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[ai-the-broccoli]

ngl I had assumed Matt-Juan-Celeste-Adrian was the most iconic toxic dysfunctional showbiz rivalry love triangle polycule in Ace Attorney, but then Thalassa, Zak & Valant Gramarye happened and I think that kind of proved me wrong

[heirsofdiscord]

Guess who remembered he has a

WEBSITE

there's technically also a general MISC OC page but I didn't do any icons for it because that'sss not what I wanted to work on. I've just kind of had it ready to go since my first post.

(ignore the wonky banner links on the misc page. It'll even out once I make the banners for the other two links [tested])

[erthshaker]

i love being like 'i'm gonna write' and then i sit down and i replay ffxv

[existentialflirt]

Harley was of the belief that dirty money was best spent quickly. She particularly liked turning it into expensive things. Jewelry, designer and custom clothing, fancy meals, and sometimes — art. Contrary to popular opinion, Harley Quinn was not an uncultured ditz. She was just a bit on the picky side. The classics were pretty but had never moved her. She liked modern art, dadaism, absurdist, and surrealism.

But what Harley really loved was a party.

That was how she found herself standing next to Bruce freaking Wayne, looking at a huge painting of Gotham portrayed as a living thing, both thriving and diseased. She was shaken from a dreamlike reverie of getting lost in the details of buildings made of bone and sinew, some decorated with pock marks and scars, bridges of rotted flesh, and streets paved with stained teeth. His voice was familiar, a little too familiar, but really, if you lived in Gotham long enough, you heard Bruce Wayne talking somewhere. For a millionaire, he was surprisingly accessible.

"It's morbid, but I really like it," she remarked when their eyes met, carefully suppressing her accent. Harley swore she saw a flash of recognition in his eyes, but it was probably in her head, like the persistent sense of familiarity when she heard him talk. "What do you think?"

starter for @bruz3r

[monogatcri]

niwa one-liner starter call .

[batthiief]

I will not apologize for saying Rouge fucks.

[terroreigns]

[This is your official invitation to send asks to the side muses of the Shadow Troupe, as well as the Deathlords from the Gaudium era ;) In the case of dead characters, they will default to the most recent time they were alive. If you feel up to it, you may also send asks to the previous incarnation of Chaos, the Earl Tyrant. Been wanting to develop the gang a bit more but my energy levels and brainspace were shitty. I'm also open to asks turning to threads if they catch my attention in that way + if the other wishes to continue off them. :) ]

[Obligatory warning for dark themes as the vast majority of Chaos-affiliated muses are horrid people and their behavior will reflect that fact. The list of muses below:]

Primary muse:

Anarchy, Second Visage [OC]

Gaudium era:

Tyrant, First Visage [canon]

Fungus, Last General of Mycelidos [canon]

Pist Shaz XI, Self-Proclaimed Lord of the Seas [canon]

Shadow Troupe era:

Herba, Lady of the Wicked Vines [canon]

Oscha, Dread Jester [canon]

Xel Ort V, Bolt of the Deep Blue [OC]

Yarukiel, Radio Tower Demon* [canon/OC]

Mad Hatter, Mind of Omega [OC]

[*Yaru is mentally an animal, so asking it will lead nowhere.]

[Link to the wonderful artwork: here]

[centuriesendured]

// slides the dash $1 ....so, who wants to ship with magnus?? 👀

[j4degoyl]

@vulpesse liked for a starter !

"I know someone a bit like you", Will says and a fond smile spreads from their lips as they think of Fox. "She's probably one of the cleverest people I've ever met and the only one who understands how it feels to ... have another skin? She'd probably stay in the vixen form forever if she could."

[gaveldefy]

tara @sacraementals said, " i just want to be your peace. "

truth be told, jax had been fantasizing about those very words since he was a teenager. since before she got scared and ran off to a different state. since before wendy landed in his bed and gave him the most beautiful son anyone could ever ask for. he hadn't been expecting tara to ever come back into his life.

she hadn't been his peace back then. looking back, jax can understand they were too young and too uninformed on life to be anything to anyone. after everything he'd seen since he was patched in? jax had a more intimate understanding of what exactly gemma was to clay and he'd prayed he'd find something similar in time.

" you are, sweetheart, " the biker says with surprising certainty. despite the ups, the downs, the violence, and the miscommunication tara had become exactly that.

his peace.

i fucking missed you, opie !!!!

hale, on the other hand.

shaking his head, jax picks up a nearby towel from the counter of the bar located in the clubhouse. he turns at the waist to throw the thing at the tall, lanky pain in the ass how hanging off opie winston's neck. " he's been gone for an hour. " whatever the response was is nothing but part of the white noise in the background. jax quickly turns back around so he can lean down, pressing his forehead against tara's.

" you are, " is whispered again along with a kiss pressed to the crown of her head. " i know shit's been rough and i appreciate you stepping up. you are always, always my light at the end of the tunnel, babe. please don't forget that no matter what happens. "

[thicved]

me, remembering since I have new muses I can make more Yugioh decks in their image:

[existentialflirt]

@astremourante prompted: [ MINE ] for one muse to wear something belonging to the oother - Harley

"Okay, but yah can't wear that jacket. It has my name on it," Harley protested, crossing her arms and pouting excessively. "I had it commissioned an' everythin' !"

[monogatcri]

managed to pull diluc today and when i tell you i felt so much agony? i'm sorry luc but i needed qiqi! i wanted qiqi!!! so many people in my life are like, "I JUST WANT DILUC!" and i'm over here going "oh..." when my standard banner threw him at me to c2 him.

[qunz1]

@am4zon said: "let's leave my mother out of this."

"mother? i hardly know her!"

it was... a cheap joke, but harley would have argued that given her current situation, she had done her best. the situation being her state of duress; the golden rope cutting off circulation to her arms was putting up a decent fight, despite her struggling and twisting and turning. and admittedly, her predicament was certainly her own fault. pammy had said tangoing with wonder woman was a bad idea...

"alright, alright," she started, a little out of breath as she finally went slack, "ya win this round. ya can let me go now, and i won't botha ya no more!" she plastered on her brightest, biggest smile, batting her eyelash to try for a look of innocence.

[batthiief]

            I like to think of Rouge being HOMIEsexual.

[terroreigns]

Continued from [ X ]

@shiroi---kumo​

Only after the magician's fingers nudged the knight's chin higher, did the misty creature suddenly snap fully back to reality. And with that rather abrupt awakening - came defiance. A swish of white hair as the knight's head moved to the side, disgust twisting and tugging at his features.

Oh, my. How very rude.

The soft giggle faded following the Unlimited's words, the Chaotic avatar's own visage shedding any pretense of friendliness. Instead, a sharp, stone-cold look crept onto cadaver-pale skin - their voice suddenly an absolute void of emotion. Like a black hole.

"Feeling feisty, aren't we, Makenshi." The entity's words cut through the air, entirely unamused. And if there was one thing about Chaos one absolutely did not want to do - it was to bore it.

A squeeze of blood-red tendrils followed, an emphasis to the magician's half-statement, half-inquiry. Not nearly enough to break bone, but certainly enough to bruise, forcing the air out of the Misterican's lungs with ease. Just as quickly, the boa constrictor's hold relaxed, snaking slowly up, but not quite high enough to rest around the neck. Yet.

The Troupemaster's expression reverted to a picture of cordiality, lips puckered as a gloved finger wagged slowly. "Nuh uh uh~" A nonchalant reprimand, and a tentacle gently but firmly forced the swordsman to look in their direction.

"You know you're hurting me, don't you? Running off like that. My precious little gem, lost in the filth of this realm." A long, dramatic sigh, followed by a theatrical sadness welling up in frigid eyes. Switching masks with the ease of a practiced actor. "What did I tell you about these savages? They will break you. They just cannot appreciate someone like you. Cannot ever give you the love you so desperately crave and deserve. Savages, that they are. And a gem like you -"

They smiled softly, a perversion of reassurance painted upon too-pale lips.

"...Is just so very brittle. Is that not right, my Little Cloud?"

And there it was, held tightly in the demon's grasp. The Maken was lowered from the darkness of the ceiling, ensnared with no hope of freedom by the serpent's coils. The beast reached for it, bringing it close to their body - just close enough to trace a finger across the soul crystal's scarring. They knew.

Of course they knew. It was Chaos' own fine work, after all.

"Now, let's begin with the very basics, just like good old times, shall we? I am the divine punishment sent upon this realm. My previous incarnation was too good for these animals. Look how they thanked me. And you aided them, like the lost rebellious child that you are. Don't you see it? Used for their ends like some common weapon. Their hands were never fit to wield you, my dearest Little Cloud. But that’s alright. I am forgiving, unless you make that too difficult of your own accord."

A gloved hand left the Maken to rest on the entity's chest. "The name's Anarchy. As you may have already heard, I have had a little change in the form of address. From now on, you will refer to me as Your Frabjousness, or, if that is too complicated, simply: Master."

The magician never ceased to smile, ever patient with their prey until they were not.

"Do you understand, or should I repeat myself? Hmm?"

It seemed now was the time to answer. After all, it was best not to bore the living flesh of Chaos with unnecessary silence.