#👀 i just started the mold mission. :)

[velvetjune]

Darling -> Underhill:

Underhill -> Darling:

the mad scientist x mad scientist flirting is wild. there’s never a boring day at the FBC with this kind of office drama

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Hi I was wondering what if Reader slowly started to change ; all the kidnapping, all the times her and the destiny one got hurt , and still missing home. Slowly corrupted her , till she’s nothing more but a yaoguai 🤔👀 love to hear your on thoughts on this ?

Slow and clicky sounds came from the puddle; the small light of candles tried to reflect off that dark substance that reminded him of some kind of sludge or stuff, and yet the only stronger light source was that ominous pale glow...

He aligned the flowers on the ground, making sure that you could see them, even if, right now, he wondered if you could see at all. It could have been mistaken for smeared makeup, but he was there when it happened, and you cried...that thing.

He waited for a response, waiting for you to just act as yourself, another of the many of his attempts to at least get one prof that you were still there...

How did it started? Raksasi had a theory; to her, the process started a long time ago, but she couldn't be sure. She said that it's not the first time and that the corruption could change to people, you were no different from other Yaoguais, and since you obtained some powers, you weren't any different from other Yaoguais. Yet, she too knew how bad your condition was, and sadly, she had to watch yet another attempt of the Destined One.

He wondered... you had always doubted yourself... was the continuous danger the problem? The fear? No, fear is so natural...

"Sorry, I'm such a weight to your mission..."

You kept on saying those words so many times, but he had always made sure that those weren't true! And yet you kept on saying that, believing that.

He had always taken care of your injury, giving you his own healing wine and the pills to help you, and he had caught you keeping them away, trying to store them in case of some more important moments. If he had doubted you better, he would have understood that you just wanted to save them for him...

The last string, the last push that you needed, was him, covering you from another danger ... He still remembered the feeling of your body slowly losing its natural form, slowly molding in his own arms like fresh clay.

The unnatural gurgle of your voice, like water that has been stuck in your lungs. What you emitted from your mouth was a black substance like mud, then It started to leak out even from your eyes, dark tears that kept on flowing even now.

You lost every kind of color that your body possessed, only to be replaced by the pitch black of that sludge. The only color, that purple glow, a wisp that was placed where once was your heart, now the source of that substance, that name had completely taken over your body and mind.

You suffered; every second of it you suffered, and he couldn't do anything. He held you, begging you to hold on, to resist, but how can someone resist the poison that their own mind creates? The corruption claimed you before he could do something to help you.

You lost yourself, no more the mortal that once walked a path alongside him; you lost yourself in your own self-pity and hatred for yourself, and so you lost even why you were in that world in the first place. What you knew was that you wanted to eat, to consume, like a parasite, searching not for blood and flesh but for will and life itself.

Not so many Yaoguais were able to do that; only another prof of what kind of incredible thing you were: you were able to take away the life force of creatures, and plants were unlucky enough to be gotten by you. Creatures were drained, living only perfect corpses that died for no reason, covered in that black mass, and plants faltered, dying under a sudden freezing night. The flowers he had brought you met the same fate, losing every kind of color or perfume they had.

You were a danger, Raksasi had told him many times, but he didn't listen to one word from the princess. She did have a solution, a drastic one that he was aware of too, and yet she had allowed him to keep you in that dungeon, hiding you from the world and avoiding it to fall under your poisonous new existence.

Many were vocal about the situation, like PingPing, who had been pleading with her mother to talk to the Destined one.

"Mother, please!" She pleaded, "This is torture! For her and for him! Putting her out of this misery is the least thing we could do!"

"Daughter," the princess spoke, "you CANNOT comprehend the weight that he had to hold now. Even if death seems reasonable, making our peace about it will not lead to a result."

"I was friends with her too! Please, mother, I... I CANNOT bear to see her like that..."

And she wasn't the only one.

"Kid... please..." The voice of the old pig never sounded so grieving since when he lost his brother. "You can't just let her stay that way... She would want you to move on! Finish this mission! This... this just would hurt her more..."

But he didn't listen; he never had listened. One time of the many pleadings and requests. Just like that day, he ignored everybody and kept on with this mission, which now seemed more important to him than searching for the relics.

Today there were flowers; some time ago there was a dress that you had admired from afar; before that, a hairy pin that had stayed perfectly to you.

Another was a book, another some scrolls; he brought everything that could bring something out of you. He knew that it was there; you were there! He just needed to wait and try harder!

Maybe the relics could help you, so he never stopped in his mission! 

But he sighed, watching those flowers being engulfed in the dark matter, feeling like another attempt had failed again. 

"Alright ... It seems that...even the flowers didn't work..."

He searched for your gaze, but where once your eyes looked at him full of joy, now only two back sockets stared at the nothingness. He believed that at least he would be weak enough to not look at you; instead, he cared enough to still lay his eyes on you, still seeing what was there before.

He massaged his eyes, feeling a mixture of feelings: tiredness, sadness, hopelessness...he felt so many things, but mostly he felt like being crushed by the reality that he had been avoiding for...how long? Weeks? He didn't know, but maybe he just didn't want to know.

Your attention was on him only, even if it was hard to see that; maybe you waited a good moment to dry him, or you were keeping your guard on him... Who knows? You slowly moved ahead, closing the distance between the two of you.

"Are you trying to eat me again?"

He expected that it was a common thing now with you. Instead, you just started to look at him, now closer, the purple glow now shining stronger, a faint reflection on the surface of the mud. 

He looked at you, carefully, noticing something off. You were...examining him...

"... Hey... Hey, listen..." His voice came, as a whisper. "I... I KNOW you're... you're in there, Y/n... And I know that you... they say that it was this corruption, but I know that you did this to yourself..."

His voice trembled, his breath became heavier, and his hands slowly shook.

"And I... I don't understand how you could not see yourself... I thought that you could, but... this happened... And..."

He had cried before, but he had never once shed a tear in front of you. He wanted to be strong, to hold on to the hope that you were able to get back to normal, but no one can be that strong for so long, and so fat tears started to fall, mixing in the substance.

"I... I'm not strong like you think I am... I need you back... I need you back... because you're my Y/n... my friend... and I'm your Yuán fèn... so... so please..."

His hands slowly came around you, not caring for the energy that you could suck away from him. Now he just wanted to hold you in his arms, feeling just the glimmers of you.

"Please ... come back..."

And you didn't take anything from him.

[dilfmobius]

Can I ask after two of them? 👀

“Don’t lie to me.”

i don't belong to anyone

Thank you for. the ask! <3

I talked about don't lie to me here!

And I don't belong to anyone is an angsty little thing I started because I could not stop thinking about how Loki's just been used his entire life for other peoples' purposes and how he needs to be useful somehow. He was Odin's stolen relic, the Mad Titan's war machine, and even at the TVA he's more or less there for information.

Set post s2, but in a newly reformed TVA. Mobius and Loki are now navigating keeping the multiverse neat and tidy, so they're just doing their time detective thing.

I literally start it out with Loki and Mobius getting into an argument, but since I'm not pleased with that scene yet, I'll give you this: After their fight, Loki goes to vent to Sylvie, who of course calls him out on his shit (you can pry their sibling dynamic from my cold dead hands).

“We had a...” Loki pauses to find a word other than fight — argument — disagreement — “a squabble.” “A squabble?” Sylvie says voice laced with humor.  “There was a situation — our most recent mission went a little off the rails — and Mobius wasn’t in a sporting mood afterwards. We… exchanged some words.” Norns, this was appallingly difficult. Why did Loki even come here? “Loki, I’m going to need you to find it within yourself to show an ounce of vulnerability,” Sylvie says, but it’s soft and understanding. Ah, that’s why he came here. She’s the only other person who could even begin to understand him.  He left the only person who absolutely understands him back at the TVA. Most likely confused and hurt. Loki’s doing. “I told him I don’t belong to him, that I don’t need him, that he can fuck off and find another Variant pet to manipulate and mold to his liking.” Loki feels his throat close, the collar of his shirt becoming increasingly too tight. “Sylvie — I just stormed out of there, I was so angry and I was so cruel to him — he doesn’t deserve that.” Loki drops his face into his hands. “He just wants to keep me safe,” he mumbles. “He’s just looking out for me.” “Well, yeah,” Sylvie says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you think he wants to lose you again?”

I also took the title from the song homewrecker by marina 😭

WIP list here!

[feral-mouse]

May we get! Some Eugene lore please!

Ough, my guy Eugene 👁👁. Ngl, I created him like 2 years ago or so. I've been trying to keep him under wraps because I wanted to do something with him. But also I WANNA TALK ABOUT HIM SO BAD 😭😭😭 PAKFNFKA. So I'm gonna talk about him, especially if people are showing interest in him 😤. If you have any more specific questions, you can send some more asks. I'll try to cover some things about him, but I don't wanna put everything onto a single post 👀💦

So starting off with the basics lol. He's 24, 5'8, and is currently working towards getting a computer science degree. He's not particularly passionate about it, but the jobs pay well, so he figures it's a safer option. He's pretty decent at coding too, so that helps lol

He lives on campus with a roommate (who I STILL DON'T HAVE A FUCKING NAME FOR 😭😭😭). This guy is really his only friend. Eugene is super shy and awkward, and has a lot of confidence issues. His friend was the one who introduced himself first. He saw Eugene hanging out all by himself off to the side, like a wet sad dog 😔, so he approached him! He didn't want Eugene to feel lonely and wanted to try to get him out of his shell a bit. Eugene slowly began to grow more comfortable around him, and now they're really good friends 😌

So the thing about Eugene is that... he's kinda a bit unsettling? Pwjfjkskkw. I think he's more awkward than anything though lol. He never really learned how to interact with people and is super conscious about how he presents himself. He's always worried that he'll say the wrong thing, or will act too weird and everyone will hate him. He just wants someone who he can be close to, and who likes him back. As he grows older, he's started to become more desperate for that sort of affection. He's worried if he doesn't find someone soon, then he's going to end up all alone 😔

This is where he gets into his more stalkerish tendencies. (It's. It's not stalkerish. It's definitely just full on stalker tendencies paofhks.) It is very easy for him to swoon over someone. There doesn't have to be a particular reason for it sometimes. It can be someone as simple as just being nice to him that day. Or accidentally bumping into him on the street. Once you catch his eye, he becomes obsessed. He wants you to like him back, he wants you to like him as much as he likes you. But no one's ever really liked him for who he is. So what better way is there to get someone to like you than just becoming everything that they like?

He is on a mission to know everything about his crush. The more he knows about them, the more he'll know how to act, how to please them, how to make them happy. He will be breaking into your house when you're not there lol. He is memorizing your daily routines, taking note of your favorite foods, what soap you use. Absolutely everything. He wants to mold himself into the perfect boyfriend and is willing to do anything to become that. You don't like facial hair? He's shaving. You don't like guys with glasses? He's buying contacts. He's willing to change his fashion sense and even his personality. One of his favorite things to do is to dye his hair to his crush's favorite color. He also has a golden locket he wears with a little token inside to remind him of his crush. He typically puts a lock of hair in there, but if they also have something that's small enough to fit, he'll use that too

Interests include wood carving and berries 😊. His favorite is raspberries

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

@fairyhaven13

I really appreciate how DHBM did him justice and aimed for a playful and mischievous edge to his portrayal while also having him respected just as much as any of the rest of the cast, and while I really would have liked to see an official side quest with Megavolt, the choices they did go with to explore his character are surprisingly solid choices outside of the norm.

I absolutely love how natural the dialogue with Slinky went, right down to the premises for the additional mini missions implying that he continued to hang out with Slinky and the rest of Andy's Toys and that they actually are decent to him.

Then there's Lock, Shock and Barrel apparently not only gaining his admiration for thier quick wits in getting him out of a tight spot, but them also actually being very eager to see what sort of toys he makes, which must have been so cathartic for him for once. He finally found the perfect target audience!

I'm pretty sure he basically just emotionally adopted them, lol.

Something really funny about QuackerJack saying that a variety of toy is too dangerous for kids, not gonna lie. Also, apparently his place of residency in the DHBM world has a basement, so I assume he finally got a stable house now. And wow, QuackerJack dressing up in old civilian garb for Halloween every year is surprisingly a heavy lore drop. 👀

And I like that his relationship with 22 basically just amounts to QuackerJack wants to cause chaos for chaos' sake, and 22 keeps trying to keep him in check. Also, they totally bought a soccer ball to play impromptu dodgeball with everyone whether they want to join or not.

Also, I love how QuackerJack just starts laughing while watching fireworks. There's no particular reason given, he just starts laughing. "Maniacally", yes, but that's normal for him.

The general implications the DHBM continuity seems to give is that he's well established in the collective city and I like that he can just walk up to someone to talk and ask for help when he needs it. Also, bonus for his attachment to Mr. Banana Brain being taken seriously.

Actually, the game in general has some rather positive notes for self care and accommodations. Rex has anxiety in the game and Zurg actually helps him get through it ((mostly to mold him into the perfect minion)), Megavolt and Fennic go to anger management ((and Darkwing expresses delight in seeing Megavolt taking care of himself)), Ursula and Maleficent end up stumbling into a sudden spa day, Scar learns about Hakuna Matata from Timon and Pumbaa, Mad Hatter has a surprisingly lucid moment of emotional support for Alice at some point, Stitch gets to spread the message of the meaning of Ohana to Barbosa... Basically, nearly every single Friend Campaign has some sort of sweet undertone regardless if the two characters involved are both Heroes and/or Villains. 😁

I still think about how QuackerJack thought that the NBC world was pre-telephone era, which seems to imply that he still uses the Time Top on a regular basis and tries to stick to the "A Sound of Thunder" rule of time travel, probably because he still has trauma from the time he and Megavolt royalty messed up the future in one timeline by not doing a spot check.

This is especially funny considering that "The Nightmare Before Christmas" released in theaters after Darkwing Duck finished airing and seemingly takes place in the year 1993, so technically speaking in the massive collective Disney Canon, QuackerJack's continuity takes place a year before.

Anyway, I love that QuackerJack's reaction to possibly messing up the time flow to advertise his company is a subdued "... Well, geeze." when the guy literally tried to erase yoyos from history once.

What year does he think they came from? Because phonebooks were invented in the late 1800s.

Alternately, does he just think they came from a parallel universe where phones never developed? A very odd choice of skewing timelines, because I know for a fact that electricity exists in Halloweentown, because what else would be powering the Christmas lights Jack put up on the tree during the whole trying to get everyone interested in the concept?

Either way, it's just really funny to me that QuackerJack's frame of reference for how the world development differs between his and thiers is the existence and usage of phonebooks.