So far no one emitted a predatory aura stronger than his, and he checked. Not even Killer Croc, not even Bane. The clown dude, Joker, he still hasn't met (he had been told it was a matter of time, if he survived until then), but as far as he knew, that dude was only human and in theory he couldn’t harm him.

(Anyway, he hated clowns. After Freakshow he hoped to never meet one, but the Joker was, like, the main villain in this place so yay, his bad luck strikes again!)

“Good night, Mr Fenton,” a voice called for him. He turned, finding Edward Nygma in his prison clothes cross legged on the bed. He looked bored. “I heard funny things from behind the walls today.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He walked closer. The other guard he was doing rounds with stepped away from the cell, one hand on the radio, ready to call for backup. Danny rolled his eyes. 

“No information is free, Mr Fenton.”

“What would be the price, then?”

“Give me a riddle.”

Danny’s eyebrows went up. “But don’t you know a ton of those? What could I offer that you don’t have?”

Riddler stood from his bed and walked towards the bars. “You are odd. That makes you interesting. Some new, something different.” He pointed at Danny’s feet. “For starters, I think sneakers aren’t part of the regulated guard uniform.”

Danny also looked down. “I love my shoes. What’s the problem?”

He left out that the shoes were ghost proof and wore them in case he had to fight a ghost (unlikely, but paranoia so far kept him, well, not alive, but on top of the game).

“Odd.” Riddle said the word like it was a compliment. “I’m still waiting.”

“Hmmm…” He thought for a moment. “I have no life but I can die. What am I?”

Nygma rolled his eyes. “A battery. You really suck–”

“Nope! A ghost!”

Riddler blinked. Danny blinked. The answer was a battery but he didn’t know any good riddles. He was more of a puny guy. 

“Did you hear about the Italian chef that died?”

“I don’t know if that-”

“He pastaway!”

Nygma breathed in. Breathed out. 

“You are cute. I’ll let you pass only because the death puns are funny.” He sighed. “Okay, I heard there was a break out planned for tonight.”

That erased Danny’s smirk from his face. His eyes glowed for a moment with a green tint, but Edward thought it was a trick from the fluorescents. 

“Is that so?” He tilted his head.

“The North block, I heard.”

“When?”

Before the Riddler could answer, the lights went down. The guard behind Danny shouted something about the radio not working. An EMP? The man’s heartbeat started picking up as he reached for the flashlight, turning it on and blinding Danny for a moment there.

“Huh? Your eyes…” The guard shook his head. “I’ll go to the Central room, stay put.”

Danny waited a few minutes, letting the darkness wash over him and the other inmates, who noticed what was going on and started cheering.

“So?” Nygma said. Danny turned, and could see perfectly well how the man tried to look towards his eyes, but was missing the spot by a mile. “Are you going to do something?”

The halfa smiled despite knowing that the inmate couldn’t see him. “Of course. I’d recommend you stay right in your cell, mister.”

“And if I try to escape in the confusion?” The bravery was only for show, Danny could hear Riddler’s heartbeat picking up under the soft glow of his eyes. Sam had told him it was creepy finding him in the kitchen at three in the morning, sitting in the dark, eyes reflecting light like an overgrown cat.

“You have the choice. But that would be a bad choice for you.”

***

He didn’t bother changing forms, not that he could actually hide anywhere secluded enough and not alert anyone with the shiny rings of light. Daniel Fenton in his guard uniform walked the hallways of the Asylum quietly recommending the agitated inmates to keep quiet.

They listened.

Maybe it was how no one heard or saw him come until he touched them on the shoulder.

Now in the North Block he focused for a moment, noticing where the quickest heartbeats were located. Shouts from guards and some gunshots broke the murmur of the nervous darkness around him.

Someone had died. He knew.

But at least he found where they were - the hunt was on.

Gravity could barely hold him as he ran towards where the soul left this realm, his sneakers not making any noise as they hit the concrete, brain working with all the extra information from his heightened senses in the dark. 

He found them.

They were four, the usual thugs, big broad men with guns and laughing and cackling at their last kill and what they would do after they got out of Arkham.

Down the hallway he could see the body of one of his colleagues - dead. His name was Carlos. He had a daughter. His husband was preparing a birthday party for him but it was supposed to be a secret. Carlos was dead.

“Where do you think you are going?” He said, letting his aura expand, eyes fixed on who looked to be the leader. “I suggest you go back to your cells.”

“Wha-”

“It’s the kid!”

“When did he-?”

“Go back to your cells.” Danny said again, not blinking even when they pointed their flashlights at him. His breathing was controlled, not letting rage consume him and do what he really wanted to do - which was pummel these criminals until they couldn’t eat solid food for months. It would be unprofessional.

“Or what, kiddo?” The leader said mockingly.

Danny hummed. “Or I’ll have to escort you back by force.”

He widened his stance, his mouth curving slightly up when the henchman at the back flinched. 

“Fat chance, shortie, we are getting out of this place tonight.”

“You can do that. But I will find you and I will drag you back.”

The leader laughed and pointed his gun at the guard. “We don’t fear the Bat. Why the hell would we fear you?”

He opened fire, his henchmen took that as a signal and opened fire as well, not caring about if they hit the other cells or another person. They fired until the clips were emptied, and then they waited for the smoke and debris to settle and check that the guard was dead.

Danny clicked his tongue from behind them.

They turned, for a moment noticing the glowing green eyes on the guard’s face. Weren’t they blue a moment ago?

Danny's smile was predatory, from ear to ear, teeth unnaturally white and suspiciously sharp. “That was a bad choice.” He tilted his head, but the rest of his body was eerily still. “You should have gone back to your cell.”

The would-be-escapees screamed, throwing their guns away and turning to run. Danny was there again, green eyes looking down at them with barely reigned in fury.

“No running in the hallways.” Was the last thing they heard before everything went black.

***

Danny blinked when the lights came back on, ignoring the uncomfortable switch from night vision to his normal human eyes. 

“Rowdy night?” Harley looked up from her book with a knowing smile. She probably knew by now what had happened, it took ages to calm down everyone and restore order in the whole prison.

Danny sighed deeply, letting his body slide down the bars of his new friend’s cell. She reminded him so much of Ember, or at least, the Ember he got to know after she stopped trying to take over the world.

“Mondays, am I right?”

The inmate snickered, approaching him to sneak a hand through the bars and pat his head. “There, there.” 

“Is it always so tiring around here?” Danny tilted his head, angling it to see Harley’s face when she smiled.

“Sometimes it is funnier. Sometimes the Joker is here and everyone is tense.” Her mouth curved down a little when she said his name. “But something tells me with you around here things are going to change.”

Danny hummed in response, letting the pats calm him down a little. A colleague had died and he thought, because that’s how he was, that it was his fault. He could have prevented that if he had been more aware, if he had heard about the escape sooner. He had let his guard down, relaxed, thinking that Phantom wasn’t needed anymore.

He couldn’t have that in his new haunt. Things were going to change, and maybe this time Danny Fenton could make a difference.

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[lacedspine]

*asks you about your ocs* cmon give me some content if ya want! I'll give you some in return if you want :)

omg yes yes pls do anyway info abt persimmon specifically under the cut

so. i think i deleted all the art i had of him up so. yeah but! yeah

anyway i have to describe the universe he’s from it’s basically like,,,a bizarre mix of medieval and urban fantasy. anyway, the basically equivalent of the catholic church in this universe is very big and important and there’s a whole,,,human sacrifice thing going on? basically out of the eight highest ranking noble families someone gets chosen by a whoever is the church’s head sage and basically just. flung through a portal that leads to somewhere mysterious every century or so. the belief is that there’s a god thing on the other side and in return for the people getting sent through, it doesn’t come through the portal and kill everyone. they send someone through the portal after a few weeks 2 verify that they’re dead (that person usually doesn’t come back either but it’s seen as like. an honor thing. anyway, the sacrifice not coming back could be them hiding, but the soldier not coming back is seen as death, since nobody considers they’d ever stay there willingly when they’re oh so loyal.)

ANYWAY. persimmon is part of the army that’s run by the church in all but name and he’s the one who gets chosen to verify that this sacrifice is dead. so he goes through and it’s like,,,a really desolate island covered in ruins and surrounded by ocean and mist and he’s like. okay. and immediately discovers that the sacrifice is very much alive. his name is ren and he’s very stabby. he names persimmon persimmon bc he has orange hair and refuses to call him anything else. this is already way too much typing i’m sorry this is just about shoddy worldbuilding and not the characters so i’ll just put some quick info.

persimmon!! trans!! biceps for days!! he is this worlds equivalent of desi because i said so. has inexplicably orange hair. calls ren as many wildly inaccurate titles as humanly possible. knows a little spellcraft like most soldiers but not anything of note.

ren!! bitch!! he’s kind of like a really sour snarky wet cat but a person <33 very smart but bad in a crisis. scrawny. his love language is banter. stabby.

#.ask #lost!! #oc tag #oc: persimmon #oc: ren #oc: yuu

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#scrawnys portal art #dadley content part 2 #i cant believe the entire time i’ve been dilfing up this guy i forgot about his freakish science experiment children #portal 2 #wheatley portal 2

[madame-mongoose]

look at my computer boy

i look at it every day

#scrawny portal art tag archive.. #my favorite website to browse #i need him #i need him so bad #its not even funny #monnie answers

[loveyou-x3000]

Ohhhh thanks for the Toga and Izayoi as it is so cute!!, maybe you can do Moroha being awesome and tag team fight with mum or dad?

Ok so this one... well, it got way out of hand. This isn’t quite a tag team fic like you asked -- I’m learning I go pretty off course with prompts, guys, I’m sorry -- but it is an InuYasha-and-friends-reappear-in-the-midst-of-battle-fic. None of this really lines up with what’s currently happening in Yashahime, but whatever. Nothing in Yashahime makes sense anyway!

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Prompt me!

Riku had them cornered.

Of all the bastards Moroha had ever faced, he was perhaps the biggest bastard of them all, with his smug little smirk and his pompous way of speaking, acting every inch of a lord's son that he said he was. And Moroha had met a lot of that sort, too; stupid, scrawny little lordlings who pretended they were better than her because they had money and "better blood," whatever that meant, even when they were asking for her help against the demons that scared them half to death.

The only thing that made Riku any different from them was the fact that when he picked a fight, he at least had the balls to see it through to the end. Sure, the fight he’d picked this time was against them, and if they weren’t careful he was probably going to kill one of them before sunrise, but hey-- he wasn’t relying on anyone else to do his dirty work, and Moroha could respect that.

Jumping up and back to dodge a spearing attack of rock that he'd summoned from the ground, Moroha landed in the relative safety of the of the Tree of Ages, hidden amongst its branches. He controlled the elements, so far as they could tell: he could move the ground, shape water, spark fire, and guide the wind-- though the last of those abilities didn't seem to work well when he was around Setsuna. Towa had noticed that the last time they'd fought; he’d flung a cutting gale of wind at her when Setsuna, quiet as she was, had grit her teeth and swung her naginata so high and hard that she'd blown Riku straight off the edge of a mountain, redirecting his attack back onto him with twice the efficiency.

Setsuna had always been able to shape the air for her Cyclone Burst, but that? That she’d never done before.

But now they weren't on a mountain, Setsuna was injured, and Towa was trying to protect her sister from all the attacks Riku was launching at them. They’d both been robbed of their pearls not so long ago and without them, their strength was fading fast. 

"Dammit, dammit, dammit—"

Moroha scrambled inside her pockets, withdrawing the little clamshell that held her pearl and her grandmother's lipstick. On her shoulder, Myoga jumped up and down, protesting— but she already knew everything he was saying. Yes, she wouldn't last long in a full demon state, but maybe it could give Towa the opening she needed to cut the pretty bastard down. All she had to do was distract him.

While droplets of blood dripped from her wrist and onto the tree, Moroha swiped her pinky across the red rouge. Readying herself, she took a deep breath, concentrating all her energy and—

Riku spun the wind and Setsuna spun it back, distracting her. Where one gale met the other, a glowing scar struck through the open air, and the tree beneath her feet gasped.

A tree couldn't gasp, of course, but it was trying very hard to, rocked with an energy that demanded everyone's attention. Energy pulsed beneath the pads of her bare feet and Moroha startled, clicking the clamshell shut as the Tree of Ages trembled. Myoga held on tight to her ear as she tried to steady herself, claws digging into the bark; and once she did that, the voice of the tree screamed in her ears.

"You won't be free!"

It was the Tree— that priestess, Kikyo, who apparently her mother was, or had been, or something; no one really seemed to agree on the difference and Moroha thought it was all stupid, anyway. How could someone be someone else? But Kikyo (who was not really Kikyo, and also not her mother) screamed and raged and tried with all her might to keep a seal from breaking. Someone was screaming back at her.

"You're not her, you wrinkled old bitch!"

The clamshell in her hand trembled and the well in the middle of the clearing pulsed with yoki once, then twice, reminding her of long summer days and thunderstorms. Red robes and white hair. 

"LET ME GO!"

Moroha had never noticed the seal before, but she noticed it now: pink and black and sickly purple, like a bruise, pulsing from an old fletching notch in the tree. Towa screamed for her, but it was too late; the notch cracked, the seal broke, and a pulse of reiki shot through her so hard it made her teeth rattle and purified the rouge right off her pinky. Riku jumped back and his and Setsuna’s winds spun out, and Towa lurched aside, trying to avoid the pink-white light that was now spilling out of the mouth of the dusty old well in the middle of the clearing.

The hate that had been embedded in the Tree of Ages - the onyrō, if the echo of a dying priestess could be called that, left there in the power of her arrow - died an abrupt, sudden death, and all the sudden everything that ghost had been trying to hold in and destroy began to break free.

"What's happening?!"

It was a scream to no one as leaves began to rain down from the branches, even though Autumn was months away. There was a sudden burst of wind then, swirling of its own accord, unguided, and new scents came in an onslaught: reiki, yōki, and something in between; pain, anguish, hate, and unbridled sorrow; storms, iron, metal, tears, and flower blossoms. All of them were mixed and strange and rainbow-colored, until the first body came soaring out of the well.

A yōkai with brown furs, jet black hair, and piercing blue eyes shot straight out of the lancing light and into the night sky, seeming to hover in the air above them before he plummeted back towards the earth. Somewhere on Kirara's back, Kohaku called out a name:

"Koga!"

Once, there had been a battle in this clearing. Kohaku had told them as much. After all three of them had been spirited away to safety as infants, their parents and their friends had fought a strange enemy here. The only one to walk away unscathed from it had been that enemy— and Sesshomaru, whom no one had seen since. 

Everyone else had disappeared from this very spot, leaving behind only a stunned monk and his family of demon slayers.

Koga - whoever he was - cracked the ground as he landed, and Riku cursed and cursed, flinging expletives in languages she didn't even know. He held up his hands and Moroha's stomach bottomed out, feeling that strange pull that only the rainbow portal had, but a gale of wind knocked him off his feet; again, sourceless, but it dispersed his strange powers.

"What the fuck happened?!"

Then there was another voice, another scent— and it nearly sent Moroha falling out of the tree.

"I saved your life, you mangy wolf!"

A man dressed in red climbed out of the well, shining silver against the moonlight. There was a woman unconscious on his back, chin pillowed against his shoulder; another girl lay sleeping in his arms. 

Behind him, the Butterfly of Dreams fluttered up into the sky and all the light in the well faded to nothing.

"You sealed me in a tree, you flea-infested— shit!"

Koga bailed to the left to avoid a trail of fire that shot across the field and Towa slammed her sword in the ground to protect herself, letting it buffet against that wall of yoki until it extinguished itself. Setsuna's naginata fell to the ground beside her as her strength failed her, though she was far off from dying. There was something else on her face— exhaustion, maybe.

Hisui and Kohaku's voices were a mangled mess of names as Kirara brought them to the ground. Kohaku went first to the sleeping girl, taking her in his arms; Hisui went to the hanyō and the miko, wide-eyed and incredulous.

Moroha knew who they were. She couldn’t not know who they were.

“Shit,” InuYasha cursed, adjusting the unconscious Kagome on his back and drawing a sword that sang like a storm, streaking through the night like lightning. “How long has it been, Hisui?”

“InuYasha?”

Moroha was frozen, gone completely silent, watching the young demon slayer speak to her Father. Myoga was gone. Kohaku tried to shake the girl in his arms awake, softly calling her name.

“Rin?”

InuYasha waited impatiently for an answer. Eventually, Hisui found it.

“Fourteen years.”

“...fuck.”

And then there was no more time for talking as Riku attacked again, suddenly incensed, aiming the brunt of his attacks straight at Kohaku and Rin, flinging fire aside at the twins as he did. Moroha lurched when she saw Towa wasn’t going to be able to withstand the attack this time, but then the winds kicked up again, blowing the fire aside, and a scar blazed in its gale once again.

InuYasha swung Tessaiga and Riku disappeared in a burst of white light.

#inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha #yashahime #hanyo no yasahime #moroha #setsuna #towa #koga is here too for some random ass reason #don't ask me ask him he just showed up #prompts #my writing #severa writes #prompt #like I said this makes no sense #AU where Treekyo is all the terrible feelings that Kikyo left behind in dying and is trying to kill everyone #inukag #implied sesskagu #anti-sessrin #sesskagu #THE WIND

[bluejaytaco]

(We returned to the session with all party members floating in the waters of Fransland. The bar has “Welcome to my realm” written on it in blood. Outside of it there are strange, humanoid creatures walking around. We're in the water, Theodora had a young elf boy knocked out on her back and Art has Reita clinging to him because she doesn't know how to swim.

The water is, however, strangely buoyant.)

Theodora:(immediately swims over and hugs Koejin) I'm never letting you go again.

Koejin: (hugs back) yeah... uh, no more jumping through strange portals for a while.

Alabaster:(casts waterwalking and walks over to Art) Hello, my friend!

Art: (jumps at the sight) Holy Jesus! Hi, hello!

(We all end up swimming to shore and catching up a little bit. The creatures were something Team A was dealing with while we were in the separate universe. From the distance, some of us can see that the creatures are all attached to one cloaked figure sitting off to the side.)

Koejin: (shoots an arrow at the figure and hits it right in the head. The head pops off and rolls closer. It's Skelly)

Skelly: What the Hell?! What just happened?! Who shot me?!(all his minions just kinda stand around his head) Don't just stand there! Reattach me!

Theodora: Skelly?

Skelly: (After his head's back on, he notices us) Oh, hey guys!

Hennessy: What're you doing here?

Skelly: I don't know. Just one minute I'm minding my own business, the next I'm here with these guys (gestures to the shambling forms) Just making friends and hanging out.

Theodora: Are they.... friends by choice? (stares pointedly at the tethers)

Skelly: They're friends by MY choice!

Theodora: How long have you been here?

Skelly: A day... A week... two years and five minutes? Ehhhh....

Art: (moves to explore the tavern)

(As he moves closer, a giant red claw comes up and climbs onto the roof. Mrs. Red glares at the party. Koejin also notices humanoid Mrs. Red is on her back. Dragon Mrs. Red rears back and uses her fire breath on everyone, successfully melting Skelly into a pile of ash.

We also have a new party member, Jaquine. She is not as high of a level as us, so the blast would kill her.

But then a large tiefling woman jumps in and takes the brunt of the burn for Jaquine. She looks.... very familiar. Despite the fact that we've only really met like two tieflings.)

Tiefling woman: Everyone, inside! Now! (Jumps up on Dragon Red's face and they fly away.)

Koejin: Uh, yeah! Let's go!

Alabaster: (moving over to bring Skelly back to life)

(Skelly is now a strange pile of moving ash. He hasn't regained his original form.)

Vincent: Yesss.... burn.... (This is like... the third time he's gotten excited about some violence.)

Hennessy: Alright! You and me! We gotta talk!

(We go inside the bar to see a scawny looking white dragonborn behind the bar, cleaning a glass. Aside from him, there's only one other patron; a woman passed out in a puddle of her own drool with long, rainbow hair.)

Art: (eyes the bartender) Hey there... I'm Art... and you are? (he already knew the answer)

Dragonborn: (smiles creepily) Oh, hi! I'm Eltbalm.

Art: Right, right. (looks over at the passed out woman and frowns as he realizes it's Thia. He walks over to her)

Reita: (runs to Wreybar and points at a hole in the wall. She then dives for it and pulls out a rat. She tears the rat in half and hands part of it to Wreybar.)

Wreybar: Is it a gift or food?

Reita: (nods and bites into her half)

Wreybar, grinning: Thank you!

(Me: I'm a good big brother for letting this happen.)

(For a moment, we cut to Hennessy and Vincent talking to each other about the way he's been acting. Vincent, after being kidnapped and just all around having a shitty time, has adopted the whole idea of killing in order to make the world better. But, after a bit of talk, he's feeling a little better. Hennessy talks about how Theodora, Koejin, and Alabaster would be able to help him with whatever he needs to feel safe again. That seems to help.)

(Meanwhile, Art is gently shaking Thia awake. He gets her to snap her head up but that's about it. He gestures to Eltbalm to get them some water for her.

We all try to get her to wake up and talk with us, but to no avail. However, all of us agree that this might be the best time for a long rest. But before that)

Hennessy: Art, can I speak to you?

Art: Uh... yeah. What's up?

Hennessy: Your sister. She's still got that pink stone embedded in her back, right?

Art: Yeah... we haven't been able to remove it... why do you ask?

Hennessy: Well, while we were all superpowered by the gods, I came across a spell that might be helpful. We could create a clone copy of Reita and remove the stone from her original body. Then, if anything were to go haywire, then we can put her essence into the clone.

Art:.... I want you to think about this for a second.. Put yourself in my shoes and Vincent in Reita's.... would you still trust it?

Hennessy: If it means saving his very life and the lives of millions, then of course!

Art: Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying no. It's just... a lot. And, I mean, it's not like we can do it right now anyway, right?

Hennessy, seeing that Art doesn't fully trust the idea: Yes, but... to ease your worries... it might help to keep in mind we have a genuine necromancer on our side. (Gestures to Alabaster)

Alabaster, seeing that gesture and looks over to find out whats going on: Hello, yes!

Art: You're a necromancer now?!

Alabaster: Why yes. It's an interesting tale but yes. And I would be able to help your sister, given the situation!

Art: (looks at the Skelly blob then up at Alabaster tensely. He then turns back to Hennessy.) It's not something we can do now anyway so....

(Everyone took a look at the stone. Hennessy discovered it was an ancient magic while Art recognized it as tiefling magic. Theodora offered to cut the magic and see what might come of it, but Art was afraid it might hurt Reita. He might be a little over protective.

This is around where we took our rest. As we're rested and trying to figure out our next move, the tiefling woman steps in through the door. She has in her hands the fifteen foot battle axe and is covered in blood. She walks up, demands a beer from Eltbalm, and walks back over to the table where Thia is still passed out. As she takes a sip, she gestures to all of us to gather around.)

Tiefling Woman: Must be pretty confusing for all of you.

Art: That's putting it lightly.

Tiefling Woman: So, let's start with an introduction; I'm Elsie. Elsie Red. I'm the only form of Mrs. Red here that's a tiefling.

Art: ...yeah, why are you a tiefling?

Elsie, shrugging: Don't know. Don't have any memories of anything outside of here. But, hey! I gotta gift for you (looks over at Eltbalm) Hey, you! Go get her. And you better not have touched her!

Eltbalm: Aww, but- (interrupted by the battle axe embedding itself in the wall next to him) coming up!

(Eltbalm disappears for a moment and returns with a bound Mrs. Red. It's our Red; missing tongue and all. He sits her down next to Elsie.)

Hennessy: Elsie, is your story anything like our Red's? It's quite the tragic tale.

Elsie: I don't know. I dont remember. That smiling bastard sent me and all these reds here. It's like we're some kind of experiment or something.

Theodora, nodding: Sounds like Ticket Master, alright. He is quite an asshole.

Hennessy, turning to Red: Do you still have the diary I returned to you?

Red: (nodding in her condescending, mean girl way)

(Art tries to reach into her satchel in order to show Elsie only to get bitten for the trouble.)

Art: Ow, hey! You bitch!

Red: (glaring at him)

(Art gives Elsie a rundown of what they know about Red's backstory. It sums up to Red ending the war and starting her reign of terror after the death of Eltbalm. At that, he points to the scrawny dragonborn at the bar.)

Elsie: Uhhh, no. I remember being married to a tiefling woman. He's not really my type....

Art: Our Eltbalms haven't looked like that. They're more....uh... Koejin, describe Eltbalm.

Koejin: Oh... He's just so hunky and buff. He's covered in shiny white scales. Like, a beautiful man just... (chef's kiss)

Elsie: Yeah, still no.

(We eventually decide that our Red's inability to speak was making this hard. So, we ask Vincent if there's anything he can do.

Turns out, DM rolls high enough to where Vincent pulls out a mechanical tongue.)

Vincent: Now, you gonna go and bite me the moment I go to put this in your mouth?

Red: (nods with a 'Well, duh' look on her face)

Vncent, putting the tongue on the table: Then you can do it yourself.

(Elsie undoes Red's hands and Red immediately dives to put the tongue in her mouth. She doesn't take long to secure it.)

Red, pointing to all of us: Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuuuck you. And a special 'fuck you' to you! (points at Elsie)

Alabaster: Charming.

Red: You took away everything from me and expect me to do anything for you?!

Art: Oh, you mean like what you've been doing to us?

Red: Oh, you fucking little shit. Why the fuck would I care?! You interrupted everything and stopped my ascent to finally killing that smiling asshole you call Ticket Master.

Art: Please, you went toe to toe with him and couldn't take him down.

(We ended up arguing with Red for a while and trying to get her to help us and figure out the parts missing that kept her from doing it. Then...)

Thia: (grabs the empty beer bottle and smashes it against the table. Holds it out to Red) put that to your neck.

Red: (loses control of herself and immediately follows the order) Wha-?

Thia: How do we get out of here?

Red: I- (is comanded to press in deeper. Starts to cry.) I... I don't know. I don't know. I can't remember!

Thia: Then remember.

Red, freezes for a second: I... remember everything...I... (turns to Art) I'm your mother.

Art: I... Wh-wait.... what?

Red: It happened so long ago now. I... Eltbalm and I... were tieflings. We were very much in love. We were happy... Eventually, we were blessed with a beautiful baby. A little girl... but, the land told us, no. Our girl would become a charming handsome boy. Not too long after, we were granted our beautiful, sweet Reita... but... but the war came to our land. They killed Eltbalm, my love. Right in front of me... So I prayed to the land for a way. To stop the war. To protect my children. I was turned into a dragon and given the power to end it all, so I did. And I prayed for a way to bring my husband back. And the land granted me the stones. All parts of Eltbalm.

I didn't know I would be worshipped by our people. I just wanted you to be safe... so, I prayed for a way to the land. And then.... he appeared.

I was so full of rage, but Ticket Master offered me a way. I sold him my soul and I asked that you and your sister were raised by tieflings. To be sure you were kept safe. And he did...

I tried to make it so Reita could be strong like me. Even in my rage and my forgotten memories, I wanted to keep her safe. She was so... helpless. Art, I am so sorry it turned out this way. I lo-

Thia, interrupting the last part: slit your throat.

(Red follows the order and immediately starts bleeding out. Her body collapses on the ground.)

Art: (immediately moves to save her)

Thia: Stop.

Art: (Fails a Con save and is forced to stop)

Theodora: (moves in to heal Red)

Thia: Sit down.

Theodora: (Fails a Con save and follows the order)

Hennessy: Now, wait ju-

Thia: Cover your mouth.

Hennessy: (Fails a Con save and follows the order) Mmmph Rmph!

Koejin: Thia, why're you doing this?

Thia: It's what you guys taught me. you have to kill in order to get to the top. In order to get anyone to listen. To get any type of power.

Koejin:...I thought you just wanted to do drugs and run your bar.

Thia: I did. But then this shit started happening. And you guys started killing generals. And you guided me here. That's when I realized that yes, this is the only way.

Theodora: (trying to do Lay On Hands to Red as Thia's distracted.)

Thia, noticing: Go lay down in that corner, far away from her and don't move.

Theodora:(fails the Con save and does that.)

Art: The leader shouldn't be influenced by their followers.

Thia: I wasn't your leader. Cloak was. And look how much you cared about her death. (glares at Art) not that you're one to talk about not killing. You signed a contract for the God of Death and Deceit.

Art, glaring back: To save my sister.

Thia: still.

Hennessy: (still screaming behind his muffled hands)

Art, casting Sending to get what he was trying to say: Hennessy says "we have been nothing but merciful as instructed." He also said other things, but it got caught off.

Thia: Fine. Remove your hands and speak.

Hennessy: We have been more merciful to everyone of these generals. Green, your own father, was spared and look now! He's one of our strongest allies! Purple returned to their gem under our influence!

Thia: And what about Orange? And Blue? And Yellow?!

Hennessy: Orange was.... an unfortunate circumstance. And Blue gave us no choice. But Yellow; if I recall he willingly died.

Art, tenses: Uhhh, Hennessy...? Yellow was Thia's mother. And she didn't.

Thia, clearly even more angered: I'm starting to think this world needs to be wiped clean so we can begin again.

Art:.... Please don't think that.

(As if hearing her, the roof of the tavern is torn off and there stands Shmoogie. He's staring down at us.)

Shmoogie: Pelor knew you would see the light. (puts his hand down to her) Come now. There's much work to be done.

Thia: (climbs onto the hand)

(Everyone scrambles to look for a way to stop her from leaving with him. In his panic to keep her there, Art uses Black Tentacles to try and pull her out of his hands before she goes out of reach. Thia sees it and tries to order him to stop, but gets smacked in the face by one of them and is now sporting a huge mark near her eye. She disappears through a white portal in the sky with Shmoogie.

But the spell is then released and they can move.)

Art, rushes over to Red, torn in what he's about to do: Okay, I kinda shouldn't care but after all that now I don't want you to die. There's waaaay too many questions to be answered, but you're still an insane bitch. Okay, I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna save the life of my...mother...mortal enemy... fuck.... How the fuck did Alabaster do this? Here we go. (casts spare the dying on Red)

Red: (Alive and no longer bleeding out, but out cold)

Reita: (watching her brother in confusion)

Art, noticing this: Uhhh... hey, uhhh... There's a lot to explain but.... once I understand what's going on, I'll explain it all. Okay?

Reita: (lifts some of her half-eaten rat to her mouth)

Art: (pushes it back down slowly)

(As Art is healing Mrs. Red and talking to Rieta, everyone is discussing the best way to get out of here. Theodora and Koejin have some private talks with the DM and come back, but seem reluctant to do the things they were talking about.)

Theodora, to Elsie: You think you can turn into a dragon and help us out?

Elsie: You're asking this from the only Mrs. Red that can't.

Koejin:... I think I have an idea. (digs through her bag for a gem she had.)

(She summons a carriage labelled Koejin's Brews and it's pulled by a horse with sunglasses.)

Horse: Heeey there, Koejin! Ready to ascend to your position?

Art:... Koejin's a god... I mean, why not? Why the fuck not? (heads to the carriage to immediately drink his face off.)

(We all pile on the carriage to find a fully stocked tavern with plenty of room. Like a bar version of a Tardis. "A Bardis" as Theodora's player starts calling it. And, as we ascend, the bar shakes a little as if experiencing turbulence, but then we end up in a world of light.

It's bright and white. Everything is white. Including the people.

Me: Sooo, Racism?

DM: It's Pelor's realm.

Theodora's Player: So, yeah, racism.)

(As we step off the carriage, we pass by people and see a letter hanging from the gate. On it is written "To Alabaster.")

Alabaster: (takes the letter)

Letter: Alabaster, you used to be so devout and loyal, but seem to have been corrupted by the influences around you. I will cleanse this world of all that is dark. Come see me and will do the same for you. It isn't too late. Not for you and not for your daughter. Come see me, my boy.

Pelor

(Attached to the letter is a picture of Eris, Alabaster's daughter. Pelor is holding her by the head.)

((DM wasn't kidding when he said this would be pretty intense.))

((Koejin's Player: So... I've been hitting on Art's dad...))

#adventures of art the bard #tiefling #dnd bard #dnd barbarian #dnd cleric #dnd paladin #dnd ranger #dnd wizard #dnd druid #homebrew characters #dnd gods #homebrew gods #Art is.... having a moment #he's not sure how he feels about his mother being the tyrant they've been fighting #Koejin's also been trying to seduce his dad #Also he apparently was fucked by his babysitter #Art's gonna have a lot of questions if/when he gets home #Even if he dies here Ticket Master will get an earful #but now onto Alabaster going to save his daughter #DM did not expect Red to survive #But you can't drop a bomb like that and expect us to not try and save her #shut up jay

[tired-college-student-writing]

The Painter’s Daughter Ch2

Summary: Marinette is the daughter of two bakers

Marinette is a happy some times naive girl

Marinette is loved to create and make more then they liked to destroy

or was she?

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 (HERE)

Chapter 3

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Two days later, Helen is packed up and on the run again, the authorities had found his masterpiece the night prior and were on the hunt, but instead of just leaving town he scratched the symbol branded on his ribs onto the largest pine he could find in the Russian forest, ignoring the blazing pain that seared through him as the portal opened up to Slenderman’s forest.

It wasn’t often he went back, usually receiving his missions from Slender by the being visiting him directly or through their link, but the pictures tucked carefully into his sketchbook were his new mission.

The forest would be foreboding and spine chilling to any human unfortunate enough to find themselves within its trees, but to proxies it was like a breath of fresh air, comforting rejuvenating as their glamors would weaken and show off the monsters truly within. He paused as he felt his form shift, from the tall lean build of a 25-year-old he was mentally and how he presented himself to the world, back to the scrawny high school freshman he had been frozen as the moment the sigil burned into his skin. Usually, when he came back he would stroll idly towards his destination, enjoying the feeling before he left once more.

Now he took off at a sprint, dodging through the trees and underbrush with single-minded intent. He could feel other proxies and creeps nearby, Masky, Hoodie, Jeff, Smile, the Rake, EJ, and BEN, but he paid them no mind as he reached the decrepit mansion that stood in the heart of the forest, an illusion, of course, to keep any wayward humans away long enough for Slenderman to redirect them back to his twisted game. Inside the mansion was spotless as a creepy house could be, intricately decorated with a variety of styles from throughout the ages.

Helen made a beeline for the Office on the third floor, barely waiting for the answering static from his knock before entering.

“We need to talk,” He told the faceless being.

Did something happen on your mission?

The voice cut through his head like a hot knife but he was used to it, simply pulling out the pictures, “Kinda, apparently even Proxies can have children, did you know that?”

Shocked static spiked through the room, as the being without eyes inspected the pictures.

She’s marked.

“Yeah and her mother is concerned about what that means, so let’s talk,” Helen responded shortly, taking a seat across the desk.

He stayed at Slender’s mansion for the longest period he had since he had become a proxy. With the help of Slender he set up a computer that BEN could not access, and the Painter avoided the other creeps like the plague, only speaking to Slender as they worked out what they could for Huì Xuè and staying in close contact with Sabine.

Helen had been emailing Sabine as the facts were worked out and Slender made his decisions. She told him more and more about  Huì Xuè with each passing day, and more pictures came too. She was always smiling, laughter bubbling from her lips, she knew her letters and was already reading basic books. She was artistic, taking after her father it seemed, though her medium and form of choice were fabric and fashion instead of blood and painting. She made herself a hat, a simple felt thing that she had drawn out and had Sabine hot glue together, a silly green thing with flowers and sequence scattered across it in an almost whimsical way. He always found himself clicking back to the picture when he was waiting alone in his room, waiting to speak to Slender so he could update Sabine.

From what Slender could tell, she was under his domain but was not a proxy unless she committed murder. Proxies were made through violence and pain not born, but not every murderer became a proxy they had to be influenced. Huì Xuè could skip that step with her father being part of the domain when she was conceived. She wouldn’t feel a stronger compulsion then anyone else to end a life, however.

As she bore his mark, the same rules of the proxies applied to her, she was safe from every proxy and creepy in existence, and the eldritch being decided to extend the safety net to the girl’s mother and other immediate as well for the safety of Huì Xuè, along with the fact that Helen would most likely gut anyone that touched them.

One night, after all the facts had mostly been sorted and all that was left was to inform the creeps of the new development, he didn’t receive his usual picture of Huì Xuè, instead, all that was in the email was a skype name.  

Helen couldn’t pull up the website fast enough.

The camera connected to Sabine’s hopeful eyes, the background nothing more then a white sheet tacked up to block out any identifying marks of the area.

“Is it true?” She asked, “Our daughter is safe?”

“Yes,” Helen breathed, “So are you and if you decide to bring a step-parent into the mix, they’ll be safe as well.”

She blinked in surprise, “Step-parent?”

He just snorted, “Sabine, I know what was between us was just a one night stand, that there’s no feeling between us. Slenderman has ruled that as long as you and whatever partner you take will be safe as long as you treat Huì Xuè with love and care, bringing her up the best you can and keep her safe from all the mundane threats that normal humans face.”

She smiled sheepishly, “I did meet a nice man recently… we’ve gone out a few times,”

Helen smiled, “I’m glad Sabine. You deserve some good after the stress of having a proxy’s child no doubt brought.”

“So she’s officially safe and in no danger of becoming a proxy.”

“Yes,” He agreed, “Unless she was to murder someone in a truly twisted way that would make a good proxy story, Huì Xuè will remain as human for the rest of her life. The mark will not make her anymore prone to death or murder as anyone else.”

“Marinette,” Sabine said, making his eyes blow wide.

“What?”

“Marinette Huì Xuè Cheng,” Sabine told him, “Our daughter’s name is Marinette Huì Xuè Cheng. She was born at 11:03 am on July 9, 2003. Her middle name directly translates to painted blood, but most would say it means art is in her blood. She was born and I am raising in Paris France, and I think it’s about time you meet her.”

He could barely think straight as the info spun around his head. Marinette. His little Marinette.

“Can I see her now? What time is it in Paris right now?”

“It’s almost 1 am,” She informed him, “I don’t think I should get her up this late, but if you call in a few hours…”

“Okay, yes, please.”

“Okay.”

They hung up a short time later, nothing left to be said.

Helen rose to his feet and set off to the kitchen. It was about time for dinner. And while there was no formal event and more of a free for all, it would be the highest concentrations of Creeps in the mansion.

It was time to face the music, and inform all of the creeps he could what would happen if they hurt his baby girl.

His little Marinette.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #creepypasta #Helen Otis #The Bloody Painter #sabine cheng #slenderman #other creepypastas mentioned #death mentioned

[meridias-multimuse]

About the Muses (Mortals)

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Tagged by: stole it from @allbain​​ Tagging: you, or I’ll follow you home and scream at your dog

GENERAL.

NAME.     Raven Branwen NICKNAME(S).     Rae, Stubborn Birb AGE.     Late 30s to Early 40s SPECIES.     Second-Generation Human

PERSONAL.

MORALITY.     lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / gray / evil SINS.     lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES.     chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE.     The defeat of Salem

PHYSICAL.

BUILD.     slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese HEIGHT.     6′0″ / 183 cm WEIGHT.     181 lbs / 82 kg SCARS/BIRTHMARKS.     Raven is covered with scars from wounds and surgeries, as well as two pairs of hexagonal implant seams on either side of her abdomen. ABILITIES/POWERS.     Her semblance allows her to create an empathic link with others, and to create physical portals which allow for teleportation along those links.  She also possesses the magic of the Spring Maiden, the exact limits of which have never been documented.

FAVORITES.

FAVORITE FOOD(S).     Mole crab steaks, cactus leaves FAVORITE DRINK(S).     Teas, specifically desert lotus tea FAVORITE COLOR(S).    Red and black.  Ow, the edge. FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE(S).     Alt rock and heavy metal FAVORITE BOOK GENRE(S).     History, the arts, and DIY manuals FAVORITE MOVIE GENRE(S).     Raven’s not fond of movies FAVORITE SEASON.     Spring SUMMER FAVORITE CURSE WORD.     “Fuck” is the most versatile word in the Valish language. FAVORITE SCENT(S).     Petrichor and ozone

FUN STUFF.

BOTTOM OR TOP.      Top SINGE IN THE SHOWER.     She hums LIKES BAD PUNS.     She married Tai, didn’t she?

GENERAL.

NAME.     May Marigold NICKNAME(S).     Bomb Squad AGE.     Late 20s to Early 30s SPECIES.     Second-Generation Human

PERSONAL.

MORALITY.     lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / gray / evil SINS.     lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES.     chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE.     Overthrow Ironwood and transform Atlas into an autonomous zone

PHYSICAL.

BUILD.     slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese HEIGHT.     5′10″ / 179 cm WEIGHT.     152 lbs / 69 kg SCARS/BIRTHMARKS.     May has a number of burn and electrical scarring on her hands, as well as a single, hexagonal implant seam on the side of her abdomen. ABILITIES/POWERS.     May’s semblance allows her to create a variable-sized field centered on herself.  May can choose any number of people and objects within this field to make invisible to anyone outside of this field.  The rate at which her aura is drained by this ability is proportional to how large an area she covers, as well as how many things she’s rendering invisible.

FAVORITES.

FAVORITE FOOD(S).     Anything Higanbanese, but garlic chicken in particular FAVORITE DRINK(S).     Water, flavored or otherwise FAVORITE COLOR(S).    Blue and orange FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE(S).     Various types of EDM FAVORITE BOOK GENRE(S).     Tech manuals, political theory FAVORITE MOVIE GENRE(S).     Action movies FAVORITE SEASON.     Atlas only has one season: cold as fuck FAVORITE CURSE WORD.     Shit, a general purpose word if ever one existed FAVORITE SCENT(S).     Lemons

FUN STUFF.

BOTTOM OR TOP.      Bottom SINGE IN THE SHOWER.     It annoys literally everyone, and that is why she does it LIKES BAD PUNS.     No

GENERAL.

NAME.     Willow Schnee NICKNAME(S).     None AGE.     Late 40s to Early 50s SPECIES.     Second-Generation Human

PERSONAL.

MORALITY.     lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / gray / evil SINS.     lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES.     chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE.     Heal the Schnee family and restore the honor of the Schnee Dust Company.  She’d also like to try and improve things in Mantle.

PHYSICAL.

BUILD.     slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese HEIGHT.     5′3″ / 160 cm WEIGHT.     124 lbs / 56 kg SCARS/BIRTHMARKS.     She has a few residual scars from her time as a Huntress. ABILITIES/POWERS.     Willow has the same semblance as Winter and Weiss.  She can conjure up elemental glyphs as well as summon creatures formed of pure aura.

FAVORITES.

FAVORITE FOOD(S).     Cheesecake FAVORITE DRINK(S).     Most teas FAVORITE COLOR(S).    White and blue FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE(S).     Second Age Classical FAVORITE BOOK GENRE(S).     Fantasy and sci-fi FAVORITE MOVIE GENRE(S).     Fantasy adventures FAVORITE SEASON.     Atlas only has one season FAVORITE CURSE WORD.     Willow rarely curses FAVORITE SCENT(S).     Freshly-baked bread

FUN STUFF.

BOTTOM OR TOP.      Switch SINGE IN THE SHOWER.     She hums LIKES BAD PUNS.     She can appreciate them

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